stonecrandall Chapter 177 Don't you want to see me humble?I'll show you
Chapter 177 Don't you want to see me humble?I'll show you
Ning Zhe's eyes were blurred, and his body was weak and boneless, he climbed onto Chi Yue's body, gently caressing the face of the cholera creature with two warm little hands, panting and slowly lowered his head.
The warm and ambiguous breath brushed all over Chi Yue's face.
The tips of their noses were touching the tips of their noses, and their lips were so close that they almost touched.
Chi Yue could even see the small and lovely fluff on the face of the boy opposite him, and his long, distinct and wet black eyelashes.
The increasingly scorching temperature spread to his body as the boy approached, burning all the way to his heart like a fire.
He opened his eyes slightly, watched the young man pressing towards him, and held his breath involuntarily.
"want to......"
Ning Zhe murmured, lowered his head slightly, and put Chi Yue's lips in his mouth.
A very small electric current suddenly spread along the lips to the whole body, and the black feather behind Chi Yue was shocked, and the feathers fell all over the ground.
Ning Zhe's body also trembled violently, and he softened almost at the same time as Chi Yue, and both of them fell to the ground.
In the demon clan, the higher bloodline has a suppressive effect on the lower ones, and love affairs are no exception.
The Seventeenth Dark Guard, Chi Yue, and the Young Master would arouse Ning's desire to break his body more easily than others, and the closer they were to them, the more turbulent their lust would be.
Ning Zhe was already a little delirious.
He pressed on Chi Yue's body, looking down at him from a height, his eyes were filled with forbearable hazy fire, and the dense water vapor filled his eye sockets.
He called the name of the person under him over and over again, as if he was asking for his consent, "Chi Yue, Chi Yue..."
Chi Yue lay on the ground staring at him blankly, with vermilion lips parted slightly, with a bewildered and ignorant expression, like a fresh and tender spring crabapple, swaying in the breeze waiting to be picked.
He doesn't understand.
He didn't understand what Ning Zhe was doing, and he didn't know how to respond, he just lay there blankly and looked at him.
If it were No. 67, or any other man, they all knew what Ning Zhe wanted and could easily satisfy him.
But Chi Yue doesn't know these things.
After being tortured in the dark dungeon for too long, he has become a little stupid, and he can't even understand Ning Zhe's words.
He only knew that Ning Zhe was sad, and he didn't want to make him sad, but he didn't know what to do.
Ning Zhe stared at him persistently for a while, and found that he really couldn't.
He lowered his head, took the initiative to kiss Chi Yue's eyes, kissed his lips, got in and tickled his tongue.
But Chi Yue didn't respond at all, but hesitantly wrapped around the tip of his tongue and sucked it, then let go immediately, as if afraid that he would get hurt.
Among the animal instincts of the demons, teeth are the most dangerous thing. Chi Yue was afraid that he would hurt the person on his body, so he didn't dare to move when he got in.
Ning Zhe looked at him without blinking, and suddenly felt a little desperate. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't help crying, "You, you move..."
"Unfortunate, I am so uncomfortable... oh, Chi Yue..."
Chi Yue blankly reached out to wipe the tears on his face, but saw that the water in his eyes was flowing more and more, and the flow became more and more turbulent.
He couldn't read the emotion in those eyes, and the sadness engulfed him like a huge wave, making it hard for him to breathe.
Chiyue's eyes also burst into tears, and there was an unpleasant sob in his throat, desperately wiping the tears on Ning Zhe's face.
He has more water than Ning Zhe, and he is good-looking, and it is even more itchy when he cries.
It's a pity that this person is just a piece of wood, he can't do anything, and it tortured Ning Zhe so badly.
Two people embraced and cried, one louder than the other, as if they were more sad than anyone else.
No. 67 saw a black line.
He has already used the Ning Xin Shenmu to appease Ning Zhe's soul, and he should be able to calm down in a short time.
Chi Yue is insane and will not do anything to Ning Zhe.
They're all the same, whoever touches doesn't...it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter...
No. 67 kept comforting himself in his heart, gritted his teeth and resisted, not showing up to separate the two.
Isn't it just a hug, he won't care.
Unexpectedly, just as he was thinking this way, he saw Ning Zhe start to take off Chi Yue's clothes in a blink of an eye.
A string called reason in No. 67's brain snapped instantly.
"Ning Zhe!"
He gave a low drink.
Ning Zhe answered him vaguely, but the movements of his hands were unambiguous.
At any rate, he had been trained by No. 67, so he knew a little bit about these things, and he also knew how to make himself comfortable. Chi Yue couldn't, so he had to do it himself.
Normally, he would never be so presumptuous, but it was a little uncomfortable, and he passed it after he endured it.
But today, I don't know if it was because No. 67 was watching from the sidelines, he suddenly didn't want to bear it anymore.
He endured it, but he didn't care, and scolded him.
Ning Zhe made up his mind, sniffed his nose, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stripped off Chi Yue's shirt, closed his eyes and kissed Chi Yue's face in front of No. 67 .
No. 67 suddenly appeared, with his arm in front of him.
Ning Zhe kissed his icy snowy palm all at once.
The extremely low temperature woke him up for a moment.
He paused, but he didn't retreat, but gently stretched out the tip of his pink and tender tongue, and licked the palm of No. 67 very lightly.
It is as cautious as a small animal eating, as if trying to curry favor with its master.
No. 67's heart trembled, and he quickly withdrew his hand, grabbed him off Chiyue's body, and said sharply, "What are you doing!?"
Ning Zhe blinked his misty eyes and asked softly, "Don't you like it?"
"What do you mean? Why would I like it?"
Number 67 didn't know why he had such an idea.
Ning Zhe looked into his eyes and asked in a natural tone: "Don't you like to look at me humble?"
No. 67's body shook, he couldn't believe it, "You...what are you talking about..."
Ning Zhe curled his lips, feeling aggrieved, "I'll show you, why do you still scold me?"
He struggled a bit, hugged No. 67's neck, raised his head and sent his hot lips to his face, kissing him randomly.
"Number 67, I feel bad..."
No. 67 unceremoniously pulled him off his body, his eyes were stern, and his voice was extremely cold, "You made it clear to me, who likes to see you looking so lowly!?"
Ning Zhe looked up at him, the mist in his eyes had gradually faded away.
He poked the short hair on the forehead of No. 67 dishonestly with his fingers, and with a soft smile on the corner of his mouth, he said indifferently: "You let me be beaten by the general and insulted by Qingluan, isn't it just to make me become a little bit more handsome?" Despicable, do you satisfy your heart's desire?"
"No. 67, you hate me, you don't like me, I know."
"But it doesn't matter." He rolled his eyes, hugged No. 67's neck, and rubbed it. "It's enough that I like you."
No. 67's hands and feet were stiff, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he was speechless for a long time.
He didn't know when Ning Zhe had this thought.
It turned out that he had always thought so, that's why he wanted to run away from him crazily, and that's why he desperately wanted to kill him.
Number 67 fell silent suddenly.
The corners of Ning Zhe's lips curved secretly, and the light in his eyes was dim.
Chi Yue was thrown aside by him, looking at him with wet eyes, as if he didn't understand why he didn't want him in a blink of an eye.
But compared to this, he cared more about the existence of No. 67.
He was full of hostility towards the man who stole his treasure, and wanted to attack him with murderous intent.
However, Ning Zhe turned his eyes coldly and indifferently, making all his movements stop instantly.
Chi Yue stood there in panic, stretching out his hand blankly towards him, afraid that he would throw him down.
The intuition of the demon race is much sharper than that of the human race. He could feel that when that man appeared, the boy was completely different.
Chi Yue couldn't attack No. 67, and he didn't dare to touch Ning Zhe.
He stood there alone, not knowing what to do.
Ning Zhe glanced at him, laughed lowly, and exhaled softly in No. 67's ear, "Chi Yue is very kind to me, and he is also good-looking. I like him too, and I want to have fun with him."
Number 67's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly looked up at him.
Ning Zhe leaned next to his ear, and asked him slowly, "No. 67, do you think it's okay?"
No. 67's arms tightened suddenly, and he hugged him firmly in his arms.
Ning Zhe laughed out loud, the laughter was crisp and pleasant.
No. 67 had a sullen face and said nothing. The fog surged around him, and he disappeared into the cage in a flash.
Chi Yue was stunned for a moment, and rushed forward to grab Ning Zhe, but was brought into the system space together.
With a low growl, he attacked No. 67.
However, the system space is the site of No. 67, and when he thought about it, Chi Yue was firmly imprisoned in place, unable to move.
With red eyes, he kept struggling, watching the man throw his treasure on the couch and press it down.
"Ho, ho... ah... ah!" Let go, let him go...
Ning Zhe lay on the soft sofa bed, glanced at him sideways, then looked up at No. 67, with curved lips, "Do you want to replace him?"
No. 67 kneeled on the cushion beside him, looked down at him, and said nothing.
Ning took off his clothes and reached out to him with a childish expression.
He kept this posture for a long time, and when his arm was a little sore and wanted to retract it, No. 67, who had been stalemate all this time, finally moved.
He leaned down and hugged Ning Zhe, buried his head on his neck, his voice was hoarse as if he was ten years older, "... still feeling uncomfortable?"
He didn't ask Ning Zhe why he thought that way, nor did he give any explanation.
Ning Zhe nodded, "I want it."
No. 67 closed his eyes, said nothing, and stretched his hands down.
Chi Yue watched blankly as his treasure turned into a puddle of water under the hands of that man.
An inexplicable sadness and tyranny enveloped him, making the blood in his eyes even darker.
He struggled to get up, his whole body was cut bloody by invisible shackles, but no one paid any attention to him.
His treasure had no time to look at him, and No. 67 directly sealed his mouth.
After a long time, he finally lost his strength, and stared at Ning Zhe on the ground limply in a daze, weeping blood and tears in his beautiful but lifeless eyes.
Number 67 went to find water.
Ning Zhe walked up to Chi Yue naked, leaned over and gently kissed away his tears.
Chi Yue let out an "ah" and called him.
Ning Zhe touched his face, looked into his clear eyes, and said nothing.
He took advantage of this man.
This man didn't understand anything, and he was desperately trying to save him.
They have only met a few times, why should they treat him so well.
Chi Yue couldn't understand the emotion in his eyes.
He saw his treasure crying, although Ning Zhe didn't cry.
He let out a soft "ah" again, struggled to get up from the ground, and touched him with trembling hands, trying to comfort him and make him not feel sad.
But his hands are too dirty.
He dared not touch him.
Tears rolled down from his eyes again without warning, desperate and sad.
Ning Zhe closed his eyes, gently held his retracted hand, lowered his head, and touched his lips.
Chi Yue opened his eyes wide.
Ning Zhe sucked the beads of his lips, and slowly rubbed them between his teeth.
A tiny current ran through Chiyue's body, and a tingling sensation rose from the soles of his feet, making him gasp lightly. He couldn't help pandering to Ning Zhe, wanting more.
When No. 67 came back with the basin in hand, he saw the two kissing against the corner of the wall, inseparable.
He paused and stood there for a long time.
Ning Zhe noticed that he was back, so he let go of Chi Yue and turned to look at him.
Chi Yue followed Ning Zhe and looked at him.
Two equally beautiful faces were facing him, both of them were soft and innocent, and they didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what they did.
No. 67 closed his eyes, suppressed the unbearable feeling of jealousy and destruction in his heart, and said to Ning Zhe lightly: "Come here and wash up."
Ning Zhe responded, but didn't move, still holding the red axe in his hand, looking at him with naked eyes.
No. 67 and him stared at each other for a moment, finally compromised, and waved his hand to release the restraint on Chi Yue.
Ning Zhe threw number 67 aside again.
He cleaned Chi Yue, bandaged the wound, and took him out.
No. 67 was silent for a moment, "If you don't want to stay here, we can go."
Ning Zhe shook his head and refused, he would soon make that young master regret it, why did he leave?Then what was the suffering he suffered in front of him?
Looking at his quiet and obedient face as always, No. 67 didn't know what to say for a moment.
He just went out once, and when he came back, everything changed.
"Okay, I won't go anymore, you are in danger..."
"The red axe will protect me."
Ning Zhe interrupted him, shook Chiyue's slender and handsome hand, raised his head and asked him, "Is that right?"
Chi Yue didn't understand what he meant, but he had already learned how to respond to him.
He bent down, hugged Ning Zhe's waist, closed his eyes and pecked lightly on his lips, his movements were extremely gentle.
Ning Zhe rolled his eyes and smiled.
In the eyes of No. 67, it is really dazzling.
The phrase "Call me if you are in danger" was also bitten into pieces by him and swallowed back into his stomach.
After bowing his head in silence for a moment, he opened the system space and sent the two of them out.
Fortunately, few people came in the palace, and no one noticed their disappearance.
The next day, the gray sun was about to shine in, and the young lord walked in with the dew on the ground.
He looked at the two snuggling together in the cage with a smile on his face.
"Little emperor, did you spend the night with this deity's avatar okay?"
He really did it on purpose.
Ning Zhe lowered his head and remained silent, with an embarrassing look of humiliation on his face.
The Chi Yue beside him was tense all over, looking at the young lord with bare eyes full of murderous intent, even his hair stood on end.
The Young Master laughed out loud, obviously he was very satisfied with this scene.
"The sacred scripture will be in three days." He stopped laughing suddenly, and looked at the two poor little birds trapped in the cage with his lips curled up. "Kneel at the feet of this deity, and watch how this deity steps on your bones to climb up." Go to the throne of God!"
Chi Yue grabbed the railing and roared angrily at him.
Ning Zhe lowered his eyes, his body trembled slightly, and looked terrified.
The Young Master stared at him with a sneer, and left with a flick of his sleeves.
Chi Yue yelled "ahhh", and slapped the cage vigorously, making his hair explode all over.
During those days when he was locked up, he would see this person every day. He tied him up and put him into the mouth of the beast. He tore his body apart and repaired it again and again. He wanted to kill him!He is bad!Don't let him touch his treasure!
The corners of Chi Yue's eyes were torn, and the wings behind him trembled wildly. The hurricane blew up from the ground, and the wooden windows in the palace were creaked.
Seeing that he was showing signs of madness, Ning Zhe stretched out his hand to gently hug his head, and kissed his forehead.
Chi Yue immediately calmed down, staring at him blankly.
"Don't be afraid." Ning Zhe bent his lips towards him, wiped away the blood beads scratched by sawdust on his face, and said softly to him, "I'll accompany you."
Chi Yue stayed there for a while, rolled his throat slightly, let out a very low whimper, spread out his huge black wings, and gently wrapped Ning Zhe into his body.
The three-day period is coming soon.
Su Xing walked in and opened the cage, shackled Ning Zhe and Chi Yue and took them out of the palace.
The Young Master didn't seem to shy away from him, and even entrusted him with such important matters.
On the contrary, Hongxue, who had been relied on all the time, became an outsider this time, dispensable at the end of the team.
"Master Si, don't worry so much. Su is determined not to betray His Excellency Young Master."
Hongxue sneered, "You know people, you know their faces, but you don't know your heart. Master Su can even betray someone he cares about. Who would believe your words?"
Su Xing was silent for a moment, then pursed his lips and smiled lightly, "That's right, since that's the case, then Mr. Si, please go ahead."
After he finished speaking, he led the two of them into the holy pavilion.
Hongxue stood behind him, looking at his back coldly.
Cang Lan sat in front of the window on the second floor and transmitted the voice to him.
Hongxue looked up, her figure turned into black mist and dissipated on the spot, and in the next moment, she appeared beside Canglan.
As soon as he landed on the ground, he quickly grabbed Cang Lan's throat, and said coldly: "Did you do something good!"
Cang Lan put aside his hand lightly, "What did I do, I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Still pretending to be stupid until now! If you hadn't been a hindrance, how could the Young Master have Su Xing take my place so quickly! Could it be you!"
Cang Lan glanced at him with raised eyebrows, put down the teacup unhurriedly, and sneered, "So what if I did it?"
"you......"
"Why, the seat next to the young lord is so important to you? It's important that you can betray the young lord Chiyue for it?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hongxue was furious, punching him in the face.
Cang Lan turned her head to avoid it, and easily clenched his fist with one hand, "Am I wrong? Otherwise, why are you so excited?"
"I..." Hongxue choked up and stared at him.
Cang Lan looked at him, her blue eyes were clear and clear, as if she had seen through Hong Xue's heart.
Hongxue was silent for a moment, then suddenly withdrew her hands and forced herself to calm down, "I've never thought about it that way, it's just..."
It's just that the Young Master is also kind to him, and he can't just watch him step by step towards the trap.
Canglan didn't speak.
He knows what he means.
The young master Chiyue is actually not their original master.
From the very beginning, their master was the Young Master.
It was the young lord who raised the two of them from low-level demons without sanity to what they are today, and it was the young lord who gave them a second life and brought them to where they are today.
If possible, he didn't want to betray the young lord and support a young lord Chiyue whom he hadn't even met a few times.
But there is no other way, for the sake of Moyu, they can only do this.
The young master is not the main soul, so he is destined to have flaws. His body cannot withstand the power of the ancient ancestors, so it is impossible to be the master of the demon clan, otherwise, he will definitely destroy the demon realm.
Only the young master Chiyue who has awakened the blood of the ancient ancestors is qualified to be the real master of the Demon Realm and restore the Demon Realm to its former appearance.
He understands these principles, and Hongxue naturally understands them too.
They are all in a cage, there is no other way.
"The Holy Pavilion is my power. The seventeenth secret guard has been arranged in the dark room. When Su Xing brings the young man in, they can meet each other."
After a moment of silence, Cang Lan waved her hand and lifted the topic just now.
All the holy sons and daughters who participated in the scriptures were arranged to live in the holy pavilion, and Ning Zhe was no exception.
What the young lord wanted to see was that he was tortured to the point of collapse by the unknown fear. As for the young lord Chiyue, the young lord liked his powerless and helpless appearance very much.
Hearing what he said, Hongxue couldn't help but frowned, "Then Su Xing... is your man?"
Cang Lan shook her head, "It doesn't count."
It should be said that Su Xing took the initiative to approach him for cooperation.
Cang Lan was surprised at first and didn't admit it.
Su Xing didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "The Seventeenth Dark Guard is the young lord's soul, his soul has shaken violently in the past few days, and the young lord has faintly sensed that something is wrong, I can help you cover it up. "
The young lord is not clear about the matter of the secret guard seventeen, otherwise he would never be able to let his soul wander outside.
It's just that I didn't expect Su Xing to be able to guess this matter.
Now that the other party has been so straightforward, if he conceals it again, he will appear too timid and timid.
Cang Lan smiled and said, "Master Su's condition? Preserve Tianbao City?"
Su Xing smiled wryly, shook his head, was silent for a long moment, then sighed, and said helplessly to him: "Please trouble your Excellency... just take care of Xiao Zhe for Su."
"It's that simple?" Hongxue looked skeptical after hearing this.
Cang Lan nodded, "He can even guess our intentions, he is very smart."
Hongxue snorted coldly, "It's a pity that I used the wrong place and did something stupid."
When the young master Chiyue came to the position of the lord, with this credit, it was useless for him to wake up and want anything, even if Tianbao City became the head of the six major cities, it would not be impossible.
But he actually exchanged a precious condition for the life of a lowly succubus, what is it if he is not stupid?
Seeing the sarcastic and disdainful expression on his face, Cang Lan couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.
Not necessarily stupid.
Affectionate but true.
Demons have always been ruthless and unlucky, and small things like betrayal are commonplace. Who would be so bored to take it to heart?This awakening...is really a different kind.
But at this moment, Su Xing was being crushed under Ning Zhe, with a sharp sleeve blade lying across his neck, blood dripping from the wound.
His brows are picturesque, the bottom of his eyes are as moist as water, his pale lips hooked into a warm smile, and he asked Ning Zhe softly: "Xiao Zhe, are you going to kill me?"