stonecrandall Chapter 181 You can just lick it, but you still want to bite me?
Chapter 181 You can just lick it, but you still want to bite me?
When No. 67 comforted Ning Zhe, Ning Zhe was still buried on his shoulders, his body twitched and trembled uncontrollably, and tears gushed out of his eyes like money.
"Don't touch there... woo, take it easy... it hurts woo woo..."
No. 67 kept wiping his tears with his hands, feeling that the child in his arms had too much water.
There were demons watching beside him, and he couldn't really take off his clothes to help him solve it, he could only appease his emotional soul over and over again.
After a long time, Ning Zhe's crying gradually subsided.
"Are you still suffering?"
Ning Zhe shrugged the tip of his red nose, said "hmm" with a nasal sound, and hummed softly like a baby, "It's still uncomfortable..."
"Little crying bag."
No. 67 spoke harshly and scratched his little nose.
How did he know that Ning Zhe would cry with his mouth open only with him, not for acting, not because of pain, nor begging for mercy, but simply wanting to cry.
Because only No. 67 would really feel sorry for him, would wipe his tears, and try different ways to make him happy.
After getting two bunches of candied haws and an opportunity to watch TV, Ning Zhe was barely satisfied, sobbed and stopped crying, and whispered to No. 67 with red ears [I, I was not licked]
Number 67 knew that he probably misunderstood again.
Sighing inwardly, he touched his face, deliberately lowered his voice to make his tone more gentle, and said [I don't think you're dirty, you're fine, don't think too much, okay]
When Ning Zhe heard the words, the long eyelashes with teardrops trembled, and he looked up at him, as if confirming the authenticity of his words.
No. 67 opened his arms and let him see.
He is no longer invisible, and the demons next to him can also see him, but there is still a cloud of smoke around him, so he can't see clearly.
Ning Zhe stared at his face for a while, then lowered his head again, pursed his lips and gave a soft "um", not sure if he believed it or not.
No. 67 pecked the tip of his red nose, picked him up, and summoned several spirit groups to heal him.
He protected Ning Zhe in advance. The young master's attack seemed fierce, but most of the impact was absorbed by No. 67, and a small part hit Ning Zhe.
But because the pain shielding auxiliary system was turned on, Ning Zhe didn't actually feel much pain.
But the child had suffered a lot before this, and his body was almost unable to hold on.
Seeing the spirit group chattering and repairing Ning Zhe's wound, No. 67 squeezed his fleshy little hand, "Is it still uncomfortable?"
Ning Zhe curled up in his arms, shook his head obediently, and looked up at him again, his big black eyes seemed to be talking.
"What are you doing? Want to see Chi Yue?"
Ning Zhe nodded.
"He is awakening the blood of his ancestors. You will drive him crazy if you get close to him. Don't go there yet."
No. 67 squeezed his face, looked at the energy he had accumulated in the past two days, and said to him, "Aren't you going to stop the Young Master first? Let's go there."
He didn't wait for Ning Zhe's consent after he finished speaking, and waved the awakened corpse into the system space.
The other hand supported Ning's two soft buttocks, allowing him to sit firmly on his arm, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
......
Cang Lan has already been beaten by the young lord and has no power to fight back.
The young lord could obviously give him a good time, but he wanted to torture him repeatedly, using some cruel but not lethal tricks to deal with him.
Ji Ye is not much better either.
His body was covered in scars, one arm had been severed shoulder-to-shoulder, and blue blood gushed out like a fountain.
Cang Lan is not a weak person, otherwise she wouldn't have been a general under the Young Master for so long.
When Ji Li was young, he was the pride of a generation, and he had few opponents in the Demon Realm. Although he became a lot slower in his age, it was not so easy to defeat.
If the opponent is not the young master, with the strength of the two of them, they can match most of the strong men in this demon realm.
However, the other party was the young master, a rare genius in the Demon Realm for hundreds of years, who had wiped out the entire royal family just after reaching adulthood, and replaced him with a lunatic whose strength was comparable to the heaven-defying existence of the Demon Ancestor.
The two were beaten until they vomited blood, and they were powerless to fight back.
If it wasn't for the young lord deliberately keeping them humiliated, they would have been wiped out like Hongxue.
When No. 67 walked over slowly with Ning Zhe in his arms, he happened to see the tragic scene where Ji Liang was pierced through the heart by a sword and flew backwards, falling to the ground with blood flowing.
Not only was No. 67 not in a hurry when he saw this, but he also took Ning Zhe to his side slowly, and said indifferently, "Hey, isn't this the Patriarch Ji? Why is he so sullen? What are you doing lying on the ground? Isn't it cool?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Ning Zhe knew that he was imprisoning Ji Liang before taking revenge.
No. 67 was probably used to being a high-ranking person, with a noble and arrogant air, and a very poisonous mouth. At that time, he was humiliated by Ji Yi like that, so it was strange that he could bear it.
Ning Zhe thought for a while, then put his arm around his neck and made no sound.
He silently waited for No. 67 to lift Ji Liang out and pick him up inside and out to relieve his anger, then he rubbed his neck and asked him to let him go down.
No. 67 leaned over and kissed his face, "Good boy, the floor is dirty, don't run around."
The ground of the altar is made of glazed gold inlaid with jade, smooth and tidy without a trace of dust, where is the dirt coming from?
Cang Lan was still being tortured by the young lord, apart from him and Ning Zhe, there were only Ji Liang and the pool of blood under him on the altar.
It is self-evident what this dirty thing refers to.
Ji Liang clutched his chest, couldn't help vomiting blood again, stretched out his hand towards Ning Zhe, and called him weakly: "Xiao Zhe..."
Ning Zhe has no ill feeling towards Ji Liang.
The man was nice to him, and he didn't mind being nicer to him.
The general had taught him before, to learn how to repay kindness.
Ning Zhe glanced at No. 67, blinking his big eyes, pitifully.
No. 67 felt soft when he saw it, and couldn't resist him, so he could only let go and let him pass.
Ning Zhe squatted in front of Ji Liang, helped him up, and silently wiped the blood from his wrist on his wound.
Ji Rong looked at the child's own blood but didn't care about it. Instead, he lowered his head and carefully fiddled with his own body, and his heart hurt him so much.
"Xiao Zhe." Ji Liang sat on the ground propped up and called him.
Ning Zhe stopped, raised his eyes to look at him, and tilted his head in doubt, "Huh?"
Ji Liang met his clear eyes, moved his eyes uncomfortably, and moved his lips.
He has countless things he wants to say to Ning Zhe.
She wanted to ask him what the young master had done to him, and wanted to ask him if he hated himself for forcing him to this point.
But when it came to his mouth, thousands of words turned into a trembling sentence: "Does it hurt?"
Ning Zhe frowned slightly, shook his head, and replied obediently, "It doesn't hurt."
This time there was No. 67, except for a little pain at the beginning, I didn't feel anything later.
He really didn't feel any pain, but Ji Yan thought he was holding back the pain but didn't say anything, and his heart ached even more.
He was just about to reach out to touch the child, but No. 67 discovered his intention first, and immediately stretched out his hand to pinch Ning Zhe's underarm to lift him up, and pulled him into his arms.
As a result, Ji Li didn't even touch the corner of Ning Zhe's clothes.
"As long as there is an inner alchemy, the demons can't die if they want, so you'll be worrying about it." No. 67 said to Ning Zhe with a calm face, his voice was rare and serious.
The child's wound had just healed. In order to save the man, he squeezed the wound open to get blood out. He felt pain in his heart just looking at it.
No. 67 held his wrist, lowered his head and gently kissed away those blood beads.
Ning Zhe stared blankly at his movements.
When the tip of his tongue touched the wound on his wrist, it was like touching the tip of his heart, causing his body to tremble slightly, and an indescribable feeling surged in his body, as if he was in a cloud, unable to exert his strength.
When Lip No. 67 left, the wound on Ning Zhe's wrist had already healed.
Delicate and fair skin, with a touch of pink, looked very attractive. No. 67 couldn't help lowering his head, and gently touched his hand with his lips.
For some reason, Ning Zhe suddenly withdrew his hand "swish" to prevent him from touching it, and the reaction was great.
No. 67 raised his head, and saw him clutching his wrist, with a frightened and bewildered expression on his face.
He could probably guess what Ning Zhe was thinking, so he explained, "I'm not trying to bite you."
You, you can just lick me...you still want to bite me! ?
Ning Zhe's two black grape eyes widened even further, staring at him without blinking, eyes full of defense and vigilance.
No. 67 was wrong, seeing him resisting so much, he didn't say anything, and silently hugged him tightly to prevent him from moving and falling.
He glanced sideways at Chi Yue.
The momentum over there is getting bigger and bigger, dark clouds and thunderstorms are gathering, lightning is roaring, and strong winds are blowing.
Unable to bear the pressure, the little golden cage burst apart inch by inch, and the huge black feather wrapped in the red ax slowly rose into the air.
The red brilliance of the blood moon and the pale sunlight shone on him at the same time, forming a huge lotus-shaped phantom under him.
The blood-colored petals gathered lightly, as if wrapping him in them.
Not far away, the young lord saw this scene, suddenly shouted violently, shook Canglan violently with his sleeves, and walked towards the red axe with a gloomy expression.
Cang Lan fell to the ground and vomited blood, unable to stop him.
The young master walked up to Chiyue with a cold expression, raised his hand and hit him with powerful attacks one after another, but they were all bounced away by the illusory lotus shadow around Chiyue.
He was furious, attacking non-stop, shaking mountains for a while.
"Chi Yue! Come out, get out of it for this deity!!"
"Kill you, kill you! How dare you touch the lotus of this deity, this deity will cut you into pieces!"
Under his intensive and fierce attacks, the barrier erected by the Shinto lotus gradually cracked, showing signs of being broken.
No. 67 squinted his eyes, and couldn't help but feel murderous towards this person.
The moment his thoughts moved, the breath on his body also changed.
Ning Zhe's hair stood on end in an instant, and the arms around his neck were a little stiff.
No. 67 realized it later, immediately held his breath, and stroked his frizzy hair, "Sorry."
Ning Zhe was a little comfortable being bald by him, his eyes were dizzy, and he let out a comfortable low moan from his throat, and rubbed his palm actively.
No. 67 casually pointed to the mad Young Master over there, and asked him, "Has this son of a bitch bullied you before?"
He still remembered that when he came back before, the child looked dejected and dead, as if the whole person had lost all vitality.
Hearing what he said, Ning Zhe immediately thought of the time when the Young Master violated him.
The cold and disgusting feeling seemed to be still in his body, making him sick.
In the eyes of No. 67, the young man's face turned pale in an instant, his originally bright eyes suddenly lost consciousness, his body trembled slightly, and he murmured.
No. 67 approached, only to hear him shouting helplessly: "Don't...don't..."
There are only two situations where Ning Zhe would yell this sentence, one is when he is in so much pain that he can't stand it, and the other is when he is crushed by someone and feels helpless.
He had heard these two words number 67 many times, and he could tell even the slightest difference.
He finally knew why Ning Zhe resisted him so much those few days.
He was wronged, a big wronged.
It was the people closest to him who pushed him to that point.
Number 67's heart suddenly shrank, as if being tightly squeezed by a pair of big hands was extremely painful.
He reached out and hugged Ning Zhe tightly, stroked his back, and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm back."
It was with great difficulty that he calmed down Ning Zhe, but he didn't expect that the Young Master over there would not be able to break through the barrier, so he suddenly roared loudly at this moment.
Now all his efforts were in vain.
Ning Zhe was so frightened that he immediately hugged his neck tightly, buried his head in his arms and refused to show it, his body trembled violently, and his throat kept whimpering in fear.
No. 67's breath was suddenly cold, and a pair of sharp eyes burst into frost and snow, staring coldly at the young master's back, and a sneer that was extremely cold was slowly drawn from the corners of his lips.
"Ning Zhe, come on, look up, brother will teach you the survival rules of a killer."
Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, supported lightly by his palm, and looked up at him blankly.
No. 67 withdrew the blue mist covering his body, slightly curled his lips at him, and smiled slightly, "From now on, when you encounter something you are afraid of, don't close your eyes, and don't avoid it."
He said, with his palm facing the Young Master's back, he suddenly stretched out his long, slender fingers as white as porcelain, and made a light grabbing movement towards the Young Master.
So at the next moment, Ning Zhe watched helplessly as the Young Master, whom Ji Liang and Cang Lan could not beat together, and who he had always been afraid of and dared not do easily, suddenly retreated sharply, and was just like that by No. 67. Void grabbed it in his hand.
Ning Zhe rolled his eyes.
No. 67 turned his head and curled his lips casually at him, "The best way is to get rid of him, so that he will never appear in front of you."
Ning opened his mouth and found that he couldn't refute.
No. 67 leaned against his forehead, pursed his lips and smiled lightly, "Didn't you always say that you are the top assassin in the Zongheng Pavilion? If you are afraid, then kill him yourself."
The young lord's dazed expression changed, and he finally came to his senses, his face was extremely gloomy and ruthless in an instant, "Presumptuous! Who are you!?"
What he didn't ask was why he couldn't move! ?
No. 67 didn't bother to pay attention to this idiot, and tapped some space power with his fingers, pinning him firmly in place.
The Young Master struggled hard, his face turned red with anger, and he stared at him extremely sharply.
Ning Zhe watched from the side, thinking that if eyes could kill, I am afraid that No. 67 would be smashed to pieces by now.
It's a pity that there have been many storms and waves on the 67th, so how could they take a little demon from a lower plane in their eyes.
When he was in the ancient tower, he didn't have enough energy to knock him down. Now that he can take revenge, how can he let him go so easily.
No. 67 held the young master's collar indifferently, and roughly tied him to the stone pillar where Ning Zhe had just been. Nail him firmly to the stone pillar.
Blood flowed down the Young Master's body like a waterfall, his face was distorted in pain, and the hatred in his eyes was overwhelming.
No. 67 was reluctantly satisfied, and waved to Ning Zhe from a distance.
"come over."
Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the Young Master.
When he met his cold gaze, his body froze for a moment.
The fear this man brought to him was so deep that he couldn't help but recall the painful appearance of being humiliated but helpless under him.
He was afraid.
No. 67's heart became even colder, and he grabbed the Young Master's fingers so hard that they pierced through the flesh and blood, almost digging into the bones of this person.
But he still had a gentle smile on his face, and said to Ning Zhe lightly: "Don't be afraid, come here, come here, this is yours."
As he spoke, he unexpectedly took out a red and delicious candied haws from nowhere, shook it at Ning Zhe, and even took a bite himself.
Ning Zhe couldn't help swallowing, his eyes followed the string of candied haws.
Number 67 is too cunning.
He was crying so much just now, and No. 67 didn't give him food, saying that someone was watching and told him to pay attention to his appearance.
But now he is eating so happily himself.
Ning Zhe pursed his lips unhappily, and couldn't help but move forward slightly.
With the first step, there is a second step.
Ning Zhe suddenly started trotting, and rushed towards No. 67's arms, bringing up a whirring wind.
Ji Yan watched the child who was still shivering as if he had suddenly regained his vitality, and was just so happy to be seduced by a candied haws.
...I knew he would have bought it too!
Moyu also has candied haws!
Ji Ye beat the ground in remorse.
Ning Zhe licked the candied haws contentedly, and narrowed his eyes happily.
No. 67 asked him, "Are you still afraid?"
Ning Zhe was only thinking about his feet, trying to stick out his tongue to lick the candied haws in his hand, but he couldn't hear what he was asking.
No. 67 raised his hand up, making it impossible for him to reach it, then squinted his eyes and smiled and asked, "Are you still afraid of him?"
Ning Zhe jumped up anxiously, his eyes were red.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"
No. 67 laughed, hugged him into his arms, handed him candied haws, and kissed him on the forehead like a reward.
Ning Zhe still remembered how he teased him just now.
Pushing him away, he ran towards Chi Yue.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at the Young Master.
No. 67 raised his lips and glanced at the livid-faced man on the stone pillar beside him.
The young master never thought that he would be less attractive than a bunch of small candied haws, he gritted his teeth with hatred, "I'd rather kill you bitch! You want to die!"
67 raised his hand, and a few soul-piercing needles pierced into his body.
He tightly pinched the Young Master's chin, so hard that he could almost break his bones, lowered his head and sneered: "Master, you should keep your mouth clean, otherwise this mouth will be cut off."
The young master narrowed his bewitching eyes slightly, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his handsome face.
"Since this is the case, my deity also advises you, don't be too arrogant in everything, otherwise you will shoot yourself in the foot."
Before No. 67 could react, she suddenly broke free from the restraints and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
His heart skipped a beat, and in the next moment, the Young Master suddenly appeared beside Ning Zhe.
"Get out of the way!"
He roared.
That's too late.
Ning Zhe was squatting beside Chi Yue carefully watching him change little by little.
When the young lord appeared, he only had time to push the red ax away, but he himself was caught by the throat.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
The young master sneered, and pinched the young man's fragile neck with five fingers, "I don't know who was lying under the body like a dog that day, crying and begging the body to let him go!"
"What kind of god's remnant pulse! What qualifications do you have to defile that person!"
"You are a monster, a monster who is neither human nor ghost!"
Ning Zhe's eyes were lost at first, but when he heard this sentence, fire suddenly burst into his eyes, he struggled to raise his head, and stared firmly into his eyes.
"I... am not a monster..."
67 told him, he's not a monster...he's not!
The cold and invisible pale flames suddenly spread from his eyes, covering the Young Master's soul in a flash and blazing.
The Young Master immediately let go of the pain.
Ning fell to the ground and gasped for breath.
"Damn trash, what did you do to this deity!" His face was ferocious, and the pain of being burned by the blue flames made him go berserk.
Ning Zhe pursed his lips tightly, staring at him quietly, without saying a word.
He remembered all the pain this man had caused him.
He will also tell him to remember the pain that is worse than death for a lifetime.
"I killed you!"
The Young Master's face was stern, and he violently attacked him.
Ning Zhe dodges quickly, draws out his sleeve blade and fights close to him.
His talent in cold weapons is excellent, unmatched in the entire Zongheng Pavilion, and he is petite and agile, and he was even able to fight against the powerful Young Master for a while.
Cang Lan happened to see this scene when she brought the secret guard Seventeen over in a hurry.
He knew that the little emperor was notorious in Dayue, but he did not expect that he could be so powerful.
Is the child in front of him who can look down on the young lord really still the weak and pitiful little thing he saw before?
Cang Lan was a little taken aback.
In the next moment, his expression changed drastically.
Regardless of Ning Zhe's attack, the Young Master suddenly rushed forward and hugged him in his arms, a gentle and strange smile gently appeared on his evil and handsome face.
"Little emperor, this deity was born to be the lord of all demons. No one has ever forced this deity to this point. You really are not that simple."
Ning Zhe stared at him, "Let me go."
"Let go? How come, this deity will take you to die together, life after life, you will never escape from this deity's cage!"
Suddenly, a thick black mist filled his body, and a dark and terrifying vortex appeared beside him.
Cang Lan felt bad, and suddenly yelled: "He wants to die together! Stop him!"
If the young lord is allowed to open the abyss and release those ominous creatures, the entire Demon Realm will be destroyed along with him!
Before he could make a move, the young lord took the first step, and the hurricane swept in instantly, sweeping them all away.
He sneered at No. 67, took a step back and stepped into the whirlpool with Ning Zhe in his arms.
"No matter how powerful you are, this deity wants you to watch him disappear in front of you, so that you will never get him!"
The black vortex exuding a terrifying aura became smaller and smaller.
The dark guard Seventeen was taken aback.
Gone... Gone... The child is gone...
He suddenly let out a heart-piercing growl, his whole body went berserk, and he rushed out without thinking.
No. 67 looked as cold as frost, quickly dodged over to grab him, and rushed in with him before the vortex closed.