stonecrandall Chapter 202 Don't Seduce Me
Chapter 202 Don't Seduce Me
"No. 67, why are you holding a sword? Do you want to kill me?"
"No. 67, Ah Ning wants to eat candied haws."
"No. 67, the TV is locked, can you unlock it for me?"
"Number 67......"
There was an indistinct soft call constantly coming from beside him, piercing into people's ears continuously, disturbing people's mood.
The man suddenly opened his eyes, and said coldly, "Shut up!"
The black smoke around him gradually gathered, turning into a familiar young face.
"Number 67, you are killing me..."
The boy's big pupils were filled with water, and he reached out to hold the corner of his clothes aggrievedly.
No. 67 opened his hand without hesitation, strangled him by the throat and pressed against the wall, "Warning you again, get out!"
With that exquisite and beautiful face on his face, the young man blinked his eyes, pursed his lips and said, "Why? Does No. 67 like Aning?"
The cold light in No. 67's eyes was as sharp as a blade, so sharp that it could almost kill people, "Don't call me that name, you don't deserve it! Don't think that you can pretend to be someone with a face like his, if you dare to take a step closer, I will call you death without a place to bury you!" "
The young man paused for a moment, then suddenly "creaked and creaked" and chuckled lightly, his dimples were like flowers, and a bewitching color immediately appeared on his brows and eyes, "Okay, kill me if you have the ability."
No. 67's brows and eyes were cold.
"You do not dare."
The young man laughed, his body turned into a black mist, broke free from his iron palm, and slowly floated to his side, gently wrapped his slender white arms around his neck, and exhaled ambiguously in his ear, "No. 67 , what are you afraid of? Knowing that I am not him, why don't you dare to do it? "
"Love-locking Gu can only be solved by severing love and heart. Are you sure you don't love him anymore?"
No. 67 looked at him coldly.
A pitch-black blooming flower appeared in the boy's palm, and number 67 was attached to his naked snow-white body, seductive and seductive beside him.
"Didn't you want to take Xuetumi for him? It's here, kill me, this thing is yours."
As he spoke, he gently teased No. 67 with his soft little hands, which were exactly the same as Ning Zhe's.
No. 67 remained motionless, her deep gaze resting on the flower.
Xuetumi is the only flower in the world.
He spent countless energy and scanned almost the entire plane, only to find this only one in the depths of the abyss.
He told Ning Zhe that there is a solution to the Love Locking Gu.
But in fact, love lock Gu is the most poisonous thing in the world, and there is no medicine to cure it.
This is something that is used to cut off the marriage. If the marriage continues, how can the Gu poison be cured?
Everyone in the world says that the solution is to cut off love and love, but if the marriage is really broken, then the love-locking Gu can't be called love-locking, it can't be called a Gu, and it will be automatically dispelled.
——Being able to unravel the Gu, that is the saddest thing.
It's just that No. 67 will not say these profound words to Ning Zhe.
What Ning Zhe wants is just the way to undo the Gu, he doesn't care whether the solution is Gu, nor does he care about marriage or love.
Therefore, No. 67 told him that when the person who has been poisoned has truly lost his love, he will use three kinds of heaven, material and earth treasures, a piece of monster blood tea, and a petal of the magical medicine anger snow frost lotus, and then supplement it with the beloved one. There is a method to solve the love lock Gu.
Ning Zhe touched his forehead thoughtfully at the time, and asked him: "The Witch Master has been dead for a long time, so there shouldn't be anything to worry about?"
Number 67 stared at him for a moment, then nodded silently.
Ning Zhe blinked at him and rubbed his face flatteringly, his attitude was obedient, and the meaning was obvious on his small face.
No. 67 pushed him away pretending to be impatient, and said in a nasty voice, "Got it, I'll help you find the materials, you just wait for me at home."
No. 67 never told Ning Zhe how hard it was to find these materials.
But all treasures of heaven, material and earth have their own companion beasts, all of which are extremely vicious. Number 67 has insufficient energy, and has been wounded all the time, so he almost fell into those dangerous places several times.
It took him a month and countless expenses before he found a blood tea plant in the deepest part of the abyss.
This is the last material and the trickiest one.
The accompanying beast of Xue Tumi is the most evil thing in the world created by the witch master.
It has no form, no shadow, no self, and it will only reflect the most fearful things in the other party's heart.
The thing that No. 67 fears the most is Ning Zhe.
He will be afraid of anything related to him.
Afraid that he will be snatched away by others, afraid that he will abandon himself like before, afraid that he will cry, afraid that he will be hurt, and afraid that he will die.
Even afraid to see him, afraid to fall in love with him again.
No. 67 knows that he can't be emotional, and he has been trying his best to hide himself, just for fear that he can't control his heart.
But Ning Zhe never knew these things, or even if he knew it in his heart, he didn't care. He would just keep teasing him, making him angry, and looking at him indifferently like an outsider.
He was the one who watched Ning Zhe suffer before, but now it's Ning Zhe's turn to watch him struggle. This person never lets himself suffer.
67 sighed, and gently closed his eyes.
"Well, Ah Ning is so uncomfortable...No. 67, help me..."
The young man beside him leaned on his shoulder, begging him with a Ning Zhe voice, the delicate and soft skin pressed against his body, lingering and touching.
But he is not Ning Zhe.
Ning Zhe would not have such a humble and submissive attitude.
He was cold in his bones, and even when he was begging for help, there was not much emotion in his eyes.
67 opened his eyes, and gently pushed away the person beside him, with the long sword across his neck.
The boy fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and he looked at him in disbelief, "Are you going to kill me?! Are you not afraid!"
No. 67's thin lips curled slightly, and he snorted slightly, "I'm afraid of Ning Zhe, as for you, it's just a demon born in my heart, why don't you dare."
After he finished speaking, he raised his wrist, and the snow-white long sword slashed down without hesitation with a glint of cold light!
There was no cruel scene of blood splatter as imagined, the boy just disappeared in front of his eyes with that face exactly like Ning Zhe's.
Just like that time before, this person disappeared from him forever.
Number 67 glanced at his hand.
He just killed Ning Zhe, but strangely, he didn't feel anything in his heart.
Maybe he has really cut off love and love.
After the boy's figure dissipated, a pitch-black flower was left slowly spinning and floating in midair.
No. 67 stretched out his hand and took Xue Tumi in his palm.
Only then did he discover that this bloody scorpion was not black, but because the blood color was too deep, it looked like a deep black.
Xuetumi is a flower planted by the shaman after the fall of the gods. It originally grew together with the Shinto lotus.
Not long after the witch lord died, the ancient ancestor of the demon clan stepped out of the demon realm, and took away the blood tumi and the divine dao lotus from the place where the witch lord was buried—this is also the origin of the divine dao lotus left in the demon palace.
As for the Shinto lotus in the Boneyard, the ancient ancestor accidentally dropped a petal during the picking process, and it was regrown after being nourished by the remaining power of the witch master's remains. Now Ning Zhe holds it in his hand.
Thinking of Ning Zhe, No. 67's eyes moved slightly.
He has been away for too long this time, and he still doesn't know whether Ning Zhe is obedient in the magic palace.
He was worried that the child would stay up late watching cartoons and not sleep, so he only unlocked a few small locks for him and asked him to watch two episodes a day.
Afraid that Ning Zhe would eat indiscriminately, he specially left some candied haws for him. I don’t know if he remembered to eat them. If the young master steals them at that time, he will lose golden beans with himself again. .
Thinking of these things on the 67th, Yuan Xianfeng's cold brows and eyes suddenly softened, and the long and light eyelashes hung with stars and glimmers, and the light-colored lips outlined gentleness, and the whole person was like a mountain that has faded from the frost and snow. The ink painting is so beautiful that it makes people forget to breathe.
Ning Zhe, wait for me.
He whispered a word, put away Xue Tumi, took up the blood-stained long sword again, and fought all the way out of the abyss.
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Demon Realm, Royal Palace.
Ning Zhe lay weakly on the couch, his face was pale, the back of his hand was swollen as high as a steamed bun, his finger bones were distorted and ugly, and the blood vessels underneath were bulging violently.
The high priest was silent for a long time, and finally he gently picked up his hand and placed it in his palm.
Light blue light overflowed from his fingertips, healing Ning Zhe's broken and twisted fingers bit by bit.
A cool and moist feeling flowed into the blood along the high priest's pale fingertips, bringing some sensation to the already painful, red, swollen and numb hands.
Once there is a sense, the pain will become deeper, and the feeling of spasm connects the heart vessels, as if it is about to tear the life apart.
Ning Zhe's fingers trembled violently, immediately interrupted the high priest's treatment, hugged himself tightly, and curled up on the couch in pain, breathing rapidly.
The high priest did not stop his behavior, but said indifferently: "If you don't treat it, your hand will be useless."
Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled, and his lips trembled, "Master, please, let me die."
"Your life is not your own." The high priest looked indifferently and held his hand again.
Ning Zhe closed his eyes in despair.
Under the severe pain, he didn't notice that after his hand was healed, the high priest still didn't let go of his hand.
"Where did you hide the remains?"
After a short silence, the high priest asked him.
He got the Shinto lotus from Ning Zhe's carry-on bag, but he couldn't find the remains of the witch master, and he couldn't find it after searching the palace.
Ning Zhe didn't speak, he was already unconscious from the pain.
The high priest stared at him for a moment, then added a sentence: "The red ax is here with me, if you resist, he will not survive."
Ning Zhe's fingertips trembled, and a huge pain appeared in his eyes for a moment, almost swallowing people.
"Don't hurt him..."
He finally accepted his fate, opened his dry and cracked lips, and said silently, "It's on me."
The high priest picked him up and groped him with his hands.
The bones themselves carry restrictions, and they only recognize Ning Zhe as the main body. They will automatically hide their body shape, invisible to the naked eye, and cannot be found with spiritual sense. They can only be explored by feeling.
Ning Zhe remained motionless, limp in his arms, letting those cold hands caress his body, bringing a bone-piercing chill.
He looked very quiet, as obedient as a puppet at the mercy of others.
However, just as the high priest's hand was about to touch his neck and approached the bone flute, Ning Zhe suddenly leaned forward, hooked the high priest's neck, and kissed his cold and thin lips heavily.
The high priest's gray pupils shrank suddenly, stood up abruptly, threw Ning Zhe to the ground hard, and grabbed his neck.
"I warned you, don't seduce me again, haven't you learned enough lessons?"
Ning Zhe raised his lips and smiled weakly, his voice was weak but frivolous, "It's not that Master doesn't know that Ah Zhe was the most mischievous in the past, and if he doesn't take his master's death to heart, what's the point?"
The High Priest didn't know what he was thinking of, and his normally emotionless face immediately sank, his complexion was extremely cold, "Ning Zhe, if you really want to die so much, so what if I will help you!"