stonecrandall Chapter 180 You are not a monster, you are my treasure
Chapter 180 You are not a monster, you are my treasure
"He is no longer the Ning Zhe you knew."
A vague blue figure appeared behind him, and Gu Jing Wubo's indifferent eyes fell on the young man below, his tone of voice seemed to be sighing.
"He has grown up, and he has grown into what you didn't expect."
The high priest didn't say a word, and there was no emotion in his pair of gray and indifferent pupils, like a god who disregarded life.
In this regard, Ning Zhe is very similar to him.
They are all emotionless people.
It's just that Ning Zhe was born with a lack of emotion, while the high priest took the initiative to strip his emotions.
Ning Zhe has been stained by the world, but the high priest is still the cold and ruthless high priest.
"The demon lord returns, the witch clan is in chaos, and Ning Zhe has also got the remains of the witch god, and the next day is the day when the godhead is recast.
Weishenglian, congratulations, the plan you have been planning for more than ten years is finally about to succeed. "
The man in Tsing Yi stared intently at the blood-stained young man, and there was a trace of invisible lingering ripples in his clear eyes.
He seemed to be asking the high priest, and he seemed to be asking himself, his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, "But have you ever thought about this child who has been used by you? Have you ever asked him if he would like to be yours?" Sacrifice, are you willing to sacrifice your young life for Dai Viet?"
The high priest lowered his eyes and left with a flick of his sleeves. His slender figure stepped into the misty clouds and disappeared for a while.
"He has no choice, this is his fate."
From the day of his birth, his life has entered a countdown, and he is destined to die for Dai Yue and Shangshen.
He was born without emotion, that's because the container doesn't need its own heart.
Qin Shen watched him leave, then turned his head and stared at Ning Zhe with foggy eyes.
Ning Zhe below seemed to have sensed something, and looked up suspiciously. His body was covered in scars and blood, but his eyes were still peaceful.
Covered by layers of clouds and mists, he couldn't see Qin Shen, so he frowned and looked away, and went to see the Seventeenth Dark Guard again.
Qin Shen's long black eyelashes drooped slightly, he closed his eyes lightly, and his figure gradually faded away.
No. 67 had a panoramic view of all this, but didn't tell Ning Zhe anything.
There are many things that Ning Zhe should not know now.
This world is indeed different from what he imagined, but as long as he is there, the high priest will never let Ning Zhe hurt.
Ning Zhe has never been a container, he is just himself.
He has no heart and no feelings, but he will learn slowly and change himself for the sake of others.
One day, he will remember everything and return to the person he is familiar with.
Only when No. 67 told himself this way, the little bit of shaking caused by seeing Ning Zhe's injury in his heart would slowly dissipate.
Ning Zhe knew nothing about what happened between these men.
He walked up to Su Xing, squatted down slowly, and stared at his gentle and handsome face.
【No. 67, can I save him? 】
No. 67 didn't say yes, nor refused, but asked him 【Why would you think of saving him, this is not your character】
Ning Zhe can watch Su Xing die, or he can step on Su Xing's heart indifferently, but he doesn't think of saving others.
Ning Zhe shook his head [I don’t know]
He touched his heart with his fingertips, frowned, and asked No. 67 gently [Seeing him die, it hurts here. No. 67, do you know why]
When the Young Lord was torturing him just now, No. 67 activated the pain shield for him, so he didn't feel physical pain.
But here in the heart, he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe, making him want to cry all the time, Ning Zhe had never experienced this feeling.
No. 67 melted a wisp of green smoke, lightly stroked his bewildered face, and sighed 【Because you have feelings, Ning Zhe, Su Xing's death made you sad, so you will hurt and feel sad here】
Ning Zhe was stunned for a long time, and asked in a low voice [Do I also have this kind of thing? 】
No. 67 stroked the top of his hair, but said nothing.
Although Ning Zhe didn't say anything, he was actually very concerned about people calling him a monster and laughing at his lack of emotion.
He thinks he is like other people, but in fact he is out of tune with those people.Ning Zhe has always been lonely, no one understands the darkness and emptiness in his heart.
No. 67 lowered his eyes, and his body turned into a few wisps of invisible blue smoke, which gradually overflowed from Ning Zhe's body, enveloping him, as if he held Ning Zhe in his arms with open arms.
"Ning Zhe, don't be afraid, you are not a monster."
His deep and cold voice rang softly in Ning Zhe's ears, like gurgling water slipping from Ning Zhe's ears and trickling into his heart, making his nose sore, and suddenly he felt extremely wronged.
No one ever said those words to him.
He has been chasing desperately alone in the dark for so long, just wanting someone to tell him, "You are not a monster", but no one has ever told him.
Neither Ning Yan nor Huo Chen, they never knew what he wanted.
But why is this person number 67, the person he hates the most.
Ning Zhe lowered his head, tears poured out of his eyes one by one, but he gritted his teeth and did not cry out.
[No. 67, I hate you...I hate you to death]
No. 67 didn't speak, just patted his head and hugged him for a long time.
Su Xing has lost his soul, and with his current energy, there is no way to revive him, unless Ning Zhe can restore his memory and get back his original things.
But No. 67 didn't tell Ning Zhe that, and only said that the only way to revive him is to wake up after the task is completed.
Ning Zhe wiped his tears and nodded.
No. 67 was beside him, kissing his brow lightly.
His body has turned into a phantom, as long as he doesn't want to, no one here can see him.
The demons below could only see Ning Zhe kneeling beside the dead Su Xing, dropping golden beans silently.
He managed not to shed a single tear under the horrific attack of the Young Master, but at this moment, he cried like a child who lost his most beloved toy.
Just looking at it like this, Ji Yan's heart was already clenched together.
At the beginning, when he mistakenly believed in the sacrifice, regarded Ning Zhe as the Son of Destiny, and sent him to the Young Lord, he should have thought that he would end up like this.
Regardless of the child's wishes, he forcibly pushed him into the whirlpool, but he was unable to protect him.
He had done it all wrong in the beginning.
In the future, even if Moyu can restore its previous appearance, it will be based on the blood and tears of this child.
Cang Lan saw that his expression was a little dazed and pale, and couldn't help but said: "The matter has come to this point, it's too late to say anything now, why don't you think about how to defeat the young lord and protect that young man's life."
He also promised that Su Xing would save Ning Zhe's life, but unfortunately, only this young man can stimulate the young master Chiyue to awaken his strength.
When Master Shaocai released the soul-piercing needle just now, Cang Lan could save Ning Zhe, but not.
Su Xing probably also expected that he would not make a move, so he rushed forward to block those attacks with all his might.
He has already broken his promise once, and he cannot break his promise a second time.
Cang Lan regained her composure, and said to Ji Liang, "Hongxue should be close to the young master by now."
Ji Liang closed her eyes, forced to put away the chaotic thoughts in her heart, and glanced at him sideways, "Isn't he still angry with you just now, are you so sure that he will act according to the plan?"
Cang Lan couldn't help but chuckle when she heard the words, her blue eyes showed a little tenderness, "Axue won't be so emotional."
Ji Liang couldn't understand him, "Since you trust him so much, why do you think he will betray you?"
Cang Lan was startled when she heard the words, as if recalling some long and distant memory, she shook her head and didn't want to say more.
Ji Liang didn't ask any more questions, but turned to pay attention to the situation over there.
The Young Master was entangled by the secret guard Seventeen, and he had no time to torture Ning Zhe anymore. The child is now dying of grief and waking up, crying very sadly, but it is still safe for the time being.
It's just that the seventeenth guard on the high platform couldn't hold on anymore.
The young master is very powerful, and there are few low-handed players in the Demon Realm. Even Ji Yi can't go through ten moves under his hands, let alone the mortal body of the seventeenth dark guard.
If it wasn't for him being the soul of the young lord and awakening the power of the demon blood, he might have been beaten to pieces by the young lord by now.
Although he hadn't reached that point yet, his body obviously couldn't hold it anymore.
From such a distance, Ji Liang could even see a large number of blood beads splashing out in his blood vessels crazily due to the unbearable impact.
The body of the human race is too fragile to withstand the huge power of the demon race. Coupled with the young master's non-stop strong attacks, if this continues, sooner or later, he will be torn apart by this brute force and explode to death.
Ji Liang's eyebrows and eyes were slightly lowered, and he and Cang Lan looked at each other, and the two of them appeared behind the dark guard Seventeen who was beaten back steadily in a blink of an eye, and put a palm on his back to help him stabilize his body shape, the other palm both attacked the Young Master.
The young master was forced to take a few steps back by the sudden and powerful attack, before he stabilized his figure.
Since the young master suffered the heavenly tribulation and tempered his body a hundred years ago, he has been fighting against the demons until now, and there are very few people who can force him to this kind of field.
When he raised his eyes to see the faces of the two people clearly, a playful smile could not help but appear on the evil and handsome eyebrows.
"General Cang, Commander Ji...it turns out to be the two of you."
Cang Lan and the two looked at each other, and blocked the Seventeenth Guard behind them, neither of them said a word.
The young lord didn't care about their rudeness, and the corners of his lips curled up into a chuckle, "After a few decades, Commander Ji will be fine. I haven't heard from you for a long time. It's been a long time in the small tribe all these years. Still used to it?"
Ji Liang clasped his fists at him, "Thanks to the young lord, my subordinates have lived in peace these years."
"......peaceful?"
The young master raised his eyebrows and laughed out loud, "The commander of the forbidden army of the majestic king, the number one general in the Demon Realm in the past, how could he be willing to degenerate to this point?"
Cang Lan couldn't help but look sideways, and glanced at Ji Liang, who didn't expect his identity to be this.
300 years after the fall of the gods, the demons have no one to protect them, and they have been enslaved by the witches.
Heroes come out in troubled times, and at that time, a young demon clan stood up, established an army, led the demon clan to establish a demon realm, repelled the witch clan, and closed the demon realm, allowing tens of thousands of demon clan to survive.
That demon was later respected by the demons as General War Demon, and was admired by all, but he didn't expect to be this ordinary young man in front of him?
No wonder he has no impression of this person, and he doesn't know what happened in these years, which made him so different from the murderous general before.
Cang Lan was in a state of shock, behind her was the seventeenth guard who roared and hissed, his eyes were bloodshot, struggling desperately to fight the young lord.
Cang Lan glanced at him, this man's eyes were blood red and his face was ferocious, he only yelled loudly at the Young Venerable Master, his meridians all over his body were broken and he didn't know the pain, he had gone mad and lost his mind long ago.
Seeing that he still wanted to charge forward, Ji Liang frowned slightly, picked up his collar and kicked him down towards Ning Zhe.
He can't control this wild beast, and he doesn't believe that Ning Zhe can't control it either.
Ji Yan saw a lot of how humble this man was to the bone in front of Ning Zhe.
He glanced down and saw that kid Ning Zhe trot over and opened his arms to catch the guard Seventeen, so he felt relieved.
After getting rid of the Seventeenth Dark Guard, Ji Liang glanced at the young man who was locked up in the distance.
The guards around the throne have been dealt with by that little phoenix named Hongxue.
The young man in the cage next to the throne spread out his huge black wings due to the severe pain, wrapping himself tightly inside.
Ji Liang saw Hongxue walk up to the little golden cage, and took out a snow lotus-like flower from the storage box, which should be what they called the relic of the ancient ancestor.
It is rumored that after the fall of the God, no bones were left behind, but he turned into thousands of divine lotuses to continue to bless the world.
Ji Liang had never seen that Shendao lotus, but he had an inexplicable feeling that the ancient ancestor's relic in the little phoenix's hand was this thing.
Seeing that snow lotus slowly floated in front of the young Heiyu as if it had a life of its own, and was absorbed into Heiyu.
When the young lord saw this scene in a blink of an eye, his eyes cracked instantly, and his anger reached the extreme, "Ahhh! Chiyue! How dare you!!"
He lost his mind, and regardless of the innocent demons beside him, he raised his hand and drew a purple thunderbolt with the thickness of a bowl to strike down fiercely!
Cang Lan's heart skipped a beat: "Axue! Come back!"
But the attack of the young master is so easy to dodge.
Hongxue's eyes widened, and she only had time to put down a protective cover for the red ax beside her, but she had no time to dodge, and was struck by the mighty purple thunder.
A painful scream sounded, and Hongxue's body was instantly wiped out, not even bones left.
"Axue! No!" Cang Lan was stunned, and suddenly roared with guts, unable to believe what she saw in front of her eyes.
Young Lord's attack came in an instant, Ji Liang didn't give him a chance to be dazed, and immediately pulled him to dodge.
"What a daze! Do you want to die with him too!"
Ji Li yelled to wake up his sanity, and tried his best to parry the huge oncoming attack.
The young master's eyes were red, and his thin lips curled into a sneer, "My snow lotus, that belongs to me, how dare you! How dare you?!"
Ji Li sighed, "Your Honorable Master keeps the things of the Protoss, but he doesn't recognize the Protoss. He sees things and thinks about others, but he doesn't get what he asks for. Instead, he makes himself sad. Why bother?"
"What does it have to do with you! That's the business of the deity, and the deity can do whatever he wants!"
The Young Master was furious, shouted with a cold expression, swept the two of them to the ground with one palm, and quickly turned around to go to Chiyue's side.
Cang Lan suddenly woke up.
The young master Chiyue is merging the relics, and he must not be told to go back, it wasted Axue's life in vain!
Cang Lan struggled out of her grief, desperately stepped forward to stop the Young Master, and Ji Liang followed closely behind.
There was chaos in the holy scriptures, and some guards of the royal city came to suppress the rebellion, but were quickly suppressed by the forbidden army brought by Ji Yi from the palace earlier.
All the demons who could escape under the altar have already escaped, and there are some ambitious speculators left behind, and most of them are ordinary demons who have no time to escape.
The saint sons and daughters did not dare to escape, and they all gathered together and hid under the tall white jade pillars, trembling.
As soon as Ning Zhe picked up the secret guard Seventeen and carried him back, he found that his den had been taken over.
There are also several saintesses who are healing Su Xing and trying to revive him.
Seeing Ning Zhe walking over with an adult on his back, no one spoke for a while.
Ning Zhe didn't have the self-consciousness of being in love with them, he just said softly "Su Xing is dead" and nothing else happened.
He put down the seventeenth guard and stared at his ferocious face for a long time.
With red eyes, Shi Qi let out a low growl at him, revealing sharp fangs and claws.
He has lost his mind, and even his soul is controlled by the bloodthirsty desire of the demons, so he can't tell who the young man in front of him is.
He obviously went crazy to save him, but now he can't recognize him anymore.
Ning Zhe stared at him for a while, hesitating how to deal with him.
He was going to help Chi Yue, but if he left the Seventeenth Secret Guard here, what if he went mad again and wanted to fight the Young Master?
...If you don't get knocked out, forget it.
Ning Zhe stared at the face of the secret guard Seventeen, eager to try.
Seeing him looking at the crazy man in front of him without saying a word, a saint next to him thought he was too sad, so she couldn't help but came over and patted him on the shoulder, comforting: "Don't worry, everything will be fine .”
Before Ning Zhe could speak, the Seventeenth Dark Guard suddenly roared, and immediately rushed towards the saint, so vicious that he wanted to bite her throat.
The saint exclaimed and stepped back a few steps, letting go of Ning Zhe's shoulders.
The dark guard Seventeen squatted beside Ning Zhe, baring his teeth and roaring at her, as ferocious as a beast guarding its own food.
He had a murderous look all over his body, and his appearance was really terrifying. The saint was frightened by him and dared not approach him.
The snoring in the throat of the dark guard Seventeen gradually subsided, and he turned his head to stare at Ning Zhe with a blood-red eye, and stuck out his tongue to lick the shoulder that was touched by the saint.
Ning Zhe was licked all over his body with saliva, which still smelled of blood.
He remembered that the seventeenth guard in the past was very concerned about appearance, and every time Ning Zhe ran back without shoes, he would catch him to take a shower before going to bed. Why did he become like this after being stupid?
Seeing that the seventeenth guard had finished licking his shoulders and neck, and wanted to lick his face, Ning Zhe quickly pushed his head away to avoid it.
Dark Guard Seventeen roared unhappily, grunted a few times from his throat, pressed his shoulders and pushed him to the ground, aiming his sharp teeth at his throat.
No matter how weak his body was, he was someone who could once compete with the young lord, but Ning Zhe was caught off guard and was really crushed by him.
The Seventeenth Dark Guard stared at him irritably.
The bloodthirsty desire in his heart was desperately clamoring for him to eat this person immediately, but there seemed to be some voice preventing him from doing so.
The chaos in the mind of the dark guard Seventeen was like a knife twisting, which made him growl uncontrollably. His nails impatiently drew deep marks on the hard ground, and the bloody smell on his body became heavier and heavier.
But no matter how crazy he is now, the strength of the hand holding Ning Zhe is always gentle, as if subconsciously he doesn't want to hurt him.
"Woo... ho... hoo..."
Dark Guard Seventeen groaned at Ning Zhe, staring at him with bloody eyes, not knowing what to say.
Ning Zhe turned his head to look at Ji Liang who was seriously injured by the young master not far away, and frowned slightly.
Seeing that he ignored him, the dark guard Seventeen couldn't help being a little angry, but he didn't dare to get angry, so he could only lower his head and use his tongue to leave a long water mark on his face, marking his food.
He no longer intends to eat this soft and sweet looking food, he wants to hoard it and treasure it carefully.
Mark him, lick his scent, and he's yours.
The instinct deep in his blood told the secret guard Seventeen so that he would lick Ning Zhe's face over and over again.
Ning Zhe was forced to take a saliva bath.
How did he know that the man on the other side had the audacity to turn over and treat him as food.
Ji Liang couldn't hold on any longer, he had to help him, as for the Seventeenth Dark Guard, since he still had the strength to lick him here, he probably wouldn't die for a while.
After Ning Zhe thought about it, he pushed hard to push the secret guard Seventeen away.
Unexpectedly, in the past, the delicate and frail man who was easy to push down was so hard now, Ning Zhe did not push him away with all his strength.
No. 67 knew he shouldn't laugh at this time, but he still couldn't help it.
Ning Zhe stared at Dark Guard Seventeen, his eyes were red.
Dark Guard Seventeen didn't understand what was wrong with him, but Ning Zhe was finally willing to look at him, which made him very happy.
He lowered his head and tried to lick the cute eyes of the little food.
There are many small wounds under Ning Zhe's eyes. The Young Master doesn't like his eyes. When those attacks passed by just now, they caused many wounds on his eyes.
When the rough tongue coating of the dark guard seventeen brushed against the delicate skin, Ning Zhe was so stimulated that his whole body trembled for a moment, and his toes curled up.
The pain shield is still there, he won't feel pain, but there is a strange feeling, which makes him seem to be a little emotional.
Ning Zhe couldn't help crying and humming a few times, and a few small whimpers came out of his mouth.
The seventeenth guard paused and looked at him suspiciously.
When he saw Ning Zhe's little face that was pinched together in distress, the dark guard Seventeen suddenly became flustered, lay on Ning Zhe's body and yelled at him non-stop, with an anxious expression, as if he was asking about his little What happened to the food.
Ning Zhe ignored him, bit his lip and endured it for a while before he could barely suppress the impulse in his body, but his face was still a little pale.
The delicate lips were bitten by him with deep teeth marks, which looked very dazzling on those small and delicate lips.
The secret guard Seventeen froze for a moment, then stuck out his tongue out of nowhere, wanting to lick his lips, to lick off those teeth marks.
No. 67, who was still joking about Ning Zhe, suddenly changed his face, and immediately transformed into an invisible hand. Regardless of whether there was any injury on the body of the guard, he grabbed the collar of the guard and slammed it out. , Throw it far away.
It's not enough to throw someone away, but you have to ask Ning Zhe anxiously, "Did he lick your mouth!?"
Ning Zhe was stunned, and couldn't help crying again, "I was so uncomfortable just now, but you didn't care about me, you know you care about this... woo..."
No. 67 was wronged, and quickly hugged him into his arms to coax him up, silently using energy to soothe his body's lust.