I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 178 Ask the deity, the deity will make you happy

"Killing you, can I offset the pain I've suffered?" Ning Zhe asked him angrily, his eyes were red, and his expression looked a little excited.

Su Xing fixedly looked into his eyes, gently caressed his face with warm and slender fingers, pursed his lips and chuckled, "No."

Ning Zhe was stimulated by him, and the dagger between his fingers sank deeper into his neck, and the blood broke through the white skin and flowed down one by one.

"Why you...why it's you!" I clearly believe in you...

Su Xing clearly saw the deep sorrow hidden in the boy's eyes.

He couldn't help thinking, so this kid also cared about him.

Obviously not saying anything, but already silently caring and trusting others.

It's a pity that there is no one here worthy of his trust.

Su Xing lowered his eyes. Facing Ning Zhe's angry questioning, he only moved his lips, and smiled lightly, "If it's not me, who else could it be? Xiao Zhe, I can only blame you It's not good for me to meet anyone, but I happened to meet me."

He raised his eyelids and looked at Ning Zhe, "Let me go, you can't do anything."

Ning Zhe's lips trembled, his fingers trembled violently, and the blade in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He grabbed Su Xing's skirt, slowly slid from him and sat on the ground, crying helplessly, "But Su Xing...I really, really hurt... "

The pain is so painful that all the bones and blood in your body are screaming crazily, and the pain is so painful that you will collapse and cry unbearably when you think about it.

Wake up, wake up, do you know, do you know how much pain I have?

Su Xing squatted down, hugged him into his arms, rested his chin on the top of his head, closed his eyes, and said softly, "I know, Xiao Zhe, I know everything..."

Ning Zhe finally couldn't bear it anymore, hugged him and cried out, the grief in his voice broke his heart.

There is no one here for him to rely on, and no one will listen to him tell his sadness, he can only wake up.Even if Su Xing betrayed him, he was the only one left to hear him cry.

Su Xing is still so gentle, so gentle that it makes people feel sad.

He just hugged Ning Zhe like this, whispering softly, palms together, gently and slowly stroking the slender and fragile back of the child in his arms, as if to heal all his pains.

Chi Yue was tied to the pillar, pursed his lips, and looked at Ning Zhe silently.

He wanted to lick the tears off the boy's face, but he couldn't move.

Iron chains can't lock him, what locks him is Ning Zhe's words.

His treasure does not allow him to move.

He didn't understand why his treasures were always in other people's arms.

Ning Zhe was tired from crying, his voice gradually quieted down, buried in Su Xing's arms, sobbing lightly.

Su Xing hugged him to stand up, wiped away the tears on his face, put on bright red rouge for him, and changed into the bright red dress of the Son of God.

Ning Zhe sat there motionless, allowing him to wake up little by little and turn him into the least familiar appearance.

"Young Master has issued an order to make you the most beautiful person in today's holy scriptures."

Su Xing said, and delicately placed a bright red enchanting flower in between his eyebrows, "It is his pleasure to watch the beautiful flowers fall to the dust. He wants you to die at the most beautiful time just like those fragile flowers."

Ning Zhe didn't seem to have heard his words, quietly looking at the enchanting and strange young man in the mirror, his eyes were dead silent.

Su Xing held his face, fixedly looked into his eyes, and said seriously: "But Xiao Zhe, you are not those flowers, you will not die." I promise.

When the time came, he took Ning Zhe and left the room.

Ning Zhe was led out of the door by his hand, like a marionette without a soul, without any reaction.

His condition doesn't really look good.

At first, No. 67 thought he was acting. After all, Ning Zhecai and Su Xing had only known each other for only a month. With his indifferent heart, how deep can he have a relationship with Su Xing?

This crying scene is most likely for revenge.

Su Xing is a very deep person, and never shows his emotions. When Cai Ning Zhe cried to him, there was a gentle smile on his lips, but No. 67 knew that his heart was probably bleeding from the pain.

Ning Zhe's tears are indeed worthless, but they are the most powerful weapon for his revenge.

What No. 67 didn't understand was that it was enough to wake up once, and there was no need for Ning Zhe to stay in this state.

He frowned and asked him what was wrong.

It took a while for Ning Zhe to speak out, but instead of answering his question, he asked him [Has the money increased? 】

No. 67 glanced at the progress bar and saw that it had indeed increased by two percentage points.

Ning Zhe's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly in his heart [The Seventeenth Dark Guard was in the room just now]

No. 67 was stunned for a moment before he realized that he did this not to avenge his awakening, but to show the secret guard Seventeen.

No. 67 couldn't tell what was going on in her heart.

Ning Zhe works so hard, the progress bar will soon be full, and his task is about to be completed.

He should be happy.

But his heart felt unstoppable for a moment, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Seeing his sudden silence, Ning Zhe asked again [No. 67, did I do something wrong, are you unhappy? 】

The tone was cautious, as if he was afraid that he would get angry again.

No. 67 didn't know what to say, his heart was bloodied by the knife, but his throat was stuffed with cotton and he couldn't speak.

After a long time, he trembled and said [No, you did... very good, I am not unhappy]

Taking advantage of waking up and not paying attention, Ning Zhe secretly smiled at No. 67, the corners of his lips curved slightly, looking very happy.

No. 67 clenched his fists and said nothing.

A noisy scene outside the Holy Pavilion.

This time, many demons came here especially for the name, and gathered under the altar, wanting to see what the succubi that the young lord wanted to save even at the expense of offending the big families looked like, so that the young lord He was so haunted by his dreams that he even brought him back to the palace himself.

The saints and saints in the front walked through one by one under the leadership of the attendants, and each of them was a stunning beauty carefully selected by the major cities.

"There are so many beauties in the city, none of whom the young lord can take a fancy to. That one named Ning Zhe, what kind of stunning beauty should he be?"

"Didn't you say Qin Nu? I heard that he was the servant of Prince Tianqi before."

"So there is still such a relationship? No wonder the young master killed Qingluan directly when he attacked Tianqi. It turned out that he wanted to snatch the little beauty."

Listening to their discussion, another high-ranking demon who looked like a son interjected with a smile, "You don't know, this Ning surname is the emperor's surname in the ancient country of Dayue, and there is only one person named Ning Zhe in the world. Let the young lord attach so much importance to her, who else can you call this beauty?"

All the demons watching the play around him showed stunned expressions when they heard what he said.

"Could it be... this is the deposed Emperor of Dayue?!"

"God, that person is... a descendant of Shenmai..."

The four words were about to be uttered, and there was silence all around, and all the demons kept silent, keeping this secret.

When Ning Zhe walked out of the holy pavilion, many pairs of eyes immediately turned to stare at him.

Ning Zhe paused, subconsciously becoming vigilant.

"so small......"

"Still a child..."

"Is the rumor true? If it is true, it's too..."

A group of demons around them whispered in surprise.

Su Xing turned sideways, blocked those sights for him, and turned to him with a chuckle: "Xiao Zhe is really welcome."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, lowered his head and did not speak.

Far away behind him, Chi Yue let out an urgent "Ah", couldn't help struggling, staring at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, eyes full of pleading, hoping that he would notice him.

Su Xing didn't care, and led Ning Zhe to the altar.

As Ning Zhe was walking, he turned his head and looked at him indifferently.

With just one glance, the red axe was nailed in place.

can't move...

His treasure is not happy.

If he moves again, his treasure will definitely not want him.

Chi Yue let out a low whimper, not daring to make any more moves.

He didn't move even when someone came and kicked him and knocked him down to kneel on the ground.

The young master sat high on the throne, watching his subordinates drag the beautiful young man up from the steps.

He already had injuries on his body. When the black feather broke out behind him, it tore his entire back, and it has not healed until now. After being kicked so roughly by several demons, it is even more bloody. Flow like a note.

Therefore, when he was dragged over, the bright red bloodstains winding all the way behind him were mottled like flowers, bright and eye-catching.

He is obviously a pure-blooded demon, but he has the color of human blood. He is really rebellious by nature, and he was born to oppose him.

The young master moved his fingertips slightly, leaned over and lifted the young man's chin, and rubbed it slowly in his hand, "Chi Yue, is there anything you want to say?"

Chi Yue ignored him.

The wound hurt so badly that he really wanted to reach out and touch it.

But he thought of Ning Zhe's eyes.

Can't move...can't move...or be thrown away.

Compared to the terrible thing of being thrown away, the pain of the wound is nothing.

Seeing that his brows were forbearing, the young lord did not say a word. As if he suddenly remembered something, he deliberately raised his lips and smiled in an insulting tone: "Oh, I forgot, you are dumb and can't speak."

"Then, when you watch Ning Zhe die with your own eyes, you won't be able to speak anymore. You can't even pronounce his name. How pitiful."

The young lord laughed loudly.

When Chi Yue heard the word "Ning Zhe", his pointed ears trembled suddenly, and his blood-colored pupils turned to him.

The young lord hooked his lips and asked someone to take him aside. He leaned lazily on the throne and stared down at the young boy on the altar below.

I have to admit that Chi Yue has a good vision.

Ning Zhe is really beautiful, not on the surface, but the beauty and dignity in his heart.

Even if he just stands there doing nothing, people's eyes can't help but be drawn to him.

However, he is not suitable for wearing red.

This will make people can't help but think of the color of blood, and then generate the sadistic desire to bully him severely.

For example, right now, the Young Master really wants to see him lying in a pool of blood, with the bloody beauty blooming on his body.

Ning Zhe was standing on the altar at the moment, his patrolling eyes fell on the demons watching the excitement below.

Su Xing noticed his movement, turned his head and asked him softly, "What are you looking for?"

He is also the holy son sent by Tianbao City, so he is naturally qualified to stand on the altar.

Ning Zhe turned his head away, took a step back and shook off his hand, without answering him.

Su Xing felt sad, but still explained to him: "Canglan is not here, he is with the dark guard Seventeen."

Ning Zhe suddenly looked up at him, with surprise in his eyes that was too late to hide.

Su Xing also said why he knew, just stroked the top of his hair, and smiled at him gently, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine."

Ning Zhe glanced at him with a frown, opened his hand, lifted the corner of his skirt and walked forward by himself.

Su Xing glanced at the red mark on his hand, lowered his eyes in silence for a moment, and followed.

At this time, the holy pavilion was empty, and all the demons had gone to the altar, only a few guards were still patrolling here.

There was silence all around, and the rustling of wind blowing and tumulus could be heard.

Cang Lan pushed open the door and walked into the room where Ning Zhe was staying just now.

"Come out."

After a while, a man slowly turned out from behind the screen.

He was dressed in black clothes stained dark with blood, unkempt, with a sword mark on his face winding down from the peak of his eyebrows, one eye was gouged out by life, and his face was covered with embarrassing welt marks and scars. His skin was even more bloody and bloody, and it was frightening to see.

He raised his head slowly, looked at Cang Lan with his blood-red gloomy eyes, walked over silently, and left the room with him.

Cang Lan led him to a dark alley not far from the altar.

From here, you can have a panoramic view of everything over there.

The seventeenth leg of the dark guard was still injured, and he was walking with a limp. He leaned against the wall and gasped for several breaths before raising his eyes and cautiously searching for Ning Zhe's figure.

Ning Zhe is very conspicuous, he is the shortest among all the people.

With a small body, he can bear more than anyone else.

The dark guard Seventeen held his breath, leaned on the wall, looked at the figure almost greedily, and pictured his original appearance in his heart little by little.

Cang Lan folded her arms and looked at his shrunken appearance, feeling a little puzzled, "Don't you want to see him, just now I had a chance, and he was right next to you...why didn't you see him?"

Dark Guard Seventeen pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and remained silent.

He didn't intend to meet the emperor.

He is not qualified for that.

It's just that my heart hurts too much and I just want to take a look at him from a distance. As long as I look at him, Shi Qi will be happy and feel alive again.

But the emperor was not happy at all.

He was crying so sad, like a child who had been bullied hard, the Seventeenth Dark Guard had never seen him like that.

Even when he was imprisoned and tortured, he was not as wronged and sad as before.

Dark Guard Seventeen didn't know what that man did to his emperor to make him like that.

The hot tears on the boy's face seemed to fall on him, burning holes in his heart.

He really wanted to go out, hold him in his arms, wipe away the tears on his face little by little, and tell him, don't be afraid, the emperor, there are subordinates for everything.

But he can't.

A humble person like him is not qualified to touch him, let alone protect him.

How could his ugly and disgusting appearance appear in front of him and dirty his eyes?

The dark guard Seventeen slowly knelt on the ground, couldn't help covering his mouth tightly, lowered his head and coughed up blood, suppressing the black blood that couldn't stop spraying out of his throat.

Seeing his painful appearance, Cang Lan didn't understand anything, so she could only sigh softly, and sent a voice to Hong Xue who was not far away.

"He's here, ready to start."

After Hongxue received the news, she turned her head and glanced at him, and whispered something to the demons following her.

Several demons took orders and scattered quietly.

No. 67 noticed the change below, and said to Ning Zhe [They have acted]

[Today the altar is surrounded by tight defenses, and even the palace guards have been mobilized. It seems that the young master not only wants to sacrifice blood to you, but also plans to directly absorb the soul of the red axe]

[Because he has no time to wait any longer, the attack plan of the demon army in the human world is not going well]

No. 67 paused, and his long eyebrows frowned [How do you know? 】

Since the opening of the Demon-Sealing Gate, the demon soldiers have divided into three groups to attack Tianqi, Dayue and other small countries successively. Their ambition is to annex the entire human race.

Prince Tianqi is dead, only the Fifth Mausoleum of His Second Highness is struggling to support him.

But Da Yue Huo Chen died unexpectedly, and Dingbei Wang Ningyan has never been seen. The generals were leaderless, and they were almost beaten to the king's city. Fortunately, there was a high priest sitting in charge, who expelled all the demons from the country, and they could not invade at all.

But except for these two places, the rest of the entire continent has been occupied by the demons.

Refugees fled into Tianqi but were turned away. Only the country of Dayue could not accommodate tens of thousands of refugees. Human corpses could be seen everywhere on the road, bleeding oars, jackdaws screaming, and the world was in chaos.

Lin Feishuang and Wang Busheng came here this time to take Ning Zhe back under the order of the fifth mausoleum, in an attempt to use the soul of the divine vein to sacrifice the unfinished artifact to drive back the demons.

However, since Lin Feishuang's betrayal, No. 67 has been tormenting Lin Feishuang with nightmares, tossing his sanity to the point of collapse.

Now he is full of guilt towards Ning Zhe, even if he is asked to bring Ning Zhe back, he will not put Ning Zhe in danger.

But No. 67 was afraid that Ning Zhe would think too much, so he deliberately didn't tell Ning Zhe these two things, but he didn't know how he knew.

Ning Zhe's face remained unchanged, he looked up and woke up.

Su Xing felt something, looked down at him, and said gently: "What's wrong?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, his small face was rubbed with rouge, and the child with red lips and white teeth seemed to be able to spit out water when pinched.

Seeing his obedient appearance, Su Xing subconsciously wanted to pat his head.

The moment he stretched out his hand, he suddenly remembered Ning Zhe's cold refusal attitude just now, paused for a while in the air, and finally retracted it silently.

"Let's go, the ceremony has begun."

Su Xing took him up with the other holy sons and saints.

This ceremony, to put it nicely, is to pray for the demons to conquer Tianqi.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that it's just to satisfy the young master's evil taste, to let Ning Zhe be humiliated in public alone.

Just as everyone walked up the stairs and stood in the center of the altar, Ning Zhe was suddenly sucked by a huge force and tied to the towering white jade pillar, unable to move.

Ning folded his back against the stone pillar, causing him to whimper in pain.

To be able to control people from such a distance, there is only one person present.

Almost at the moment Ning Zhe was tied to the stone pillar, the noise disappeared in an instant.

The entire altar became deadly silent, the atmosphere was stagnant, and needles could be heard.

The young master smiled slightly, and moved his fingertips slightly, and saw that the water used for sacrifice was gathered by an invisible force and lifted into the air, and poured onto Ning Zhe's body.

The weather in the Demon Realm is always cold, even worse than the nine cold days, and the water is mixed with countless cold and cold demonic energy. After entering the human body, it will riot in the muscles and veins. It is bitterly cold and extremely painful. It can make people feel miserable.

Ning Zhe's body was already lifeless, and it was only revived under the warmth of those spirit groups. The young lord's visit almost cost him half his life.

For a moment, the whole altar could only hear the violent panting of the young man gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.

Ning Zhe knew that the Young Master wanted to see him begging for mercy in pain.

It's okay for him to show him.

He did the same thing in the past, kneeling at the feet of those men without dignity, begging them to let him go.

But sometimes when you act too much, it becomes real.

He choked with No. 67 before that he made himself into such a lowly and humble appearance.

But in fact, even he himself didn't know whether it was because of No. 67 or because he was such a person in the first place.

Perhaps it was because there were too many people watching his jokes this time, which aroused the few bloody spirits in his heart that refused to admit defeat. Ning Zhe gritted his teeth, but he refused to let out a cry.

The Young Master said "Oh" with a playful expression, "I was worried that you wouldn't be able to bear it, so I deliberately showed some kindness. Since you can bear it so much, then I will do as you wish."

After finishing speaking, he controlled the water flow to form a chain, tied Ning Zhe firmly to the stone pillar, and summoned a group of terrifying Gu worms from nowhere, and threw them on Ning Zhe.

"The blood-sucking Gu that I have carefully raised for many years is cheap for you."

Ning Zhe looked weakly at the Gu worms attached to his body, and the thick straw with tiny fangs pierced his skin, sucking blood from his body non-stop.

The massive loss of blood made him paler and paler, and his body colder and colder.

Ning Zhe leaned his head up on the stone pillar, looked at the gray sky with confused eyes, suddenly felt a little tired, and didn't know what he was doing.

The Young Master didn't want him to die so quickly.

Seeing that he was going to faint, he drove those Gu worms away.

He got up and stepped forward, stood in front of Ning Zhe, stretched out his hand to pinch his jaw, and said with a sneer at the corners of his lips, "Please ask the deity, and the deity will give you a pleasure."

He was sure that Ning Zhe would beg him.

Before that, Ning Zhe compromised more than once, kneeling beside him and weeping like a dog.

Unfortunately, this time he was doomed to be disappointed.

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes gently, the bottom of his eyes was quiet and deep, as if he had returned to the past, and turned back to the taciturn boy.

There is no emotion in his eyes, but they are too clear, as if they can reflect all the evils in the world.

The young venerable master was inexplicably irritable when he saw him, and pinched his chin and shook it violently.

"Okay! You would rather give up than give up, you don't beg for mercy, I will see how long you can bear it!"

He returned to the high platform in a rage, and ordered someone to take out a few soul-piercing needles that were quenched with cold blue light. With a sneer, he raised his hand and shot at Ning Zhe quickly.

Underneath Su Xing's complexion changed slightly, and without even thinking about it, he rushed forward to protect Ning Zhe.