stonecrandall Chapter 183 Ning Zhe is crying, go and coax him
Chapter 183 Ning Zhe is crying, go and coax him
Ning Zhe sat on the branch, quietly watching a group of maids and guards anxiously coming and going, looking for him in a frantic manner.
Ji Yan gently fell behind him.
"The royal palace specially held a feast for you, won't you, the protagonist, attend?"
Ning Zhe shook his head, not wanting to speak.
As soon as he woke up, Chi Yue swallowed the young master and became the new master of the demon domain, and he also inexplicably became the son of the palace, and the demons were in awe.
How ironic.
Obviously, not long ago, he and Chi Yue were locked in a cage and suffered all kinds of torture from these demons.
"The demons have always been good at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. When the young master is strong, they will submit to the young master. Now that the red-yue young master has replaced him, they will regard the red-yue young master as their king."
Sitting beside him, Ji Liang sighed softly, "This is the inferiority engraved in the bones of the demons, cold-blooded and cunning, born like this."
Ning Zhe lowered his head and lightly poked the tender green leaves on the branch, "This is not the reason for Moyu to betray God."
Ji Liang was silent.
He has lived too long.
When the demons betrayed him, he was still young. He watched his own people pull the God from the altar, and even laughed wildly with joy.
But what about after the fall of God.
Their clan has no shelter anymore, and they are still played and applauded by the Wu clan.
Ji Liang has seen the prosperity of the Demon Realm, and also experienced the decline of the Demon Realm. He knows better than anyone else what Shangshen means to the Demon Realm.
Without Shangshen, there would be no Demon Race today.
Ji Ye already knew Ning Zhe's true identity at this moment.
As a descendant of the gods, his blood was passed down from the gods, so he would naturally have a grudge against the betrayal of the demons.
"......sorry."
Ning Zhe shook his head, "You didn't feel sorry for me, it was the God Lord you were sorry for."
But he's gone, and he can't hear you.
Ji Yun understood the meaning of his words, but didn't know what to say for a moment.
After listening to it for a while, No. 67 said lightly in Ning Zhe's heart 【Let's go】
He has accumulated a lot of energy, and he has been able to take his body back. For convenience, he still lives in Ning Zhe Consciousness Sea.
Ning Zhe nodded, stretched his arms, and jumped off.
The guards in the circle below who were looking for someone were taken aback by him.
"Master God Son!?"
"Great, you're finally back!"
"My lord, the palace banquet has already begun, hurry up..."
A group of maids gathered around him, trying to help him groom his appearance, and their fingers inevitably touched his body.
No. 67 frowned, and erected a transparent barrier on Ning Zhe to isolate these maids.
"Oh? My lord..."
"What is this? My lord, stop joking..."
A group of maids and guards were blocked by the barrier, and they wanted to cry without tears.
Now no one can touch him.
Ning Zhe trotted up, leaving those demons far behind.
He didn't wear shoes when he came out, and No. 67 was worried that his feet would be scratched by stones, so he wrapped his two white and tender feet with green mist.
The light blue mist lingered on the snow-white ankles, carrying a hazy and seductive beauty.
No. 67 stared at it for a long time before looking away.
Ning Zhe's body was slightly lifted into the air, he felt that he didn't even need to run, as if the two clouds of green mist under his feet could take him flying.
A large group of demons chased after him panting and shouting anxiously.
Ning Zhe looked back, narrowed his eyes suddenly, and smiled happily.
No. 67 stared at him puzzled for a while, "What are you laughing at, what's so funny?"
He felt that he understood Ning Zhe very well, but sometimes, he really didn't understand what this kid was thinking.
Ning Zhe shook his head, bouncing his head, and said, "I won't tell you."
No. 67 scoffed, "Who wants to know."
Ning Zhe squinted and smiled, then stopped again, standing behind the rockery, waiting for those people to find him.
He seemed to be just trying to play hide and seek.
But before the maid found him, he was pinched under the armpit by a stranger and lifted up high.
"Which family brought this little succubus, how come you don't like it?"
The voice is as gentle as jade, faintly familiar.
Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then looked at the person hugging him, "Wake up?"
The other party was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and chuckled, hugged him into his arms, and patted his head, "How do you know my name?"
Ning Zhe opened his eyes wide and looked at him.
A pair of black pupils are round like grapes, cute and pure.
Su Xing thinks this kid is very interesting.
He pinched Ning Zhe's soft palm, and asked him warmly, "Whose child are you from, and what's your name? I'll take you back, okay?"
His appearance is exactly the same as when Ning Zhe first met.
But obviously, he couldn't remember Ning Zhe.
[No. 67, what did you do? 】
No. 67 glanced at the corpse that had disappeared in the system space, frowned, shook his head, and said in a dignified tone [It wasn't me, someone stole his body]
The system space is at a higher level than this plane, and no one else can enter this world except him.
But the matter of waking up and resurrecting was indeed not done by him. With his current energy, it is far from enough to support him to complete this matter.
...who can steal people from his space without disturbing him, and without leaving a trace?
The only thing related to Su Xing here is Ning Zhe. What exactly does that person want to do with Ning Zhe by using Su Xing?
No. 67 will soon know the answer to this matter.
But at that time, everything was too late.
Now Ning Zhe doesn't know how this matter will affect him.
Waking up and resurrecting was not a bad thing for him.
At least in his heart, there will no longer be that strange feeling.
Ning Zhe watched Su Xing and asked his guards to buy a bunch of candied haws and hand them to him to make him happy.
He obediently took a bite, held it in his hand and didn't eat it.
When Su Xing was about to take him back to the palace banquet, the group of maids finally found here.
"Master Shenzi, I finally found you. The Lord has already asked about you, so we should go."
Su Xing glanced at the short Ning Zhe, and seemed a little surprised, "So you are the son of God selected by the Lord? How could..."
Ning Zhesiyu looked at him and had already guessed what he said next.
No. 67 laughed out loud [He wants to say that you are short, can this be tolerated? 】
Ning Zhe has never grown tall, no matter when he was a little emperor or now when he became a succubus.
He actually doesn't like being called short.
Although it won't show it, but if you look closely, you can see that his mood will be much lower.
Su Xing probably also noticed it, pursed his lips to suppress his laughter, and said to him: "Since it is Lord Shenzi, I don't need to worry about it, how offensive, I hope... I hope Lord Shenzi don't care about it. "
At the end of his speech, the smile in his eyes could not be stopped.
The bottom of the eyes seemed to contain a clear spring, and the smile was warm, clear and soft.
Ning Zhe was so angry that he returned the candied haws to him, pushed him away hard, turned his head and left with the maid.
Su Xing chuckled behind him.
Smiling and laughing, Ning Zhe's figure became farther and farther away, and the smile on his lips became weaker and weaker.
He finally suppressed his smile, and handed the candied haws that Ning Zhe didn't want to the side guards.
The guard was puzzled, "Master?"
Su Xing closed his eyes, his eyes were indifferent, "Throw it away."
......
Ning Zhe ran around just now, his clothes and hair were messed up.
The maid stripped Ning Zhe clean, picked him up and put him in the tub with amazing strength.
Ning Zhe's face was a little red, and he shrank and covered his little Ning Zhe.
[Number 67, you don't care]
No. 67 snorted coldly [whatever, aren't you used to it]
He was obsessed with the maid, and controlled the unconscious maid to grope Ning Zhe.
Ning Zhe felt that the maid's hand... seemed to be touching his chest intentionally or unintentionally?
His body was already sensitive and couldn't stand being touched at all, and his skin soon became bright red.
Ning Zhe rubbed against the edge of the bathtub, hugged himself tightly with his arms, and said to the maid with a cold face: "You, you don't touch me, I can do it myself."
No. 67 raised his eyebrows, "You can? What can you do? Can you?"
He reached into the water and flicked Xiao Ningzhe who stood up quietly with his fingers.
Ning Zhe's face was flushed, and he didn't know whether he was ashamed or angry, and he stared at the maid with rounded eyes.
"You are presumptuous! Get out!"
No. 67 smiled lightly, leaning his arms on both sides of the bathtub, and slowly approached him, "If I don't, what can you do?"
The next moment, the dagger in Ning Zhe's hand was already on the side of his neck.
The blade is white and sharp.
A small gash was cut on the maid's skin almost instantly.
Cyan blood dripped down the tip of the knife, fell into the water, and dissolved.
Ning Zhe also moved closer to him, his eyes were as cold and silent as an abyss, and he didn't see the slightest hint of bewilderment and embarrassment just now.
He said word by word to the maid: "Then go die."
There seemed to be clusters of fire at the bottom of his eyes, which were deep blue, mysterious and bewitching.
No. 67 couldn't help reaching up to the tip of his nose, and kissed him lightly.
Ning Zhe's eyes were slightly cold, he moved his wrist, and was about to stab it, when No. 67 grabbed him tightly.
This body is not his, and No. 67 does not want to let people die because of him.
He grabbed Ning Zhe's slender wrist and turned it lightly, and it was cut behind his back.
Ning Zhe was forced to turn around and kneel in the tub with his back to him.
The water rippled for a while, and Ning Zhe's body could be clearly seen in front of No. 67's eyes. The two butterfly bones were so beautiful that they were about to fly away.
No. 67 lowered his head and leaned closer to him, his warm breath lightly sprayed on the skin of his back.
"open......"
Ning Zhe was terrified of this posture.
This reminded him of those few uncomfortable experiences.
He struggled.
But the strength of the maid behind him was astonishing, and he couldn't break free from the shackles.
He tried to use his own fire to attack the maid's soul, but to his despair, his fire didn't work on the maid.
"Be good, I just wipe your body for you, I won't do anything to you."
No. 67 said so, but the next moment, he had already kissed Ning Zhe's body.
Wipe your body, wipe it with saliva?
Ning Zhe trembled slightly, and cried out, his voice was soft and fragile, "Let me go...don't..."
His back was facing No. 67, so he didn't see that the maid just now was already lying on the ground.
The one kissing him now is No. 67.
After tossing and tossing for a long time, Ning Zhe lost his eyesight, screamed silently, his whole body went limp, and he lay powerlessly on the edge of the barrel.
The water has become cloudy.
No. 67 controlled the maid to stand up, changed the basin of water to clean Ning Zhe's body, and helped him get dressed.
Ning Zhe lay pale in his arms, his body still trembling slightly.
"Master Shenzi, are you feeling well?" No. 67 asked him while stroking his face.
The maid's voice was soft and gentle.
Ning Zhe whimpered, curled up, and made an indistinct sound from his throat.
No. 67 lowered his head and moved closer to his lips, only to hear him say intermittently: "Let me go."
The voice was broken, helpless and painful.
No. 67 paused, not daring to tease him anymore.
He hugged Ning Zhe into his arms and patted him on the back, "Okay, okay, don't be afraid, it's me."
Although the voice was still that of a maid, the tone was inexplicably familiar.
Ning Zhe raised his head in a daze, and saw the maid pursed her lips at him, "Are you surprised?"
Where is the surprise, it is clearly fright.
Ning Zhe stopped whimpering and suddenly burst into tears.
He didn't know why he was crying.
It's just that I feel wronged all of a sudden.
He was obviously so scared just now, but this person didn't care if he asked, he would only watch him make jokes.
"I hate you...hate you..."
He was born with a low life, anyone can bully him.
But there is only this person in front of him, only this person, Ning Zhe doesn't want him to watch the show.
"Go away...I don't want to see you again, you go away..."
Ning Zhe pushed him while wiping his tears with the back of his hand.
He didn't want to cry, not at all.
But the tears were like a flood bursting an embankment, out of control, and couldn't be wiped clean.
Number 67 shot himself in the foot this time.
He hurriedly hugged Ning Zhe, no matter how hard he coaxed him, he couldn't coax him well.
Even candied haws and cartoons don't work anymore.
Ning Zhe struggled desperately in his arms, just not letting him touch.
No. 67 had no choice but to let go, watching the child get into the quilt aggrievedly, covering himself up, sobbing in the quilt, crying out of breath.
He stood beside him with his hands in his sleeves, reaching out to pat the bulging quilt on the couch.
"Don't cry, it's my fault, can I show you some TV?"
As he spoke, he played cartoons in Ning Zhe's mind.
Ning Zhe shrank his body under the blanket, refusing to be touched by him, covering his ears and crying, "Take it away, I don't want to read...I don't want to look at your things!"
No. 67 squeezed the space between his eyebrows, a rare sadness appeared on his handsome face.
He actually didn't understand why Ning Zhe reacted so strongly.
When others bullied him before, he never cried so loudly.
Ning Yan and Huo Chen were so cruel to him, but he just shed tears and didn't resist.
How could it be his turn to be so wronged.
Is he so inferior to those people?
What's more, he didn't bully him, but just took the opportunity to nourish his soul for him.
Besides... isn't that... very comfortable...
No. 67 sighed and resigned to his fate.
It was indeed his fault.When Ning Zhe faced him these days, he always looked like a soft bun who was easy to bully, which made him forget that this child was not really a soft bun.
He glanced at Ning Zhe who wrapped himself into a ball, and quietly went out the door.
There was a complete silence at the palace banquet, the sound of falling needles could be heard, and the atmosphere was so stagnant that it was almost breathless.
All the demons lowered their heads, trying to reduce their sense of existence.
On the throne at the top sat a man with a stern face.
He is the new king of Demon Realm.
After the young master entered Jiyuan and disappeared, the Demon Realm fell into chaos, and the five major cities rioted in an attempt to become king on their own.
It took the new king less than a day to walk out of the abyss.
It only took him less than three days to kill all the rebellious demons under the sword.
Blood splattered all over the palace walls of the royal city.
The new king Chiyue showed Demon Yu that he was as powerful as the Young Lord, and no Demon Race would dare to disobey his orders.
Not long after Chi Yue succeeded to the throne, he announced to Demon Yu that he would surrender to the God Clan.
Immediately afterwards, he announced that he would enshrine the young man who had nearly died in the ceremony as the Son of Demon God, even higher than the new king himself.
This grand palace banquet was specially prepared for the Son of God.
They waited from sunset to the time of the blood moon, and until now, Lord Shenzi has not appeared.
The new king's face was cold, and the air pressure around his body was decreasing by one point every moment, which could be seen with the naked eye.
No one dared to touch him.
The last time a demon who spoke ill of the Son of God in front of him had already sacrificed his sword with his blood.
This lord has an extremely eccentric temper, and he especially values the Son of God. If he fails, they, the demons, may end up as distraught as the fool last time.
All the demons were nervous and did not dare to vent their anger. They were all looking forward, waiting for the Son of God to come out and rescue them.
It's a pity that Lord Shenzi, whom they have been thinking about for a long time, has turned into a puffer fish in bed.
No. 67 was still attached to the maid, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he walked up to their new king indifferently, and whispered: "He is crying...you go and coax him."
Chi Yue, at this time it should be called the Seventeenth Dark Guard.
He recognized No. 67's identity at a glance, stood up immediately, and asked coldly, "What did you do to him!"
It's over, this daring maid has made their king angry.
The demons below were thinking this way, and saw that their new king ignored the maid, and hurried past her to the apse.
"This...what's going on?"
"Could it be that something happened to Master Shenzi?"
Su Xing sat at the bottom, frowned lightly upon hearing this, and looked at the maid.
No. 67 was also looking at him, his eyes were cold and sharp, as if he could pierce his skin and see his soul clearly.
Su Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips towards him, and smiled gently, unable to pick out a single mistake.
No. 67 also pursed his lips casually, gave him a cold smile, turned around and left with Chi Yue.
......
After No. 67 left, Ning Zhe had calmed down.
He also wondered if he was too excited.
It's just that when he thought that the person who was bullying him just now was No. 67, he felt inexplicably sad.
He had never felt this way before.
Yunlan took his place, and he wasn't so sad and wronged when he was by Ning Yan's side.
Ning Zhe thought about it, and felt that he was making a fuss out of a molehill.
He sniffed, wiped away his tears under the quilt, and quietly opened a slit to peek out.
Seeing that No. 67 was not there, Ning Zhe prepared to get up silently.
Before he had time to move, the palace door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure rushed in, "Your Majesty!"
Ning Zhe shuddered, and immediately retracted his head.
Isn't this the person I saw in the illusion that day?How could he be real! ?
No. 67 lied to him again!
Ning Zhe had a sore nose, and the tears that he had finally endured poured down again.
The big liar.
Shi Qi searched anxiously and randomly in the hall, and finally saw a bulging ball on the couch.
His body froze, his whole body was nailed in place, and a feeling of fear suddenly arose in his heart.
After a long time, he moved his feet and walked over gently.
Ning Zhe quietly huddled under the quilt, listening to his footsteps getting closer and closer, thinking about how to escape later.
Shi Qi didn't know what he was thinking, went to the couch and knelt down, wanting to touch him but dared not.
After a while, he said softly: "... Your Majesty."
Ning Zhe didn't say a word and didn't move.
Shi Qi moved his parched throat, and asked softly, "You, are you asleep?"
When he said this, his cautious tone resembled that of the Seventeenth Dark Guard.
Ning Zhe thought that the man had a three-point similar appearance to the Seventeenth Dark Guard, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.
He has always known that Chiyue is the soul of the young lord, from the first time he saw Chiyue, he saw those memories of Chiyue.
When Ning Zhe was held in Su Xing's arms before, he saw some memories in Su Xing's heart, so he learned about Cang Lan's plan of betrayal.
The young lord is indeed very strong.
Ning Zhe was not sure that he could defeat him, so he held back and waited for Cang Lan to act first.
Anyway, as long as he can finally hurt the Young Master, his goal will be achieved.
However, he couldn't think of any relationship between these and the Seventeenth Dark Guard.
Ning Zhe never put the seventeenth guard in his plan.
Why does this strange man look so similar to the Seventeenth Dark Guard?
When he was puzzled, the seventeenth guard of the dark guard was bold enough to hold him in his arms.
The seventeenth guard wanted to touch him so much, his throat was dry from hunger and thirst.
But he dared not.
Ning Zhe kept silent, he thought Ning Zhe fell asleep.
Only when he was asleep, the secret guard Seventeen dared to touch him.
He hugged Ning Zhe and murmured softly, "Your majesty... I heard people say that you are crying..."
He is not good at words, and when facing Ning Zhe, he stuttered even more, and couldn't even speak fully.
He wants to say, seeing you cry makes my subordinates feel very sad, and seeing you cry makes my subordinates feel very distressed.
But in the end, he just said dryly, "You, don't cry, the subordinates will kill whoever makes the emperor angry...Don't cry...OK good?"
When he said the previous words, his tone was very fierce, with killing intent.
But when she reached the back, she softened again, unbelievably gentle, as if she was afraid of frightening him.
Ning Zhe was even more strange.
This was clearly the appearance of the Seventeenth Dark Guard when he was speaking.
She quietly moved in his arms, revealing half of her eyes to look at the man.
Dark Guard Seventeen thought he was fast asleep, but his movement startled Dark Guard Seventeen.
Ning Zhe lost his grip and almost fell off him.
The hidden guard Shiqi was taken aback for a moment, and then hurried to get him.
The action was too hasty, and finally both of them fell to the ground.
The dark guard Seventeen was anxious, turned over and quickly placed under him, finally he didn't press anyone.
On the other hand, Ning Zhe didn't take any precautions, his teeth hit his strong nose firmly, knocked out a front tooth, and his mouth was full of blood.