I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 168 Who Allowed You To Touch Me?

Qi Nu had a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were soft, as if he was asking Ning Zhe for his opinion.

But his hand in front of Ning Zhe didn't move at all, making it clear that he couldn't resist.

Ning Zhe was stiff all over, he forced him to sit down, and was forced to stretch out his hand for him to bandage.

Qi Nu didn't make things difficult for him this time, he carefully treated the wound for him, and even walked up to him himself, and wiped away a drop of blood spattered on his cheek with his fingertips.

"The wound will hurt a little, just bear with it."

Ning Zhe lowered his head, his back was tense, his fingers grabbed a piece nervously and frantically, not knowing what to say.

"understand?"

Qi Nu narrowed his eyes and asked again.

He put his hand on Ning Zhe's snow-white and thin wrist, caressing the skin near Ning Zhe's wound vaguely, his cold eyes fixed on him all the time.

Ning Zhe only felt a cold air rushing towards him.

"Understood, I don't know how to play tricks, but in the same way, you can't lie to me."

Ning Zhe suppressed his fear and trembling, raised his eyes and looked at him stubbornly, "You won't lie to me, right..."

After all, after all, we used to be... companions...

Chess slave smiled, his face was calm, and he didn't see the slightest madness and hatred before.

He looked at Ning Zhe with a half-smile for a long moment, until Ning Zhe was fidgeting, and then smiled and said to him, "Naturally."

Ning Zhe finally breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body went limp, his head covered in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Beads of sweat dripped onto his eyelashes, trembling as they hung there.

Qi Nu saw it and stretched out his hand toward his eyes.

Ning Zhe trembled in fright, got up suddenly and pushed him away, and ran out of the dark and oppressive room like fleeing.

Qi Nu didn't stop him this time.

He ran out of the room, stood in the yard arched his waist, gasped heavily, his face was pale, his legs and feet were trembling uncontrollably.

A cold sarcasm flashed in Qi Nu's eyes.

Waste one.

But er.

Ning Zhe faced the piercing and sinister gaze behind him, gritted his teeth and took a difficult step forward.

The snow line was running up and down anxiously in his sleeve, and he didn't understand why he didn't let himself do it just now.

It can kill the bad guy, but it won't hurt Ah Zhe!Why would you rather be hurt than help it! ?

The snow line is clamoring to get out.

Ning Zhe grabbed its tail calmly, pretended to be weak and flimsy, and walked a few steps quickly, avoiding the sight of the chess slave, walked to a remote corner with no one, and then released it.

As soon as the snow line emerged, it immediately wrapped itself around Ning Zhe's wrist, laying down beside his wound in distress, with silver light shining from his body, carefully using his remaining divine power to heal his wound.

Although it is a divine tool, it is mainly attacking and not good at healing.

It didn't take long for the silver light to flash, and its entire line was wilted, and the snow-like brilliance on its body also dimmed.

Ning Zhe's injury did not improve.

The snow line lay on his wrist and trembled, and the line twitched, as if crying.

Ning Zhe sighed, gently picked it up and put it back into his sleeve robe, and said to it lightly as he walked back: "The cut is not deep, it will be healed soon."

The snow line suddenly lifted one end and stood straight in front of him, as if jumping up and asked him in surprise, "Is it true? Is it true!?"

Ning Zhe didn't know how he could see this emotion from Yixian.

He still nodded.

Xuexian immediately came down obediently, quietly wrapped a snowy silver bracelet around his wrist, stuck to him and remained motionless, completely different from the "thread" who clamored to strike just now.

Ning Zhe glanced at it and said nothing.

He didn't let the snow line do anything because he was concerned about No. 67.

He couldn't guarantee that No. 67 would be alive and well at the moment he killed Qi Nu.

He also couldn't guarantee that he would be able to pass the chess slave and find No. 67.

As long as there is even the slightest risk, he can't do it.

What's more, the chess slave hates him to the bone. Naturally, what he wants is not only his blood, but he is just setting a long line to catch the big fish, waiting for the best time to catch the net.

Since he wants to play, Ning Zhe will play with him.

Let's see who can stand in the end.

......

When we got back to the room, it was already dark.

There was no light in the house, and it was pitch black.

——The Seventeenth Dark Guard is gone?

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered slightly, and he stretched out his hand to push open the door.

In the silent room, there was a faint sound of breathing that was almost inaudible.

The bewildered man was still curled up in the corner, obeying his orders and motionless.

Ning Zhe walked up to him and looked at him under the dark blood-colored moonlight, and found that even the positions of his hands and feet were exactly the same as when he left in the afternoon, and he didn't even dare to bend his joints.

Seeing Ning fold over, he didn't react at all.

Those dark eyes reflected Ning Zhe's figure, clear but lifeless, without any focus.

Ning Zhe reached out and touched him, "Seventeen?"

The man's kneeling body shook, and with a muffled "boom", he fell to the ground without warning.

It turned out that his consciousness had passed out long ago, but his body was still thinking about Ning Zhe's order, and he didn't dare to move randomly.

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and looked at him quietly.

Illuminated by the bloody moonlight, the large and small wounds on the body of the dark guard Seventeen with deep visible bones are even more hideous and frightening. Looking at them is extremely shocking, and it is hard to imagine how he could endure it until now without saying a word. .

"emperor......"

The dark guard Seventeen frowned, slowly groped to grab the hem of Ning Zhe's clothes, let go of his hands and clenched his hands tightly, and let out an unconscious fuzzy sob from his mouth, slowly curled up into a ball, his stiff bones issued a command There was a sour "click" sound of human teeth breaking.

All the bones in his whole body were smashed by the woman named "Feng". Although Ji Yi sent the demons to take the bones for him, but it's only been a long time, and the broken bones inside may not have had time to heal. Since he is so tossing.

Ning Zhe looked at it for a while, finally bent down, stretched his hand through his waist, hugged him horizontally, walked slowly and steadily to the side of the couch step by step, and gently placed him on the bed so that he could lie flat Lie down on your body.

After so many days of torture, the seventeenth guard of the dark guard was so skinny that he was too thin to be human.

But he is an adult male after all, no matter how weak his body is, he is much taller than Ning Zhe's small body.

Ning Zhe really exerted all his breastfeeding strength to finally stabilize his body, and dragged the secret guard Seventeen to the bed.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to let go and leave, the secret guard Seventeen suddenly grabbed one of his little fingers.

Ning Zhe was tripped and fell firmly on top of him, the soft tip of his nose slammed against the hard chest of the dark guard Seventeen, tears burst out of his eyes in pain.

He tried to pull his hand away.

The dark guard Seventeen held onto his little finger tightly, and refused to let go no matter what. He was still murmuring unconsciously, with crying in his hoarse and painful voice.

Ning Zhe leaned on him and listened for a while, and found that they were all meaningless cries:

"Don't go, Your Majesty, don't leave Seventeen..."

"The subordinate was wrong...the subordinate knew it was wrong...uh..."

"Don't ignore your subordinates, Your Majesty..."

Ning Zhe listened bored for a while, then couldn't help yawning, feeling sleepy.

Unable to move his left and right hands, he simply closed his eyes, lay down on the chest of the seventeenth lying guard, and fell asleep.

Not long after he fell asleep, the Seventeenth Dark Guard opened his eyes.

He looked at Ning Zhe greedily for a long time without moving, then gently stretched out his hand, as if vainly embracing his body.

He didn't dare to touch Ning Zhe, he only dared to do so as a show.

But just putting on a show, he already gave birth to the satisfaction of embracing Ning Zhe, and the endless guilt, remorse and pain that followed.

The next day.

The gloomy sunlight slowly came in from the window and fell on the two people who wanted to hug each other on the couch.

As soon as Ning Zhe opened his eyes, he felt something was wrong.

A magnified man's face appeared in front of him without warning, a short distance away from him, hot breath intertwined, and the sound of heartbeat could be heard clearly.

Ning folded his head and suddenly sat up.

He was unconsciously held in the arms of the secret guard Shiqi and slept all night!

Ning Zhe felt the strangeness in his body, his face immediately turned a little ugly, and he pushed away the person beside him.

His movement awakened the sleeping Shiqi.

The Seventeenth Dark Guard was a little dazed at first, but when he woke up, he immediately realized what had happened.

He fell off the bed in embarrassment after rolling and crawling, lying on the ground with a pale face, trembling lips, not daring to look at the cold boy.

Ning Zhe looked indifferent, grabbed him and pulled him over, and said coldly: "Without my permission, who allowed you to touch me last night?"

Touching Ning Zhe's eyes that were as cold as a knife, Shi Qi's body immediately stiffened, shrunk his neck in inferiority, and flinched and called out: "Emperor, Your Majesty..."

"Say!"

Shi Qi trembled in fright, and all the blood on his face disappeared.

In fact, even if the secret guard Seventeen had a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to touch Ning Zhe casually even in a sober state.

It was Ning Zhe who didn't sleep well last night, and felt cold in the middle of the night, so he groped and crawled into the arms of the dark guard Seventeen.

He hugged Shiqi tightly like an octopus, with two thin white legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

Dark Guard Seventeen was out of breath soon and was awakened.

When he found that Ning Zhe was sticking to his body, his heart stopped suddenly in fright, and he was at a loss in a panic. He shrank his body and wanted to escape, but Ning Zhe wrapped his body with all his hands and feet, and he couldn't move.

Gritting his teeth so hard, his body froze until dawn before he fell asleep in a daze.

But how dare he just tell Ning Zhe such a ridiculous thing.

Seeing his faltering and flustered expression, Ning Zhe squeezed his chin, pushed him aside, got up and left with a cold face.

The dark guard Seventeen knelt on the ground, slowly hugging his head.

How... is he always like this, he can't do anything well...

......

Ning Zhe stood in the yard, took a scoop of icy cold water from the water tank, and poured it on his head without hesitation.

He was actually aroused by the secret guard Seventeen.

With a "bang", the water ladle fell to the ground.

Ning Zhe knelt on the ground, supporting his body weakly with his hands.

But in just a short moment, his face was already blushing and dripping with blood, his eyes were full of spring water, and he moaned unbearably.

Even the exhaled breath had a sweet taste, and the air was filled with an ambiguous smell.

A cold and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his mind, full of gnashing of teeth and hatred.

"Ning Zhe, as long as I'm not here, do you have to provoke those cats and dogs who are not on the stage? Huh?"