I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 171 When the Emperor Calls Him, 1 Must Answer

Ji Yi said that they would set off with the team from Tianbao Dachengchi, so the young man in white clothes in front of him should be the holy son of the other party.

Ning Zhe looked up at him, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Today he was wearing a vermilion long pleated jacquard dress with a large swing, and the overly colorful dress made him even more childish.

When looking up at people with a pair of black grape eyes open like this, it is even more serious.

The eyes of the young man in white were slightly curved, and he suddenly wanted to touch his head.

And he did.

Just as soon as he raised his hand, he was stopped by someone.

That's right, "people".

The young man in white raised his eyebrows and looked at the humble race that stopped him.

The dark guard Seventeen subconsciously took a step forward, stretched out his arms, and protected Ning Zhe behind his back, looking at him vigilantly with murderous aura all over his body.

The young man in white paused, and gave him a gentle smile.

"this......"

Ji Liang immediately apologized and said with a smile: "It's just a lowly slave who doesn't understand the rules. I offended Lord Shengzi. I'm really sorry. I'll take him down to punish him."

As he said that, he glared at the dark guard Seventeen coldly, and asked the demon guards on both sides to come over and drag him down.

Dark Guard Seventeen had his hands cut behind his back roughly, and was forcibly taken down.

"No, let go..." He struggled desperately, turned his head to look at Ning Zhe frequently, and let out a hoarse and ugly growl from his throat.

Ning Zhe watched him quietly, his dark eyes were calm, and he couldn't see any emotion, and he neither stopped nor said anything else.

Dark Guard Seventeen's struggling movements gradually slowed down.

He realized that Ning Zhe didn't care about the struggle of an ant like him.

Or rather, he didn't want to see him.

Shi Qi let out a low moan, tears fell from his eyes, and he lowered his hands in despair, silently pledging his life.

Seeing this, the young man in white chuckled, and said to Ji Liang, "Forget it, let him go, it's okay."

Ning folded his long eyelashes and turned to look at him.

The young man in white smiled gently and said to him, "Forgive him, he also wants to protect you."

Ning Zhe remained expressionless.

In the end, the Seventeenth Dark Guard was released.

However, because of what happened just now, he was no longer allowed to follow Ning Zhe, and could only stand at the end of the line and watch his back.

Several demons mocked him unceremoniously.

"Do you know who that was just now? That is the son of the city lord of Tianbao Dacheng, one of the six future city lords. You are really impatient, even he dares to provoke you."

"No, even the patriarch has to be respectful to him. It's good for this bastard. It almost hurts our entire tribe. It's really unlucky! If you want to die, die far away, don't dirty my eyes!"

"Heh, it's just a piece of trash. If he wasn't the son of the Holy Son, he would have been gnawed to the bone. Walk around and stay away from him. The blood all over his body smells bad to me."

Several high-level demons walked away with disgust on their faces.

Shi Qi followed behind with heavy steps, and looked at them silently, with a dead silence on his face.

The central teleportation array is hexagonal, surrounded by beautiful light blue light curtains, looking from a distance, it is magnificent and magnificent.

The space of the teleportation array is very large, enough to accommodate dozens of people to teleport together. The bottom of the array is carved with complicated patterns, and there are tall white jade stone pillars built on six corners. Formation injects power.

When Ning Zhe stepped into the teleportation array, he glanced back vaguely out of the corner of his eye, as if he was looking at someone.

His movements were so subtle that even Ji Liang who was beside him didn't notice.

The young man in white suddenly chuckled, leaned over to his ear, and whispered softly, "Are you looking for him?"

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

He was very disgusted that someone was so close to him, and the young man's warm breath on his ears made him feel a little sick.

But he was used to disguising himself, so he didn't show the slightest emotion.

The young man also looked back, and at a glance, he saw the embarrassed human race who were being staggered and pushed back and forth.

He squinted his eyes and smiled, and said to Ning Zhe, "He is a very loyal dog, and he also cares about you."

"However, the bloodline is too low."

Ning Zhe gently raised his eyelids to look at him, waiting for his next words.

The young man in white stroked his cheek lightly with his fingertips, smiling warmly, "You are fine, and you are better suited."

"Maybe we can be friends."

Ning Zhe pushed him away indifferently, and stepped straight into the teleportation array.

The young man in white was not annoyed, and said calmly behind him: "Remember, my name is Su Xing."

Ning folded his head and didn't look back, his back was indifferent.

Su Xing smiled, his face was warm, and the corners of his lips seemed to be hooked by the spring breeze.

The old man was puzzled, "Why did the eldest son think of making friends with him?"

He looked at it, no matter how beautiful this succubus is, it's just a child, and its blood is mixed, what can it be used for in the future?

Su Xing shook his head, but smiled silently.

Some things are news that only the upper class nobles can get.

According to rumors, the young lord held the holy ceremony this time to select holy sons from all over the world, just to find a demon.

Coincidentally, his father showed him a portrait of the demon before he set off.

There are always so many such coincidences in the world.

Who would have thought that the human demon that the young master was looking for was quietly hiding in such a small tribe.

With a smile in his eyes, Su Xing walked into the formation with his hands behind his back, and stood beside Ning Zhe as if nothing had happened.

Ning Zhe didn't even give him a look.

He watched the Seventeenth Dark Guard fall unsteadily outside the teleportation formation, vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and finally managed to climb into the formation with his hands, then looked away indifferently.

At noon, the gray-blue sunlight enters the eye of the formation, casting a gleam of light.

The six demons cast spells together, and the huge formation plate shone with dazzling light, enveloping everyone in it and disappearing in an instant.

According to this, in a magnificent and noble palace thousands of miles away, the long eyelashes of the man taking a nap on the dark throne suddenly moved, and he opened his eyes lightly, a cold light suddenly burst out from the bottom of the pitch-black eyes.

"Our little prince is here, are you ready to welcome him?"

The red-haired demon smiled lightly, put his right hand on his chest, and bent down respectfully, "Yes, everything is ready."

......

There was a shock in front of my eyes, my feet fell to the ground, and the feeling of nowhere to land disappeared.

Ning Zhe's face turned pale, his slender fingers tightly clutched the hem of his clothes, and he bit his lips, enduring something.

"Uncomfortable?" Su Xing reached out to help him.

Ning Zhe took a quick step back, a icy flame burst out from the bottom of his pitch-black eyes, and he looked at him coldly.

Su Xing paused, his face was a little surprised, but soon returned to normal, and said with a smile: "I will not hurt you."

Ning Zhe didn't respond.

Su Xing smiled and said: "It's okay, it's normal to feel uncomfortable. Every demon who passes through the teleportation array will have various symptoms of discomfort. You are already fine, just look at them."

He pointed to the other demons.

Ning Zhe looked over and found that those demons who were originally indistinguishable from the human race had revealed their true colors one after another, hugging trees, kneeling on the ground, and throwing up in the dark.

As for the seventeenth guard, he vomited blood directly, and his face was covered with dust, rolling to the ground.

The teleportation array is a long-distance cross-space transmission, so dizziness will naturally occur, but Ning Zhe's weakness is not due to this.

He couldn't say what he felt in his heart, but he always felt that something was about to happen, and his heart felt anxious, as if cut by a knife.

Ji Li managed to regain his composure, came back to his human form, and asked Ning Zhe if he was okay.

Ning Zhe reversed his expressionless face just now, and immediately watery tears welled up in the eyes of the two grapes, and he pursed his lips lightly, his face was as white as paper, with a frightened expression, his small appearance could be wronged.

This is the treasure of their tribe, is it okay to be injured?

Ji Liang hurriedly pulled him aside, coaxing him nicely.

Ning Zhe wiped his tears with the back of his hand, sobbing softly with red eyes, "Then I'm going out to play."

"Okay, I'll send someone to protect you."

"Don't let anyone protect you."

"Okay, okay, then I will follow you personally?"

"Nor you."

Ji Li frowned, feeling a little troubled.

Although with that man in his hands, he wasn't worried that Ning Zhe would run away, but he was still a little worried.

Ning Zhe blinked his eyes, and tears poured out as if a gate had been opened.

He didn't cry out loud, he just looked at you quietly, with big and big teardrops silently rolling down from his eye sockets.

Ji Liang's heart softened when he was seen, touched his head, and slowed down his tone, "The king is no better than other places. There are man-eating beasts everywhere here. I'm afraid you will be in danger. Besides, you don't want to be eaten." Bar?"

Ning Zhe stared at him with tears in his eyes, his voice choked up, "I, I'm very good."

Ji Liang remembered the scene when he knocked down those high-level demon guards not long ago.

Really great.

He thought for a while, then took a step back, "Well, I won't follow you, but I will cast a tracking technique on you, and you can only go out for half an hour."

Half an hour is enough for him to run away.

Ning Zhe sniffed, nodded pitifully, lowered his head and whispered, "Thank you."

Children also know etiquette.

Ji Liang couldn't help but smile, and rubbed his soft hair.

The king is the central fortress of the entire Demon Realm. At this time, when the Holy Code of Integrity is about to be opened, the highest bloodlines of all races come and go. Just looking at the aura of the whole body is very shocking.

Ji Ji Ningzhe's group of rustic demons walked in the city like ants who accidentally wandered in.

Fortunately, Su Xing, the son of the city lord, was still there.

Su Xing is the eldest son of Tianbao Dacheng. His mother is a human race. He was bullied because of his blood since he was a child, and he was not valued by the city lord.

But Su Xing himself was very capable, and soon gained a firm foothold in Tianbao City by virtue of his strong strength, and became the city lord's favorite son.

The Demon Realm has always respected the strong, Su Xing is a human demon with a humble bloodline, but he can make a lot of fame in the Demon Realm, so he has always been regarded as a model by ordinary demons, and is very respected by ordinary demons.

With waking up, Ji Li and his party were soon able to move into the holy palace where the ceremony was held.

According to the rules of the holy scriptures, the holy son and the holy daughter will be arranged alone in the holy pavilion, and the rest of the entourage are forbidden to enter.

The waking room is next door to Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe strongly suspects that Su Xing used some means in private.

After they arrived at the Holy Pavilion, the sixteen holy sons and saints have all arrived so far.

Two days later, it was time for the Holy Ceremony to be held.

At that time, the most honorable young master of the Demon Race in the Demon Realm will arrive in person to select the most suitable holy son to bring back to the palace.

The holy son brought back to the palace was nominally to perform sacrifices for the demons, but in fact everyone knew that the young master was idle and wanted to find a pet to play with.

But even if it is just to be an unworthy pet, the competition among the major cities is fierce.

Their young masters are pure-hearted and ascetic, they have never been close to eroticism, and their temperament is even more cruel and inhumane.

If there is any holy son who can win the favor of the young lord this time, then the forces behind him may also rise and gain a lot of benefits.

This is also the reason why Tianbao City Lord is willing to send his own son here to be the holy son of Nalao Shizi.

In the evening, a maid came in with dinner.

Ning Zhe took a look to see what kind of food it was, it was clearly the flesh and blood that had just been cut from a wild animal.

It is true that the demons eat raw meat.

Ning Zhe clutched his hungry, growling stomach and got into bed.

I really miss the No. 67 candied haws.

While drooling, he fell asleep.

The next day, before dawn, Ning Zhe was dragged out of the bed by Su Xing, and dragged him to visit more than a dozen other saints and saints.

Ning Zhe didn't open his eyes from the beginning to the end, and followed Su Xing around in the holy pavilion, staring at him.

His long hair was unkempt, with a single hair sticking up high on his head, and he looked very cute.

Su Xing really wanted to take this opportunity to rub him, but thinking of Ning Zhe's cold attitude towards him, he finally endured it.

The saint sons who visited did not treat them well. After all, they are all competitors, and they are already tolerant if they can bear it without doing anything.

On the contrary, those young and beautiful saintesses all smiled at them, especially when they looked at Ning Zhe, the smiles on their faces became brighter and kinder.

Su Xing vaguely understood something, so when they met for the second time, he gently pushed Ning Zhe forward, and pushed him in front of these saintesses.

"He... he came..."

"Oh my god, it's so cute!"

"You guys won't fuck me. Come on, kids, don't be afraid, come and let my sister hug you."

"My sister let me rub it too. Wow, my face is so soft, no, please give me a hand, my heart will melt..."

"Yeah, yeah, I wanted to pinch it when I first saw it, it's so soft..."

Ning Zhe looked dazed, and was touched left and right by the beautiful sisters, his face was flushed, and he couldn't stand upright.

"Hmm...You guys, don't..."

The saintesses immediately covered their hearts.

"The voice is so soft and tender..."

"Ah, I'm dead..."

"Is such a cute child coming to participate in the sacred ceremony? Why is the young master such a beast! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, sister will protect you."

"Well, Shu... Shushen..." Help me quickly.

Ning Zhe was pinched on the cheek, stared at Su Xing with big eyes glistening with tears, and stretched out his hand to him desperately, unable to speak clearly.

Su Xing let out a "puchi" laugh, and went up to help him out.

He held Ning Zhe in his arms, and confessed to the saintesses, "I'm sorry, he was hungry just now, and I was about to take him to eat, so it's inconvenient to stay here."

"Ah, so I'm hungry. I still have the belly meat of the Lightning King Snake here. The meat is tender and smooth, the most delicious."

"My sister also has raw meat jerky made from Xuanhu. It's delicious when dipped in blood, and it can also strengthen your body. Would you like to come to my sister's place?"

"And me, me too..."

Ning Zhe couldn't listen anymore.

Unable to vomit, the whole person was buried in Su Xing's arms, his face turned pale.

Su Xing smiled so much that his eyes turned into crescent moons.

He patted Ning Zhe on the back, smiled politely at the expectant saintesses, and left with Ning Zhe in his arms.

"The demons in the capital have a tough personality, and they are all true temperaments, so don't mind."

As he spoke, he stroked Ning Zhe's head, thinking about it, and finally got it.

Ning Zhe glared at him and jumped out of his arms.

Turning around this piece of tumi flower garden is his room.

Ning Zhe shook off Su Xing and went back to the room, only took two steps when he heard a few sounds of beating and scolding from the pavilion not far from the flower garden.

He didn't want to care about it at first, but who wants to wake up and walk behind him lightly, and said calmly with his hands behind his back: "It is said that a human race sneaked into the Holy Pavilion this morning and was discovered. The guards arrested him and wanted to feed him with his blood." This tea garden."

Ning turned to look at him.

Su Xing smiled casually, "It is for this reason that I came to look for you today."

"Whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with me." Ning Zhe looked coldly.

But having said that, he went on.

Su Xing shook his head and chuckled, and followed behind him.

Sure enough, two demon guards were tying the dark guard Seventeen to the stone pillar, trying to cut his throat with their sharp claws.

Su Xing raised his hand and shot out a wind blade, opening the two demon guards.

"who!?"

Before Su Xing could speak, the two guards immediately attacked him without even giving him a chance to explain.

The guards of the holy pavilion are different from the other ones. They are all composed of powerful king's army, and their attacks are fierce and fierce.

Su Xing glanced at Ning Zhe, deliberately kept his hand away, and led the two guards away from the pavilion while beating.

The sound of fighting gradually drifted away, and the surroundings returned to silence, so quiet that one could even hear the sound of rainwater hitting the ground from the corner of the eaves.

Before Ning Zhe came, the Seventeenth Dark Guard had been tortured for a long time, his body was covered with new wounds, and someone even gouged out a large piece of flesh and blood on his stomach, dripping with bright red blood.

As for the ribs that were broken before, the flesh and blood have been pierced now, and the tip of the white bone is exposed, making the scalp numb just looking at it.

Even though Ning Zhe had been tortured and beaten at that time, he had never been in such a state of embarrassment like him.

He had lost consciousness, his head was hanging on the side, and he couldn't hear the sound of breathing. It was no different from death.

Ning Zhe stood in front of him and called softly, "Seventeen."

What moved people was that when the man who was still in a coma heard this sound, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he spat out two words inaudibly from his chapped and bleeding lips.

"emperor......"

Ning Zhe looked at him quietly, his eyes were as deep as an abyss, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

After a while, he lightly stroked Shi Qi's ugly face with his fingertips, and said softly, "What are you doing here?"

Dark Guard Seventeen naturally didn't answer.

He completely lost consciousness, it was just an instinctive reaction of the body.

When Ning Zhe was tortured in the dungeon, he cried and called his name every day and night.

He wanted someone to save him, he was in too much pain.

He asked those people, Seventeen was obviously his secret guard, why didn't they come to rescue him?

No one answered him.

Dark Guard Seventeen didn't answer either.

He stood on the beam of the house, quietly watching Ning Zhe being beaten with iron whips and scorched by those people.

His skin was cut open and filled with highly poisonous Gu worms, his fingers were cut off bit by bit, and then grew back, his bones were smashed and taken out by those people, and all were fed into his mouth.

Because he won't die, and he can't die, the jailers tried every means to torture him.

In just a few days, he will recover on his own, and no one will know what they did to this unarmed little emperor.

Ning Zhe desperately called his name over and over again, but the dark guard Seventeen didn't answer.

Now he regrets it.

But it was useless, the little emperor who would call him seventeen gently, bandage him carefully, and sleep with him at night was dead.

——When the emperor calls him, he must answer.

Later, the Seventeenth Dark Guard told himself this all the time.

After a long period of training and repeated conscious hypnosis, the body finally formed this subconscious stress response.

But for Ning Zhe, it was too late.

The wound has already formed, no matter how well it heals, as long as you think about it, your body will still remember the piercing pain.

Ning Zhe caressed the knife mark on the corner of the dark guard Seventeen's eyes, the corners of his lips tightened slightly, a little lost in thought.

This was done by him himself, in order to punish the betrayal of the secret guard Seventeen.

This engraving reminded him of what this poor-looking man in front of him had done to him in one day.

Ning folded his eyes and fell silent for a moment, then put the dark guard seventeen down from the stone pillar and hugged him into his arms, gently scratched his wrist, causing blood to drip into his dry and chapped pale thin lips.

This is really the last time, he thought.

When Su Xing came back from dealing with the two demons, he was surprised to find that most of the fatal wounds on the body of the dark guard Seventeen had healed up, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

On the contrary, Ning Zhe closed his eyes and leaned against the stone pillar without any strength. His face was so pale that he didn't look like a real person, and his body was too thin, as if he would fall down when the wind blows lightly.

"You are..."

Ning Zhe opened his eyelids and glanced at him lightly.

Su Xing was slightly startled, and was captured by the overly cold indifference in his eyes.

However, the next moment, the pale young man closed his eyes and fell down gently.

Su Xing hurried forward to catch him.

His arms were wrapped around the young man's soft waist, but he couldn't feel the slightest weight at all, it was light and thin, thinner than a piece of paper.

Su Xing was slightly taken aback, unable to explain what he was feeling.

When he came back to his senses, he found that his fingers had touched the young man's pale lips.

Su Xing froze for a while.

The mysterious boy in front of him is the prey of the young lord.

Su Xing knew that he shouldn't probe into him too much. When he first got close to the young man, it was only with the intention of making friends with the Young Master.

But what is he doing now?

They have only been together for a few days, but since when, whenever he saw the boy, he would involuntarily smile, and even move very lightly and slowly, for fear of disturbing him?

Su Xing frowned, suppressed the strangeness in his heart, carried Ning Zhe back to the room, and gently placed him on the couch.

There was a deep wound on Ning Zhe's wrist, which was still dripping blood.

Su Xing remembered that the child was very afraid of pain, and now that he had suffered such a serious injury, he didn't say a word.

He briefly bandaged Ning Zhe, covered him with a quilt, and let him fall asleep.

As for the Seventeenth Secret Guard, outsiders are not allowed to enter the holy pavilion, so Su Xing can only temporarily hide him in the darkroom of his own room.

He also specially checked the body of the seventeenth guard, but found no trace of casting spells.

None of the miraculous medicines that Su Xing knew had such an immediate effect.

He couldn't explain at all what was the reason for a dying person to gradually come back to life.