stonecrandall Chapter 170 Huo Chen is dead, it's useless to think about him again
Chapter 170 Huo Chen is dead, it's useless to think about him again
No. 67 asked him to let go with a cold face.
Ning Zhe hugged him around his neck fearlessly, and wrapped his legs around his thin waist, hanging on him so that he couldn't get off.
67's stature has become even thinner.
He rubbed between his brows with a headache, "What do you want to do this time?"
Ning Zhe didn't speak, his big eyes stared straight at the large projection screen behind him, the stars in his eyes were shining brightly, as if there were stars twinkling all over the sky.
67 could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expectant and longing appearance.
He curled his lips into a sneer, met Ning Zhe's sparkling eyes, and said three words slowly, "No, yes, yes."
Ning Zhe blinked blankly, and Jindouzi rolled down again.
"You, you don't care about me! I thought you were captured by the chess slave, and I went to rescue you, but you didn't tell me when you came out, and now you don't even show me a TV...you I don't even know how they bullied me..."
No. 67 snorted coldly, reached out and squeezed his chin, "Come on, tell me, how did they bully you?"
Ning Zhe pointed to his wrist, "Here, they broke it."
No. 67 glanced at it, the skin on that wrist was smooth and fair, without any marks, it was pretty and beautiful.
He had a half-smile: "What's the matter? You're getting more and more proficient at deceiving people, and I look so stupid?"
Ning Zhe paused, only to realize that the wound he was forced to draw by the chess slave had already healed.
For the first time, he felt that the residual pulse of the gods was very cumbersome.
"I didn't lie... just, I just bullied..." Ning Zhe wanted to cry but had no tears.
No. 67 let out a heck, with a bland smile, a pair of cold eyes seemed to be able to pierce his skin and see into his heart.
Who can Ning Zhe be bullied by?
It was all his careful calculations, and he didn't deserve sympathy at all.
If he took these worthless tears seriously, he would be really stupid.
"I, I...Wow, number 67, you have changed, you don't love me anymore..."
Ning Zhe felt sour in his heart, and burst into tears with a "wow", with snot and tears running down his nose, his nose was red, and his eye sockets were hot and humid. He was as sad as he wanted.
No. 67 was annoyed by his crying, and reached out to pinch his cheeks, "Okay, don't pretend, I'll show it to you next time I have a chance, now shut the mic for me quietly, understand?"
As soon as Ning Zhe's eyes lit up, he immediately tossed the grievance just now to the back of his head.
He just wanted to squeak, when No. 67 said flatly: "If you dare to make a sound, you will say goodbye to your sheep forever."
Ning Zhe: "..."
Men are indeed cruel and ruthless things.
But after all, he didn't intend to really stay here, even if No. 67 refused, he would find a ladder for himself to climb down.
However, No. 67 was really soft-hearted beyond his expectation. Just seeing him shed two tears, he couldn't hold back his face, and let him start a mischief.
But since I love him so much, what are the previous persecutions?
Ning folded his eyes, and quietly looked at the thin figure of the man who was busy for him. There was no wave in the bottom of his eyes, with a palpitating sense of calm and scrutiny, and there was no pitiful and sad appearance just now.
No. 67 didn't know what Ning Zhe was thinking.
Ning Zhe's previous clothes were stained and could no longer be worn, so he had to find a new shirt to put on for him.
But the clothes provided in the system mall, he either despises them as ugly or too rough.
No. 67 is already considering whether to add a Ningzhe wardrobe to the system space next time.
After picking and picking for a long time, I finally managed to exchange a small black bunt with moiré double-breast, and a delicate dagger was included in the mall.
The energy he had left was only enough to exchange for this shirt, and the shoes could only be worn by Ning Zhe himself.
No. 67 hugged Ning Zhe to sit on the sofa, knelt down and put on his little brocade boots, and tied the little dagger beside his boots.
There are all kinds of strange monsters everywhere in the Demon Realm, and they might be useful at any time.
Ning Zhe looked at his meticulous movements with his chin resting, his eyes dazed.
He couldn't help shaking his feet, and sighed, "No. 67, when can we leave."
No. 67 didn't look up, "Don't like this place?"
Ning Zhe shook his head, a little silent.
No. 67 raised his eyes to look at him, and said calmly, "Huo Chen is dead, and he won't be able to see him when he goes out. Don't even think about it."
Ning Zhe paused for a long time before refuting in a low voice: "I didn't think about it..."
No. 67 didn't speak, and after dressing Ning Zhe, he picked him up and took him out of the system space.
He didn't intend to stay by Ning Zhe's side, his body was still controlled by the chess slave, and what was here was just a clone he had transformed with green smoke.
Originally, because he was worried about Ning Zhe, he gritted his teeth and used the accumulated energy to create a clone to see him.
It's just that he didn't expect to meet Ning Zhe taking a cold shower as soon as he arrived.
Ning Zhe's body has been nourished by the spirit group these days, and has gradually recovered its vitality. In addition, the special status of the seventeenth guard of the dark guard can easily arouse his lust.
Once the succubus's lust breaks out, there is no other way but to have sex. In the past, he used his own energy to appease him before he could resolve his lust. Otherwise, how could he get rid of his lust with a simple masturbation.
This little thing dared to think, he really thought that taking a cold shower would be fine.
If it hadn't happened to be hit by him this time...
In this place full of vicious male demons, a beautiful succubus who has no resistance and is in heat, No. 67 can't imagine what the consequences will be.
His arms tightened subconsciously, Ning Zhe was strangled, and he snorted softly, looking at him with teary grape eyes.
No. 67 rubbed the corners of his reddened eyes, "When I see Ji Liang later, I will say that I went out to play, did you hear me?"
Ning Zhe sniffed, a little suspicious, "Will he believe it?"
Is this explanation too far-fetched, the demons are not fools.
No. 67's thin lips curled slightly, and he found a bunch of red candied haws from somewhere and handed them to him.
Ning Zhe took the candied haws in a daze, tilted his head, and looked at him puzzled.
No. 67 looked at his innocent childlike expression with red lips and white teeth, and laughed, "For someone else, this explanation may be far-fetched, but it's yours..."
He bent his lips and didn't continue talking.
Ji Liang couldn't find Ning Zhe outside, and he had already sent the demons to search for people outside.
Ning Zhe was still thinking about what he said just now, when he was picked up by No. 67 and sent to the courtyard.
"Aren't you with me?" Ning Zhe tugged at his sleeve.
No. 67 rubbed the top of his hair, "Because of the sacred scriptures, the whole city of the capital is now under martial law. Given our current situation, it is not that simple to secretly sneak into the capital. Why not follow Ji Yi's intention and think about it first?" Let’s talk about ways to mix in.”
"how about you?"
"You weren't surprised at all after I came out, I thought you wouldn't ask any more." No. 67 laughed.
"Qi Slave locked me in a different space and has no intention of hurting me yet. After all, I am the only means he uses to threaten you. I am looking for a way out, and I will meet you when I get out. "
Ning Zhe looked up at his increasingly transparent body, the tip of his nose became sore, and his eyes began to moisten again.
No. 67 was funny, and hugged him in his arms, "Don't worry, I'm fine, don't worry about me."
Ning Zhe buried himself in his arms and shrugged his nose, crying sadly in his voice, "Don't die, if you die, I..."
What about my TV...
Fortunately, No. 67 couldn't hear what he was saying, otherwise he would run away again.
The blood moon gradually replaced the gray-blue sun, and the sky completely darkened.
When the demon guards found Ning Zhe in the courtyard, he was sitting under a tree with his knees crossed, licking candied haws. The tip of his bright red tongue was faintly visible between his pink lips and teeth, and his throat and hair were inexplicably dry.
Many demons are a little dazed, because the boy's fluffy hair, curled up and carefully licking something is so cute that it hits people's hearts.
Ji Liang shook his head, collected himself, walked up to him, lowered his head and asked sternly, "Where did you go?"
Ning Zhe thought about what No. 67 told him, so he opened his eyes and said nonsense, saying that he went out to play.
He thought that Ji Liang would not believe this kind of reason full of loopholes, but he just frowned, nodded, and said seriously: "Next time you go out to play, remember to tell me, otherwise you will be in danger. What to do, you are still young, and you are easily targeted."
Ning Zhe opened his mouth like a goose egg.
In Ji Liang's eyes, she looked so stupid that she couldn't react in a daze.
Ji Li softened her brows and eyes, thinking, she is still a child.
The story of Ning Zhe's disappearance for a long time just turned up like this, as simple as what No. 67 said, Ning Zhe still couldn't believe it after a long time.
How did he know that the demons have a long lifespan, but there are very few demons who can reach adulthood, because the living environment in the demon realm is difficult, so most of the adult demons will be more indulgent to the underage demons.
What's more, at Ning Zhe's age, let alone an adult among the demons, he didn't even meet the standard of a kid.
In the eyes of the [-]-year-old Ji Yan, he is just a kid in a diaper whose hair hasn't even grown.
Ning Zhe has lived peacefully for the past two days, and the chess slave doesn't know what he is doing, and has never come to him.
Ji Yun was even more indulgent to him, as long as he was obedient, he would give him whatever he wanted.
Dark Guard Seventeen's injury is also slowly getting better. The demon energy in the Demon Realm is poisonous to him, so Ning Zhe keeps him locked in the room and doesn't let him go out.
The owner of the big city of Tianbao has agreed for them to borrow the teleportation array.
But there is a condition, they have to travel with the Tianbao Great City team, and they would rather assist their holy son in the holy scriptures to win the favor of the young lord.
This generation of Demon Race Young Masters is heroic and extraordinary, and is placed with high hopes, which is the future of the rise of the Demon Race.
Everyone wants to take advantage of this sacred scripture to gain the favor of the young lord, and soar into the sky from then on.
The competition among the six major cities and ten small tribes in the sacred scriptures must be extremely fierce.
One more helper means more chances of winning.
It is not surprising that the city owner of Tianbao Dacheng would have such thoughts, and Ji Yi didn't expect anything from Ning Zhe, a stubborn and difficult child, so he agreed to his conditions.
After waiting for two days, they set off for the teleportation array in the center of the city.
The teleportation formation was built on a high platform, surrounded by tight defenses, and the guards let them in only after they checked and confirmed their identities.
But when the seventeenth guard entered the door, a demon guard kicked him and said angrily, "Hurry up! What are you doing!"
The Seventeenth Dark Guard was already weak, and even if he noticed his movements, he couldn't escape. He kicked him to the ground in full view, and rolled around in embarrassment a few times, covered in dust.
The Mozu is very strong, his legs have just grown up not long ago, when he was kicked so violently just now, there was a muffled sound of sore teeth, and it broke firmly.
Dark Guard Seventeen was lying on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
He was at the end of the line, and now no one cares if he falls behind.
Seeing that Ning Zhe was surrounded by a crowd of demons and entered the light curtain, walking further and further away, the dark guard Seventeen panicked and crawled forward desperately, trying to keep up with him.
The demon guard who had done it earlier sneered, and when he crawled over, he kicked out again, kicking the guard Seventeen back to the original place.
"Climb, you should climb for me, hahahahahaha..."
The dark guard Seventeen spat out a big mouthful of black blood, but he still struggled to prop up his body, and got up again.
Hurry up, hurry up, or...or you'll be left behind...
The several high-ranking demons who were watching pointed at him, with mocking and entertaining smiles on their faces.
After finally waiting for the dark guard Seventeen to climb to the side of the light curtain, the demon came over again and stomped him hard.
The dark guard Seventeen gritted his teeth and let out a muffled grunt, and lay down on the ground exhausted. Several fragile ribs were broken, and a few mouthfuls of blood spewed out of his mouth.
The demons wanted to torture him on purpose, stepped on his face a few times, and said with a sinister smile: "Why, do you want to go in? Unfortunately, anyone in our teleportation array can enter, only the lowly ones can't. Now If you can't get in, are you a bitch? Huh? Hahahahahaha..."
Dark Guard Seventeen pursed his lips tightly, and raised his head with difficulty to look at the light curtain.
Ning Zhe's figure had disappeared.
He was thrown down.
It was thrown away like a piece of garbage.
Dark Guard Seventeen suddenly had a sharp pain in his heart, blood surged up in his throat, hot tears rolled down from his dry and empty eye sockets, and flowed into his mouth.
He tasted a bitter salty smell.
"Oh, are you crying now?"
The Mozu looked at his face, let out a strange cry of surprise, and then couldn't help laughing, "Look, everyone, hahahahaha this bitch is actually crying! He is crying!"
Some of the onlookers laughed, and echoed: "In my opinion, he is not a lowly species, he has no species at all!"
"Although the human race is despicable, I have never seen a human race as useless and ashamed as him. Hey, I said, is this dirty thing really a human? Could it be a wild dog from somewhere? Hahahaha... ..."
All the demons looked up to the sky and laughed.
But Dark Guard Seventeen could no longer hear anything, his head was buzzing, and his eyes were dazed, and he couldn't see anything.
He wondered in bewilderment, the emperor didn't want him anymore, the emperor left him behind, what would he do in the future?
Could he... never see that person again?
The Seventeenth Dark Guard looked terrified, his heart throbbed so hard that he couldn't breathe.
He was like a drowning person, no matter how much he struggled and thrashed, he couldn't hold back his sinking body.
Despair and dead silence wrapped him inch by inch.
The demon guards kicked him hard, but he didn't respond at all.
Die, go die.
A traitor like him should have died a long time ago, and should have made atonement for his mistakes.
The seventeenth guard hugged his head, thinking, when he died, the emperor would forgive him...
......
When Ning Zhe came back, what he saw was the tragic scene of the seventeenth guard who closed his eyes and gave up resistance, surrounded by a group of demons and beaten.
Before setting off, Ji Liang said that the Seventeenth Dark Guard was a human race and could not always be by his side, so someone took him down.
Ning Zhe didn't care about the seventeenth guard, nor did he care, so he nodded and agreed.
Unexpectedly, after entering the door just now, he found that the aura of the seventeenth guard had disappeared.
He has always been sensitive to the smell of people, and when he looked back, he did not see anyone.
Ji Yan said that he had sent the Mozu to look for him and asked him to go on.
Ning Zhe flicked his hand away coldly, turned around and walked out of the light curtain.
As soon as he came out, he saw that the seventeenth guard was beaten half to death by several demons.
And the two high-level demons that Ji Yi said were sent out to find people stood aside, with a smile on their faces watching a monkey show, watching the seventeenth guard lying on the ground being kicked around.
Ji Liang came out after him, and was also a little surprised to see this scene.
He really didn't expect things to turn out like this, he was speechless for a while, "I will punish them, don't..."
Ning Zhe walked out before he finished speaking, standing behind the beating demons and staring at them.
A high-ranking demon didn't look back, and impatiently stretched out his hand to push him, "Where's the little brat, don't get in the way, get out of my way!"
Ji Li's face changed slightly, and before he could stop it, he saw Ning Zhe grabbed the demon's wrist and flipped it lightly.
There was a "click", the crisp sound of bones breaking.
The demon's wrist was bent into an extremely twisted arc.
"what!"
How could he have thought that Ning Zhe would be so powerful with such a small body!
The expressions of the surrounding demons changed drastically, and they immediately rushed up to besiege Ning Zhe!
With a cold face, Ning Zhe bent down and pulled out the dagger given to him by No. 67 from the side of the brocade boots, and went forward without fear.
The following time seemed to have been moved by someone, and it became extremely fast.
——Ji Liang hadn't finished his move, and the demons on both sides hadn't reacted yet, but in the blink of an eye, there was a circle of demon guards lying on the ground crying and vomiting blood.
Ning Zhe's movements turned into afterimages, and no one could see clearly what he had done. All he knew was that he was alone and with a single knife, he instantly defeated more than a dozen high-level demon guards.
It should be known that the teleportation array is an important place in the city, and the guards who can be stationed here are all selected through layers of careful selection, and finally determined to be outstanding.
They are the strongest defensive force in Tianbao City, and anyone who dares to challenge their majesty has never survived.
But today, these guards were actually defeated by a little-known low-level succubus boy, it's unbelievable!
Not far away, a young man in white looked at this scene quietly, and asked the old man beside him lightly: "Is he the holy son Ji Yi found?"
The old man nodded.
The young man in white smiled, "Very good."
He didn't stay long, and when everyone's eyes were attracted by the farce here, he walked slowly into the light curtain alone.
Ning Zhe frowned, and turned to look behind him.
There was a breeze blowing, and the light curtain swayed to form two circles of water patterns, and there was no one in the air.
Why does he feel that someone is watching him?
Ning Zhe shook his head, drove out the strange thoughts in his head, and walked towards the Seventeenth Dark Guard.
Dark Guard Seventeen closed his eyes tightly, his breathing was weak, and his whole body was covered with sticky and dark red blood.
Ning Zhe picked up one of his wrists, and that hand limply drooped in mid-air, apparently broken.
This is the bone that he managed to connect to the Seventeenth Guard, and it will all be broken.
Ning Zhe looked at the demon guards who were lying on the ground and wailing, a bit of frost and snow appeared in their lonely pupils, and the coldness was piercing.
A cluster of chilling blue flames poured out from his fingertips, climbed up the bodies of those demons, embedded them into their souls, and burned them silently.
After doing this, Ning Zhe turned his head to look at the seventeenth guard.
The Seventeenth Dark Guard had already woken up, and was crawling towards him using both hands and feet.
He was still spitting blood out of his mouth, blood and tears were running across his face with intertwined scars, and his unkempt and disheveled face was extremely embarrassing.
The biting killing intent in Ning Zhe's eyes gradually receded inch by inch, and he knelt down to look at him.
Dark Guard Seventeen crawled to his feet, his eyes blurred, he raised his head with blood in his eyes and called him, "Your Majesty."
In fact, he could no longer see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, but he knew who he was.
This is his master, his emperor.
Ning Zhe slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and asked him lightly, "Why did they beat you?"
The Seventeenth Dark Guard whimpered, his eyes flushed.
He couldn't stand Ning Zhe treating him so tenderly and tenderly. He knew it was a lie, but he couldn't help but throw himself into the flames.
Ning Zhe just mentioned it casually, seeing that he lowered his head and was speechless, he stopped asking, patted his head, and said: "Follow closely, if you lose it again, I won't come to you."
Dark Guard Seventeen's eyes lighted up slightly, and he nodded hurriedly.
Ning Zhe stood up and looked down at him, "Can you get up?"
Dark Guard Seventeen dared not say no.
He gritted his teeth, propped his other good hand on the ground, and stood up unsteadily.
Because of broken ribs, he could only hunched his body and shrunk his neck.
Standing beside the gorgeous and noble Ning Zhe in red shirt, he was as pitiful and ugly as a mouse crossing the street.
Ning Zhe saw that he could stand up, so he ignored him, turned around and entered the light curtain with Ji Rong.
The dark guard Seventeen panted heavily, and followed him slowly. Every step he took was like stepping on the tip of a knife, and the pain was piercing.
He dared not stop.
As long as he stopped, he would never be able to catch up with this person again.
Ning Zhe stepped into the teleportation array. As for the demon guards and the two demons watching the opera beside Ji Yi, their spirits have been eroded by his cold flames, and they will be dissipated in a short time.
They have made an appointment with the Tianbao Dacheng team to set off together.
Therefore, when they arrived, apart from the chess slaves who stayed in the formation, there was another team of demons.
The leader is a young and handsome young man in white, with a gentle and elegant temperament, a smile on his jade face, and looks very friendly.
After he greeted Ji Yun, his gentle eyes fell on Ning Zhe who was beside him, and asked softly, "This must be the Holy Son?"
Ning Zhe inadvertently frowned.
He felt the illusion of being watched again just now.