I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 188

In the early morning of the next day, sunlight pierced through the treetops, came in through the gaps in the wooden windows, and quietly fell on the sleeping boy on the couch.

The dark guard Seventeen sat by the window and watched him all night, his body covered with dew.

Ning Zhe likes to sleep by the side of the bed, because there were many people who sneaked into the palace to assassinate him, slowly, he developed the habit of sleeping by the side.

Once there is an assassin, he can also dodge or attack immediately.

But there is something wrong with sleeping like this.

For example, at that moment, when he turned over, he rolled straight out of the couch wrapped in a brocade quilt.

The dark guard Seventeen Eyes quickly moved to the side of the couch, picked him up as soon as he stretched out his hand, and gently put him back on the couch.

Ning Zhe was still dreaming of the wolf eating the sheep, smashing his mouth, his face was flushed, and he was soundly asleep.

But sleeping for too long is not a good thing, especially when Ning Zhe is still growing.

The seventeenth guard carefully touched his arm, and said in a soft voice with a little fear, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, it's time to get up..."

Ning Zhe's delicate and lovely brows were slightly frowned, as if he was annoying him, he turned over, turned his back to him and continued to sleep.

The dark guard Seventeen's eyes darkened, he pursed his lips helplessly, put down his hands, and dared not disturb him any more.

He has been very silent these days.

Every time he came to Ning Zhe's palace, as long as Ning Zhe ignored him, he would not speak, and would just stand behind him and watch him silently with his lips pursed.

Just like the young guard who was still humble before, he waited in his heart for his master to look back at him.

But he forgot that he is now a high-ranking king in the Demon Realm, and even his appearance is different from before.

In Ning Zhe's eyes, he is a complete stranger.

When he woke up, the sky was already bright, and the seventeenth guard almost sat on a watchdog.

Ning Zhe was still lying on the couch motionless.

In the morning, Ji Liang had already told the secret guard Seventeen about the group of human slaves, so he didn't express anything when he woke up.

But when he was about to speak, the Seventeenth Dark Guard immediately cast a curse on him, his blood-colored eyes stared at him fiercely, his eyes were so cold that he wanted to kill someone.

Su Xing glanced at the boy with closed eyes on the couch, with clear eyes, and nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

The seventeenth guard gave him a warning look, and then he broke the curse.

The boy didn't wake up, so no one spoke.

Dark Guard Seventeen and Su Xing, one sitting upright, the other standing with arms folded, they both looked at each other silently, the atmosphere was terribly dull.

The palace was extremely quiet for a while, and even the rustling of the branches and leaves in the wind outside the window could be heard.

Several maids and guards stood respectfully in the corner, their heads drooping desperately, wishing they didn't exist.

No. 67 watched it for a while, then said lightly to Ning Zhe who was completely immersed in the cartoon [I think you'd better open your eyes]

【What's wrong? ] Ning Zhe was puzzled, but he still forced himself to look up from the TV and opened his eyes.

It's just that in the next second, he immediately closed his eyes, with a look of surprise on his face, 【What, what's going on?what happened 】

Why...why are so many people watching him sleep? ?

【You've been sleeping for almost a day and a night, and those who didn't know thought you were going to sleep to death】

The poor seventeenth guard specially invited a doctor to give him a diagnosis and treatment.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are life in the Demon Realm, no Demon Race will care about these things, where can there be a doctor?He couldn't find a doctor, so he had to go to Tianqi to catch one.

Can the human body and the demon body be the same?

Seeing Ning Zhe's pale and powerless appearance, the doctor shook his legs secretly, but on the face he insisted on the demeanor of a famous doctor, stroking his beard and saying: "Life is short."

The secret guard Shiqi smashed the wooden table, scaring the nonsense doctor into pieces.

It was not easy for him to regain his composure. No. 67 saw him kneeling on the ground in despair for a moment, almost losing his mind and unable to control himself, turning into a demon body.

Probably because he saw Ning Zhe who was still sleeping soundly, he panted heavily and forced himself to calm down so as not to disturb him.

He knelt on the ground for a long time, raised his hand, and silently issued a command.

While Ning Zhe was still sleeping peacefully here, Dayue and Tianqi were attacked by the demon army.

This time the attack was totally different from the previous ones. The Seventeenth Dark Guard almost mobilized all his forces, and even released the ferocious demons imprisoned in the abyss. The attack was extremely ferocious.

The blood of the human race flowed into rivers, countless soldiers and civilians died, the two royal cities were almost breached, the world was devastated, starvation was everywhere, and it was a barren and cruel scene.

However, No. 67 did not intend to tell Ning Zhe any of these things.

So for Ning Zhe, he just took a nap and watched cartoons for a while.

Seeing that Ning Zhe woke up, Su Xing brought the slave up.

The teenagers were all housed in luxurious golden cages, with bewildered and terrified expressions and delicate faces, like frightened canaries.

Su Xing probably thought that he wanted playmates, so he decorated these slaves.

Ning Zhe glanced at him several times, but he was so awake that he pursed his lips and smiled at him in a good-tempered manner.

Seeing that he really didn't know him anymore, Ning Zhe didn't speak.

Su Xing saw that he didn't want to pay attention to his appearance, so he saluted wisely and left.

After he left, Ning Zhe stood up barefoot, walked to a cage, and carefully looked at a boy inside.

The boy's eyes were clear and his face was handsome. Even though he had been honed to this point, his temperament was still pure and upright.

It was the boy who accidentally fell in front of Ning Zhe that day.

Seeing Ning coming over, he flinched, curled his knees, shrank into the cage, and stared at him vigilantly with a pair of clear eyes.

Ning Zhe asked number 67 in his heart, "Why doesn't he know me anymore?" 】

【You were disfigured back then, it's normal not to recognize you】

Ning Zhe remembered that when he was with the general, his face was covered with criss-cross scars, which were cured by Lingji later.

Ye Hanfeng has never seen Qin Nu's real appearance, so naturally he can't recognize him now.

——This young man was the little general who followed Huo Chen, Ye Hanfeng who had previously hated Ning Zhe to the bone.

Ning Zhe opened the cage and let the boy out.

He can't walk.

Ning Zhe opened his trouser legs, and saw that there were many small and dense wounds on his body, some of which were deep enough to show the bone, the flesh was turned out, and blood was still oozing, it seemed that the pain was unbearable.

Ning Zhe asked the maid to take him down for medicine.

[What did you save him for] No. 67 frowned.

At the beginning, this person wished that Ning Zhe would be smashed to pieces, but Ning Zhe was not the kind of broad-minded person, and it would be nice if he had no revenge.

Ning Zhe didn't answer his question, but glanced at the teenagers in other cages who were staring at him eagerly, not knowing what to do.

【...Released? 】

No. 67 glanced at those teenagers, paused for a moment on a baby-faced boy with his head bowed down, and then said lightly [ up to you ]

Ning Zhe let everyone go.

As for what will happen to these unarmed teenagers after they are exiled in the Demon Realm, it has nothing to do with him.

He looked like he was doing good deeds with a soft heart, but everyone knew that these delicate-looking teenagers would only have a worse life when they went outside, and they would even be swallowed to the bone by those bloodthirsty demons.

No. 67 looked at this quiet child, thinking that no matter whether he has a heart or not, he still has that indifferent temperament, which has never changed.

After everyone was sent away, the dark guard Seventeen moved his stiff steps and walked behind him.

"emperor......"

When he opened his mouth, his voice was dry and hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water all day and night, it was ugly and harsh.

He used to have a nice voice.

Ning turned back, gave him a strange look, and waited for him to speak.

The dark guard Seventeen met his innocent black eyes, but all the words he wanted to say were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't spit them out no matter what.

Whether it's empty promises or caring, under the gaze of these eyes, they all seem so pale and powerless.

"Subordinate...subordinate..."

Dark Guard Seventeen's eyes gradually turned red, and he swallowed those words back into his throat, burning them all the way down his throat, and exploding in his internal organs, wringing his whole body into excruciating pain.

"No...nothing..."

He lowered his head in embarrassment, pursed his lips, and clenched his fists, "You have a good rest, subordinate... this subordinate will leave first."

After finishing speaking, he turned around silently, and left as if fleeing.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a while, and asked No. 67 [What's wrong with him? 】

No. 67 was observing the ups and downs of the progress bar, and said casually after hearing the words [Maybe the rebellious period has come, men always have a few days every month, don't worry about it]

Ning Zhe couldn't understand his cold joke, rubbed his eyes, and continued to lie back and hug the quilt to watch his cartoons.

Number 67 felt that this was not acceptable.

If I stay here for a few more days, my child will be useless watching TV.

The materials for breaking the curse were still the same, No. 67 greeted Ning Zhe and went out to find something.

No one cared about Ning Zhe this time. Ning Zhe watched it in the middle of the night before turning off the TV and going to bed.

Not long after, it started to rain patter outside the window.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the lightning and thunder were very scary.

Ning Zhe turned over on the bed, and turned over again after a while, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.

In the end, he simply sat up, hugged his head and rubbed it irritably.

The maid picked up the lamp and came over, "My lord, are you awake?"

Ning Zhe glanced at her quietly, the maid was a little frightened by him, and couldn't help taking a step back, "What, what's the matter..."

Ning Zhe thought for a while and said, "Give me an umbrella."

The maid didn't know why, so she took the red umbrella and handed it to him.

Ning Zhe stood up and walked to the gate of the hall.

From a distance, a dark figure was seen standing under the tall palace wall, guarding here silently under the torrential rain.

——The appearance of the dark guard Seventeen leaving during the day was very decisive, but in fact, he was hiding outside the courtyard wall, peeking into the hall carefully, and did not leave at all.

Ning Zhe stood in front of the hall and watched him quietly for a while, then walked over with an umbrella.

The dark guard Seventeen didn't expect him to find out, he couldn't help but panic, and subconsciously turned around and wanted to run.

"stop."

Ning Zhe suddenly called out to stop him.

The seventeenth step of the dark guard stopped, and he froze in place, not daring to turn his head.

Ning Zhe looked at his back which was drenched by rain, fell silent for a moment, and said, "Come here."

The seventeenth eyes of the dark guard were panicked and helpless, and he slowly turned his head to look at him, his eye sockets were as red as blood.

Ning Zhe walked up to him, and was about to speak, but suddenly the man in front of him disappeared with a soft "bang". Before he could react, a thick white smoke filled the air.

When Ning Zhe waved his hand to disperse the smoke and looked over again, he stared at a doll that only reached his calf.