stonecrandall Chapter 172 Little Liar
Chapter 172 Little Liar
Ning Zhe had a dream, dreaming that he had just met the Seventeenth Dark Guard.
At that time, he was just as embarrassed as he is now, with no light in his eyes, dripping with blood, lying there quietly waiting to die.
Ning Zhe felt that he was very similar to his former self.
Three years ago when he was replaced by Yun Lan and was almost stabbed to death by Ning Yan, he also looked like he was dying.
Ning Zhe couldn't tell if it was because of the same sickness, but in short, he made his own decision and saved the secret guard Seventeen.
Because of this, he was locked in a dungeon by His Majesty the Emperor, and was severely whipped for a day and a night.
Ning Zhe didn't feel any pain.
Because of the huge loneliness in the deep palace, he finally had a companion.
Dark Guard Seventeen didn't like to talk, but he always stayed by his side, watching him from an inconspicuous corner.
As long as he calls, he will definitely answer.
Every time Ning Zhe practiced sword with Huo Chen and his hands were broken and his body was bruised, the dark guard Seventeen would heal him silently.
After Huo Chen left, he had nightmares and couldn't sleep at night, and the dark guard Seventeen would clumsily tell him stories.
He is indeed not good at words, and he is not very smart. Ning Zhe was scared, so he even told Ning Zhe ghost stories.
His voice was low, he spoke in a stuttering manner, and he always stopped where he shouldn't have stopped, Ning Zhe was so frightened that he burst into tears, holding him in the middle of the night and refusing to let go.
The Seventeenth Dark Guard will only show up in the dark, he is a lowly servant who can't see the light, he is the shadow of his master.
According to the people in the dark pavilion, he is a dog that Ning Zhe picked up to guard the door.
Ning Zhe had heard these words several times, but he didn't take them to heart.
When he was in the Zongheng Pavilion, the pavilion had taught him that no matter how powerful these killers were, they were the master's dogs and the master's slaves.
The dark guard, of course, is the same.
Ning Zhe is used to being trampled under his feet, so he doesn't care about it.
He was very innocent back then, as long as others didn't touch his bottom line, he was a soft bun that could be kneaded and pinched easily.
But the seventeenth guard was not used to being humble.
He is not as soft as Ning Zhe.
The young and vigorous man has not yet worn away all the edges and corners. He is ambitious and unwilling to just be Ning Zhe's slave, but wants to stand beside him, hug him and stroke his head like Huo Chen.
So when Ning Zhi approached him and wanted to form an alliance with him, the Seventeenth Secret Guard easily betrayed him.
Ning Zhi promised him that he would not hurt Ning Zhe, all he needed was for him to steal the imperial decree that Ning Zhe carried with him and open the palace gate. He said that he just wanted to give Ning Zhe a wake-up call.
The seventeenth dark guard believed it naively.
Or maybe, he knew in his heart that things would not be so simple, but he was blinded by desire and subconsciously avoided thinking about this kind of problem.
Ning Zhe still remembers the unbelievable and horrified eyes of the secret guard Seventeen when he was imprisoned dying of injuries.
Ning Zhe felt a little funny.
He didn't even have time to be surprised by his betrayal, but he got scared first.
He thought, Dark Guard Seventeen is still the same Dark Guard Seventeen, proud and inferior, looks cold, but is actually very shy.
Ning Zhe always didn't believe it, just like he didn't believe that Yunlan would betray him suddenly, he also didn't believe that the secret guard Seventeen would leave him.
They have known each other for three full years.
He only has ten years of memory in total.
Those people always said that he was a monster without emotion, so he tried hard to learn how to trust and like people, and he wanted to have feelings.
But the result.
People without feelings end up covered in bruises, but those with feelings wantonly abandon and squander their feelings.
Ning Zhe never trusted anyone again.
Later, Ning Zhe never saw the Seventeenth Dark Guard.
The Seventeenth Dark Guard got his wish and became the leader of the Dark Pavilion, with a prominent position in front of the new emperor.
He finally has the qualification to stand beside Ning Zhe.
It's a pity that Ning Zhe is no longer here.
At the end of the dream, the secret guard Seventeen knelt at Ning Zhe's feet, begging his forgiveness in tears.
Ning Zhe looked at him for a while, then turned and left indifferently.
He was awake and knew he was in a dream.
He thought he was really a demon.
He had never had such a dream before.
If there is no concern in the heart, there will be no one in the dream.
In the past, in Ning Zhe's dreams, there were only ghosts demanding his life.
Now he always has some messy dreams, sometimes Ningyan, sometimes Huo Chen, and even Qingluan occasionally appears.
He felt that there seemed to be something different about himself, but he couldn't tell what it was.
......
When Ning Zhe woke up, it was already dark.
A man stood by the window.
There was no light in the room, it was pitch black, and the man's face was somewhat blurred.
Ning Zhe thought it was Seventeen and called him.
The figure didn't respond.
"wake?"
The figure remained silent.
The air in the room was stagnant, spreading a palpitating dead silence.
Ning Zhe closed his mouth.
His right hand quietly clenched his fist by his side, his waist was slightly bent, his body was in a defensive posture, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the shadow without blinking.
"Seventeen, wake up, what else? Who else do you know?"
The figure turned around.
Under the bloody moonlight, a face as handsome as a god was revealed.
The phoenix eyes are long and narrow, and a slight squint can make people's hearts flutter, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, as if a craftsman carved it out of jade, and the thin lips are like knives, and there is a sarcastic smile coldly.
The entire face has sharp edges and corners, the lines are extremely graceful, revealing the icy beauty of meticulous craftsmanship everywhere, and the side face is even more stern and indifferent to the extreme, just a casual glance can make people stop breathing instantly.
Ning Zhe stared blankly at him for a while, then rushed out of bed and jumped into his arms.
"Number 67!"
No. 67 opened his arms unhurriedly to catch him.
Ning Zhe rubbed against his neck vigorously, and said in an aggrieved voice, "Woo, you're finally here."
No. 67 sneered, "Heh, now you think of me, what happened just now?"
Ning Zhe pretended to be stupid.
"Liar liar."
The corners of No. 67's lips curled slightly, and he rubbed his hair indiscriminately, the emotion in his eyes was surprisingly soft.
Ning Zhe rubbed against his face, his eyes glued to it, shining brightly.
He really liked the face of No. 67, for no reason.
It's a pity that No. 67 is too stingy and always doesn't show it to him.
Ning Zhe stretched out his hand and poked his cheek, "No. 67, is this your own body?"
"What's not mine is yours?"
No. 67 slapped his troublesome fingers away, blinked his long and black eyelashes lightly, and the blue mist steamed up, gently enveloping his body.
Ning Zhe disappeared again.
Cursing his lips, his big black eyes were full of disappointment.
No. 67 sneered and patted his face, "I want to see it."
Ning Zhe nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Oh, then give me the money first." No. 67 was very indifferent.
Ning Zhe let out a low "woo" and his expression fell.
How can he have money.
He is poor.
No. 67 knew that he was possessed by a playful spirit at the moment, so he didn't bother to poke him, so he just carried him out the door.
"Where to go?"
"Aren't you hungry? Go eat."
The tone of No. 67 is very natural.
Ning Zhe blinked, raised his head and stared at him seriously, there was no light in his deep eyes, and there seemed to be darkness surging.
No. 67 raised his hand to hide the figure of the two, hugged him and walked out a few steps, and easily left the holy pavilion without being noticed by anyone.
"Your energy has recovered?" Ning Zhe couldn't help asking, looking at the scenery whistling past below.
No. 67 was silent.
Seeing that he didn't want to talk to him, Ning Zhe slightly pursed his lips, leaned his head on his shoulder, and stopped talking.
No. 67 remained motionless.
He would not tell Ning Zhe how terrified he was when he found out that he had no energy.
Because he knows that he who has no energy is a burden to Ning Zhe.
If he is useless, he will be abandoned without hesitation, just like the seventeenth guard.
Ning Zhe has no heart, he said it himself.
Facing the energetic and powerful No. 67, he can kill him without blinking an eye, let alone him who has no energy now.
No. 67's energy has not recovered until now. The reason why he escaped from the chess slave is only because of tampering with the internal settings of the system, simplifying the energy collection procedure, and cheating to obtain false energy.
It was in this low-level plane that the monitoring system responded slowly, which gave him an opportunity to take advantage of it. If he switched to other planes, I'm afraid he hasn't done anything yet, but just having this idea, he will be destroyed.
He had thought that the task would take a long time to complete, but Ning Zhe's method was much neater than he thought.
While hanging the life of the secret guard Seventeen, giving him hope, and constantly making him despair.
Just from the Seventeenth Dark Guard, he earned a lot of attack points.
Coupled with the tragic death of Huo Chen and Qingluan, who contributed a lot of abuse attack value, the progress bar has soared to 64%, and it seems that the task will be completed soon.
The next closest thing is the young lord who is used to pretending to be aggressive, and after a wave of abuse attack value from him, he can lead Ning Zhe out of the demon realm.
While thinking about the future countermeasures, No. 67 lit a fire, disposed of the rabbits that had been called, and put them on the fire to grill.
The system space is filled with all kinds of seasonings, with No. 67's craftsmanship, it is enough to hook the gluttons in Ning Zhe's stomach.
The boy obediently clung to his side, his eyes lit up.
Seeing him like this, No. 67 couldn't help but want to tease him, "Want to eat?"
The boy nodded immediately.
After a short pause, he rubbed his belly again, and said in frustration, "But I have no money."
No. 67 gloated and laughed, "Oh, then it's mine."
He took a bite of the meat without hesitation.
The aroma is overflowing, paving the way.
Ning Zhe glared at him with his mouth puffed up, and a cluster of flames burst out of his eyes, beautiful and bright, with a cold light shining brightly.
"How can you do this."
"What about me?"
Ning Zhe turned his back, and stopped talking in anger.
67 couldn't figure out whether he was really angry or just acting.
Ning Zhe is always true and false, he can't see clearly.
He was silent for a moment and patted the child on the shoulder.
"Okay, I'm teasing you, I'll give you food, I'll give you everything."
Ning Zhe puffed his mouth and didn't look back.
No. 67 stood up and approached him, with an unhappy tone, "Why are you angry again? Is it because I've been too spoiled with you recently? Ning Zhe, you should figure it out, it's you who asked me now, not..."
Before he finished speaking, Ning Zhe turned around suddenly, threw him on the grass, and pressed him on top of him.
No. 67 was lying on the ground, frowning at him, "Let go, what kind of monster do you want to be?"
Ning Zhe stared heavily at his face, which he couldn't see clearly, and suddenly licked his lips and smiled brightly.
"I don't want to eat rabbits now."
Before No. 67 could react, he pressed his lips and was speechless.
No. 67's pupils shrank.
Ning Zhe licked the line of his lips, biting his lips lightly with his teeth.
He is not the kind of lingering kiss, but like tasting something delicious, nibbling slowly.
It seemed that he took number 67 as some kind of prey and was gnawing his flesh and blood with his teeth bit by bit, tasting his taste.
No. 67's hairs stood on end.
Not only was this kiss not warm and ambiguous at all, but it gave people a creepy sense of fear.
He didn't know why Ning Zhe learned this skill without a teacher.
Moreover, he was restrained by this person, and he couldn't get rid of it for a while.
After a long time, Ning Zhe let go of his lips.
Number 67 immediately wanted to scold him.
Ning Zhe quickly put his fingers into his mouth, "Don't make noise, I'm sleepy."
No. 67 had a piece of soft meat in his mouth, he couldn't spit it out, he couldn't bear to bite it, he struggled for a while, and had to give Ning Zhe a cold look.
Ning Zhe laughed loudly and made faces at him, "Liu Wei Wei, you still have today."
No. 67 was laughed angrily by him, "Stinky boy, believe it or not, I stole all the silver in your small vault, so that you will never complete the mission and never see Ning Xuan."
Ning Zhe lay on his chest, yawned, and said casually, "You steal it, if you dare to steal it, I will kill you."
Killing, two words were easily uttered by him.
It seemed that in his eyes, life was nothing at all.
No. 67 didn't know if he was joking or serious.
But before he finished tangling, the culprit had already closed his eyes and fell asleep on top of him.
He also thought that 67 couldn't move, so he slept defenselessly.
No. 67 lay flat on the wet grass, seeing his softened and quiet expression, couldn't help but sighed softly, raised his palm, and stroked his face.
"Ning Zhe, get up and eat."
Ning Zhe muttered indistinctly, he couldn't hear what he said, probably because he didn't want to.
No. 67 squeezed his face, "Didn't you just want to eat? Are you not hungry anymore?"
Ning Zhe patted his hand away irritably, turned to sleep on the other side, completely treating him as a soft couch.
No. 67 looked at him for a long time, raised his lips slightly, touched his forehead with his fingers, and sighed.
"Liar liar."
Demons don't get hungry, they eat just to increase their strength, so Ning Zhe doesn't feel hungry either.
He wasn't sleepy either, he was just weak and couldn't support himself, but he just acted sleepy, making him think he was trying to sleep.
Just now when Ning Zhe fell asleep, he had a nightmare, kept calling Shiqi's name, and cried, but when he woke up, he pretended nothing had happened.
Also, the moment he saw his face, he was actually not that happy. Instead, he felt annoyed that his plan had been disrupted.
However, all of this was well hidden in the depths of his eyes, and he didn't show anything wrong.
No. 67 remembers that when he first approached Ning Zhe, he was not so good at disguising.
He will show resistance to the food he doesn't like, beg him to play cartoons softly, and cry silently in a corner alone.
But now, in just a few months, it was as if he had been reborn as a completely different person.
He was the one who made him like this.
No. 67 gently caressed his face with his fingertips, his eyes complicated.
The law and order in the capital is very good, there are no ferocious beasts nearby, and it was very peaceful last night.
No. 67 just lay on the ground, acting as a bed for the whole night.
He also took off his outer shirt and covered Ning Zhe.
The child hugged him tightly at night, and finally he didn't have any more nightmares, and slept peacefully all night.
Nights in the Demon Realm are short.
The blood moon disappeared in the sky, and the gray-blue sun rose. The sky in the distance was dim and hazy, covered with dark clouds, bringing with it the calmness of the storm.
Ning folded his long eyelashes and trembled slightly, blinking off the dew that had condensed on his eyelashes, and woke up faintly.
No. 67 bowed his head and kissed his eyes suddenly.
Ning Zhe was deeply kissed by him, and there was a look of astonishment in his eyes that was too late to hide.
Sure enough, people who just woke up are always very slow in their reactions.
No. 67 wiped away the dewdrops hanging from his eyelashes, and said nonchalantly, "It's time to go, the Holy Ceremony will be held today, if you don't go back, you will be discovered."
Ning Zhe was dazedly pulled up by him, let him tidy up his clothes in a daze, and wiped his face with a wet brocade, as if he hadn't recovered from the gentle kiss just now.
"You will enjoy it."
No. 67 helped him tidy up, and when he looked up, he saw his dizzy face.
Ning Zhe came back to his senses, couldn't help touching his eyes, "You...what are you doing..."
kiss Me......
Ning Zhe pursed his lips, but didn't ask.
No. 67 picked him up, hurried back to the holy pavilion, and sat him down on the clean pineapple table.
"Listen, when you wake up and take you out later, don't take anything he gives you."
Ning Zhe tilted his head, a little puzzled, but nodded obediently.
"Also, the reason why Qi Nu has not done anything to you is because he wants to make you look ugly in public in the scriptures. He has a way to confuse people, and you prevent him from getting too close to you."
Ning Zhe nodded again.
However, No. 67 paused, held his face, stared into his eyes and emphasized word by word, "Don't, don't get close to him! This person is narrow-minded and cannot be friends with. Don't just because he is good-looking. Just like him, absolutely, yes, no! Understand?"
Ning Zhe fell silent.
Does he look so carefree?
Seeing Ning Zhe nodded heavily, No. 67 reluctantly revealed the matter, and said, "No accident, the young master of the Demon Race will appear today, and he is waiting for you to fall into his trap."
Ning Zhe didn't understand why they didn't run away, since No. 67 had already come out, they could slip away now.
No. 67 slapped him on the head, "Why are you running, you're not earning any money?"
With tears in his eyes, Ning Zhe stared at him aggrievedly.
In the eyes of No. 67, he is just a money-making machine without emotion.
No. 67 ignored him, and said calmly: "You should have found out that his mind and soul are incomplete. There are seven souls and six souls, one soul and one soul, and one of the souls is still the main soul. It should be the man you rescued in Qingluan Palace." .”
Ning Zhe remembered, "Red Yue."
If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have escaped so easily.
"Chi Yue has been missing for a long time. I suspect that he has been captured by the Demon Realm. The reason why the Young Master wants to arrest you is probably because he can't integrate with him. He can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor and try to arrest you."
"What's the use of catching me." Ning Zhe blinked.
No. 67 sneered, "Why are you pretending to be stupid, you don't know the person you're flirting with?"
Ning Zhe put his arms around his neck and buried him in his arms, shaking his head and pretending to be stupid, "I don't know, I don't know."
No. 67 pinched the back of his neck and lifted him up, "Let me tell you, be honest in the scriptures, the young lord will not hurt you, but if you want to be obedient, you'd better gain his trust first, and then turn around hard Stab him, understand?"
Ning Zhe drooped his eyelids and said nothing, looking unhappy.
"Huo Chen and Qingluan both died at his hands, don't you want to take revenge?"
Ning Zhe looked at him with watery eyes, "But they bullied me."
The implication is that you deserve to die.
No. 67 knew that he was going to negotiate terms.
"Tell me, what do you want?"
Ning Zhe blinked and looked at him for a moment.
"Remove the smoke from your face."
So simple?
No. 67 was dubious, so he did it.
"Okay, you..."
Ning Zhe suddenly leaned over and kissed him hard on the cheek.
There was a clear sound.
No. 67 paused.
Ning bent his eyes, looked at him with a smile, and didn't speak, with a charming and gentle demeanor.
No. 67 wiped the saliva on his face vigorously, and said in a cold voice with a sullen face, "Okay, enough trouble is enough, don't ruin business later."
Ning Zhe nodded obediently, "Okay."
No. 67 told him again, and then he left in peace.
Ning Zhe sat on the table and chair, dangling his legs, quietly watching his figure gradually disappear.
When Su Xing knocked on the door and came in, he was staring blankly at the emptiness in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.
He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and his hair was messy and unkempt.
Su Xing frowned, "The scriptures are about to start, but there is no maid to serve you?"
Ning Zhe shook his head to express that he did not know.
In fact, the maid was knocked out by No. 67, but he naturally wouldn't say it.
Su Xing went out and beckoned a maid to come in and wait for him to change and wash.
Moyu's fine attire is very similar to Tianqi's women's dress style, with vermilion swings, flowers and pleats, sweeping the floor, noble and gorgeous.
Su Xing's demeanor is as warm and moist as water, suitable for light-colored clothes, this dress looks too colorful on Su Xing.
But the complexion of Ning Zhe's body happens to be unparalleled, which is very suitable for this suit of clothes.
It's just that because of his young age, he seems a little unable to support himself, and there is always something missing.
Looking at the past, red lips, white teeth, and big dark eyes, he looks more and more like a child who hasn't grown up.
Su Xing put on bright red lipstick for him, tied up his hair, and put a jade hairpin on his hairpin, making him look more mature.
Ning Zhe remembered the words of No. 67, and immediately wiped off the rouge on his lips, took off the jade hairpin and threw it aside.
Su Xing was helpless, "Okay, I won't touch you."
Ning Zhe didn't speak, and glanced at the jade hairpin out of the corner of his eye, but didn't show anything strange.
The maid took care of Ning Zhe, and Su Xing led him out of the room.
A red blanket was spread outside the door, and a long guard of honor was waiting on the roads on both sides.
When Ning Zhe was walking in the middle holding hands by Su Xing, there were also flower girls sowing bright red tea flowers behind them, which made Ning Zhe feel like he was getting married in a trance.
There was a lot of noise in the holy scriptures, and when Ning Zhe and the others arrived in sedan chairs, many people had already arrived.
Su Xing stepped down from the tall sedan chair first, then lifted the curtain, and carried Ning Zhe down as well.
Before Ning folded his feet to the ground, there was a sneering voice behind him.
"Hey, I said who is this? It turned out to be the famous eldest son of Tianbao Dacheng. Why, was he finally abandoned by the family because of the lowly blood of a human and devil? He was reduced to the point where he was going to be a holy son ... Tsk tsk, how pitiful."
When Ning Zhe heard the words, his big eyes couldn't help looking at Su Xing.