I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 169 What do you want me to do with you?

Ning Zhe gritted his teeth to suppress the moan that was about to blurt out, closed his eyes and gasped softly, "It's hard, you are now... um... What's the use of you talking about this now... .”

"It's reasonable for you to be in heat with others, isn't it?"

Thin blue smoke quickly rose from the mid-air, and No. 67 appeared in the smoke. He walked two steps quickly to Ning Zhe, bent down to pick him up from the ground, and his breath was frighteningly cold.

Ning Zhe snorted twice, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck, his jade face was full of spring, and he curled up in his arms trembling slightly.

No. 67 pinched his chin to make him look up, and said angrily, "That's all for Huo Chen and the others. Why do you like the half-dead look of the seventeenth guard?"

Ning Zhe blinked his moist black grape eyes, bit his pink lips, pointed at his lower body with an innocent face, "It's not my fault, it stood up by itself."

No. 67 slapped him on the butt, and sneered, "Where did you learn the joke? No matter how poor you are, I will gag you."

Ning Zhe was so intimidated that he shrank his body. After thinking about it, he was a little scared, and asked in a low voice, "What, what do you use?"

No. 67 stared at him, with a half-smile, "What do you want to block?"

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, but then he didn't know what he thought of, the corners of his eyes suddenly flushed, Xiao Xiao let out a sigh, and plunged into his arms to cover his face, looking shy.

No. 67 tugged at his ear angrily, "How many pornographic books did Yan Pei give, huh?"

Ning Zhe hummed twice, but refused to speak.

No. 67 glanced around and found no one, so he opened the system space and pulled Ning Zhe in.

He has experienced many modern planes, and the system space also adopts a modern office decoration style, gray and black, simple and bright, and every decoration reveals an indescribably ascetic and cold style.

The only things that are out of place in the whole space are a warm yellow sofa bed specially purchased for Ning Zhe and a super large LCD TV.

No. 67 threw Ning Zhe on the sofa and let him solve the estrus problem by himself, while he sat aside, pulled out the system panel and entered a few running commands.

After doing this, his figure became a little transparent, a thin layer of water curtain, which seemed to be broken with a poke.

Ning Zhe wanted to poke curiously, but No. 67 grabbed the troublesome hand.

"Itchy skin?"

Ning Zhe hurt a little from being caught by him, got up from the sofa and rubbed into his arms, his voice was crying, "I'm uncomfortable."

"you deserve it."

No. 67 didn't even lift his head, his slender and distinct fingers tapped quickly on the virtual panel.

Ning Zhe's cheeks puffed up, and he stared at him with black and white eyes for a long moment. When he was sure that he would not help him, his eyes turned red, and he slowly stretched out his hand to grope under him.

He didn't hide his lust, and soon fell down on the long furry blanket as soft as a bone, his body was tense and trembling slightly, and there were greasy gasping sounds from his nasal cavity, like a cat meowing. Thin and soft.

He just yelled and that's all, but he still didn't give up on trying to tease people, fiddled with No. 67's shirt dishonestly with a pair of small hands.

No. 67 squeezed between his eyebrows, endured and endured, suddenly retracted the panel, turned around and pressed him under him, gritted his teeth and said, "Enough! Ning Zhe, what do you want to do?"

Ning Zhe had an aggrieved face, the corners of his eyes were red, and the bottom of his eyes was full of unbearable tears, "You ignore me." You are still fierce.

"Okay, then how do you want me to treat you?" No. 67 paused, looking at his disheveled and lustful face, his voice was a little hoarse.

"I have no idea......"

Ning Zhe looked at him in a daze, and threw the question back in a very lonely manner.

No. 67 seemed very angry at him for being lustful, but Ning Zhe could feel that he was not that angry.

He felt that number 67 shouldn't be so indifferent, but he didn't know what he wanted number 67.

"Ning Zhe, do you know what you're doing?" 67 leaned his arms on his side, stared at him with deep eyes, and spoke with a rare seriousness.

Ning Zhe couldn't see his face shrouded in smoke clearly, but he could feel his sharp and focused eyes.

His two long thin white legs unconsciously overlapped and rubbed against each other, licked his bright red lips helplessly, and shook his head blankly.

No. 67 looked at him silently and didn't speak for a while.

Ning Zhe rubbed his hand against his cheek, tears welled up in his eyes, and cried, "I feel bad..."

Number 67 sighed, covering his eyes with his hands.

"Close your eyes."

Ning Zhe didn't know what he was going to do, so he closed his eyes obediently.

The next moment, I felt a warm breath under my body.

Ning Zhe immediately realized what he was going to do, and quickly got up to push him.

But it was too late, the pleasure of MadeIn suddenly surged up from his lower body, and quickly hit his brain directly, like a sea wave engulfing all his rationality.

Ning Zhe squinted and screamed, his waist arched instantly, and his whole body curled up tightly in the hands of No. 67 like a reddish shrimp, his body twitching non-stop.

Number 67 raised his head, licked the water stains on his lips, moved to the side of his face, and whispered in his ear, "Do you want this?"

Ning Zhe panted and shook his head desperately, unable to bear the pleasure, he pulled his hand weakly.

No. 67 covered his eyes tightly, not letting him see, and lowered his head again.

Because he couldn't see, his senses were magnified even more. Ning Zhe couldn't help raising his slender neck and screaming silently.

Every sensitive point of his body is controlled by No. 67, his spirit seems to be floating with nowhere to go, he can't make a sound, and his eyes have long since lost their focus.

After a while, he shook violently, then limp and gasped on the sofa.

No. 67 rinsed his mouth.

When he came back, Ning Zhe had already cleaned himself up. He took off his dirty clothes and threw them on the ground. He was curled up in a white and clean blanket, only half of his furry head was exposed.

No. 67 went over and pawed him.

Ning Zhe was forced to roll twice on the large sofa and rolled to No. 67's side.

He immediately escaped from No. 67's hand with all his strength, and rolled back to the corner, curled up like a silkworm chrysalis, but refused to show his head.

No. 67 laughed, and returned the sentence at the beginning, "I have done everything, you are embarrassed now, what's the use?"

Seeing that Ning Zhe still didn't speak, he thought for a while and said, "Call me, I didn't laugh at you, why are you so shy."

"Besides, how many times have I done this kind of thing? I haven't touched any part of your body? I haven't seen you stupid? Is it necessary?"

How can it be the same? I used to use my hands, but I didn't...

Ning pursed his lips, no matter what he said, he just kept silently being his own coward in the corner, but refused to make a sound.

No. 67 snorted, ignored him, and sat aside to pull out the panel again, tapping out a series of complicated codes with his ten fingers.

He didn't cover his face this time, the corners of his eyes and brows were flushed because of the incident just now, the wet black hair on his forehead was still dripping, and the faint blue light of the panel made his eyes as deep and mysterious as stars. It looks beautiful and handsome like a monster.

From the first time he saw the true face of No. 67, Ning Zhe has been thinking about it all the time, but No. 67 always hides his face with green smoke, and he has never had the chance to see him again.

It's rare for number 67 to reveal his true face, but it's a pity that Ning Zhe is destined to miss it this time.

While the two were staying in the system space, the dark guard Seventeen kept kneeling in Ning Zhe's room.

Ning Zhe didn't let him get up, so he didn't dare to get up.

The bones in his body didn't grow well at all, and after kneeling for a long time, they broke again, and the white broken bones pierced through the flesh and blood, revealing his head hideously.

Shi Qi let out a muffled snort, and supported his body with shaking hands, not daring to fall down.

He was waiting for Ning Zhe to calm down and come back, but he waited until dark, but Ning Zhe was nowhere to be seen.

A few demons hurried in to ask about Ning Zhe's whereabouts, Shi Qi couldn't answer, and was kicked to the corner by them, unable to get up for a long time.

When night came, Ning Zhe still didn't come back.

Seventeen coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, his consciousness was blurred, and his eyes were blurred.

At some point, a figure quietly appeared beside him.

"How about it, you were not willing to call you back to the soul, do you regret it now?"

This sound...

It was the demon man who came to look for him when he was still imprisoned in Huo Chen's mansion.

Shi Qi tried hard to open his eyes.

The moon in the Demon Realm was blood-red, and the light was cold and dim. He could barely see the man's appearance clearly.

It's a bit familiar, it seems to be...the red-haired demon next to the young master of the demons...

Are they not enemies?Why does this Demon Race know him?

And... return to the soul, return to what soul?

Shi Qi's head was in chaos, and he could no longer figure out the meaning of his words.

"If you rescued that human race privately, the lord will not let you go. Surrender Ning Zhe and return your soul to your throne. This is the only way you can choose. Otherwise, your soul will fly away sooner or later."

He didn't understand a single word of Seventeen, but he heard four words - Hand over Ning Zhe.

But that's all the reasons why he rejected the other party.

Seventeen shook his head.

The red-haired demon didn't say anything, just said "you'll regret it", and left in a flash.

Shi Qi lay on the ground and gently closed his eyes.

Do you regret it?

He has already regretted it once.

And just this time, he had already tasted all the pain and regret.

Shi Qi thought to himself, he would never dare to betray again.

But the only one who believed his words was himself.

……

Ning Zhe disappeared for a whole day, and the demons were already searching for him.

Qi Nu thought he had escaped, and quickly checked the situation of the prisoner.

The man was still tied up and hung on the cliff, showing no sign of sobriety.

Chess slave heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, as long as this person is around, he is not afraid that Ning Zhe will run away.

He didn't know that his so-called captive just sat on the sofa and molested the children in his free time.

Ji Li went out for a day yesterday, and brought someone back this evening, and he will see Ning Zhe as soon as he comes back.

Seeing that the time was too late, No. 67 forcibly pulled Ning Zhe out of the blanket and threw him out of the system space.

Ning Zhe grabbed his waist and refused to leave.