I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 221 Don't Touch Me

"Since I'm not allowed to resurrect the High God, why do you want to help me undo the curse on the remains at the cost of injury?"

Ning Zhe stared blankly at No. 67, trembling his lips, and asked hoarsely, "Since I'm a monster, why do you want to help me?"

"Shangshen?" No. 67 chuckled lightly, a little carelessly.

"I've never been here for any God, but for you."

He lowered his head, stared at Ning Zhe's face, stroked the corners of his pitifully flushed eyes with his slender fingertips, and his eyes were deep, "Ning Zhe, you have to understand one thing - if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here at all." will come here."

"I was born for you, and the only meaning of my existence is you."

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his head, staring at him with big watery eyes.

The messy black hair was wet with tears, sticking to his temples, against his pale face, he looked extremely fragile and innocent.

No. 67 hooked a strand of wet hair with his little finger, and smoothed it behind his ear slowly, with an indifferent expression, "Is it that important whether you are a monster? Who you are, never needs to be defined by others."

"What's more, in this world, no one is qualified to define you."

Ning Zhe blinked, a teardrop hanging from his eyelashes rolled down with his movements.

He was still a little confused about the situation, why would he say such a thing when he coldly mocked him as just a container just now.

As if seeing through his thoughts, No. 67 grabbed the back of his head and pressed against himself, "Ning Zhe, I just want you to know that what you are has nothing to do with your body."

Ning Zhe opened his mouth, "What... mean..."

"The container has no life. Weishenglian just created the container, but it cannot create life. Don't worry about Shangshen and Xuanxuan, your birth has nothing to do with them, or even this The world has nothing to do with you."

No. 67 brushed his pale and bloodless lips with fingertips, and put a magnificent red mark on it, "From the beginning to the end, you belong to me alone, do you understand?"

Ning Zhe didn't understand what he said.

How could he have nothing to do with living here?The high priest created his body first, and only then did he exist. How could it not matter?

But no matter how confused he was, in the end, No. 67 didn't agree with his plan.

Ning Zhe did not enter the system space again, and lay quietly on the cold wooden couch in the prison cell, with his eyes wide open, not knowing what he was thinking.

No. 67 wanted to take him in, but he refused.

If this matter had been left in the past, he would have compromised. No. 67 is very soft-hearted, as long as he hugs him and coquettishly squeezes a few tears, that person will definitely spoil him.

But Ning Zhe was too lazy to do this, he was very tired and wanted to be alone.

The sky prison is far less comfortable than the system space. The night in early spring was as cold as water. Ning Zhe was so cold that he didn't feel sleepy, so he just lay down with his eyes open all night.

In the early morning, Ning Zhi came again.

"The courtiers jointly signed a letter requesting that I hand you over, otherwise there will be no complaints from the common people."

Ning Zhi grabbed his lapel and smiled coldly, "Ning Zhe, when you were happy in the Demon Realm, did you ever think about your current situation?"

Ning Zhe drooped his eyelids, not wanting to answer him.

Ning Zhi snorted softly, "Brother Huang's bones are hard, I want to see how far you can endure."

He glanced back and ordered: "Ling Ji, go to the execution room."

The woman in black clothes stepped forward, easily lifted Ning Zhe with one hand, walked into the execution room, and handcuffed him on the rack.

After doing this, he gently rubbed his hair again.

Ning Zhe looked up at her.

Ling Ji smiled and said, "Your Majesty was about to sacrifice you to heaven at the court today, but Prime Minister Qin contradicted him. His Majesty was furious and had nowhere to vent, so he came to you."

She touched Ning Zhe's pale and thin face, with pity in her eyes, "I think I will suffer a lot today."

Ning Zhe's eyelashes trembled and drooped, but he didn't say anything.

Ling Ji suddenly said: "Do you want me to save you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she shook her head and smiled, "Forget it, what dirty words am I talking about..."

Footsteps could be heard outside the execution room, it was Ning Zhi who was about to come, Ling Ji turned around and was about to leave.

"Sister Lingji." Ning Zhe suddenly called her, this was the first time he called her.

Ling Ji was stunned, and turned to look at him.

Ning Zhe stared at her clear but sharp eyes, and asked softly, "Do you know... Ning Xuan?"

Ling Ji frowned slightly, but didn't hear clearly, "Who?"

Ning Zhe looked at her reaction that didn't seem to be fake, his eyes slowly dimmed, and he shook his head, "...No...it's nothing."

The door was opened, Ning Zhi came in, and gave Ling Ji a sharp look.

Ling Ji lowered her head and backed out.

A new round of torture begins.

Ning Zhe trembled and closed his eyes.

Flesh and flesh flew everywhere, and the panting sound was heavy and suppressed, and gradually weakened.

Seeing that he was about to faint, Ning Zhi stopped, as if suddenly thinking of something, and asked, "Brother Huang, do you know why Ling Ji became my man?"

Ning Zhe was dazed, his eyes were hazy, and he couldn't understand what he said.

Ning Zhi signaled the jailer to bring a bucket of ice water and pour it on him.

Ning Zhe was so cold that his whole body trembled, and he let out a scream unexpectedly.

"Brother Huang didn't like to listen to people since he was a child. This bad habit has to be corrected." Ning Zhi laughed and asked the question again.

Ning Zhe's eyes were dead silent, and they fell on him.

"She said she was sorry for me, and she came to make up for me." Ning Zhi shook his head and sneered, "Brother Huang, do you believe it?"

Ning Zhe didn't know why he asked himself, what does it matter if he believes it or not?

"I plan to make her queen."

Ning Zhi dropped the long whip, walked up to Ning Zhe, raised his face, stroked it gently with his fingers, his eyes softened suddenly, and his voice was hoarse, "Brother Huang, do you think it's okay?"

Ning Zhe's eyes fell on his face.

"When I didn't know anything before, Brother Huang told me that I would marry a woman who is valuable to me in the future. Now I think Ling Ji is very good and want to marry him. Do you agree?"

Ning Zhe was silent for a while, and said, "As you wish."

Ning Zhi's eyes suddenly sank, the darkness was bottomless, he stared at Ning Zhe for a moment, "You really forgot."

"Sometimes I really doubt whether you are still my royal brother."

Ning Zhe's fingertips trembled, and he closed his eyes lightly, "I'm a sinner, so I can't be your emperor brother."

Ning Zhi grinned, raised the red-hot iron and imprinted it on Ning Zhe's chest, "Yes! How can you be worthy of a person like you!"

He was even angrier than he seemed at first.

Ning Zhe was blindfolded, and gradually lost consciousness under his crazy torture.

Seeing him fainted, Ning Zhi threw away the things in his hand, turned around and walked out of the execution room.

As soon as he got out of the torture room, his legs and feet gave way, and he leaned back, gasping for breath, his face was flushed, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Your Majesty, you are too excited." Ling Ji said calmly behind him.

Only then did Ning Zhi realize that he was leaning on her.

He stood up, punched the wall hard, and sneered, "It's just a bastard, I wish I could kill him!"

Lingji didn't speak.

"Do you feel sorry for him?" Ning Zhi suddenly turned to look at her with cold eyes, "You helped him like that before, why, because you can't get used to seeing him being bullied?"

Ling Ji stared at the face in front of her, suddenly curled her lips, and smiled, "Your Majesty is worrying too much, Ling Ji only has His Majesty in her heart."

"You'd better be like this." Ning Zhi pushed her away, covered her mouth and coughed a few times in a hurry, coughed up a big mouthful of blood, and even passed out.

"His Majesty!"

The servant let out a cry of surprise and rushed to help him, but Ling Ji pushed him away.

Lingji supported Ning Zhi's softened body, gently moved her into her arms.

"You..."

The servant panicked and didn't know what to do, Ling Ji glanced at him lightly, "I'll take His Majesty back to the palace, you go and invite the imperial doctor into the palace."

"Oh! Yes, yes!" The servant hurriedly responded, and trotted to the Tai Hospital.

Ling Ji lowered her head, looked at the majestic young man in her arms, gently caressed his face with her slender fingers, closed her eyes and let out a sigh.

......

When Ning Zhe woke up, he found himself in the system space.

There was a soft little thing sleeping next to him, it was Chi Yue.

He didn't get up in a hurry, and stared at Chi Yue for a long time.

Chiyue's chubby little hands are holding onto his skirt, and his small body is also squeezed into his arms, his soft lips are slightly parted, his little nose is glowing with a lovely blush, his long, arc-like eyelashes are gently closed, his expression is Quiet and sound asleep.

Ning Zhe looked at it for a while, his eyes slightly bent, and he poked his cheek dishonestly with his fingers.

Chi Yue immediately spat out a string of bubbles, and his eyelashes trembled, which was very amusing.

Ning Zhe wanted to play again, but his fingers were suddenly held by someone.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw No. 67 wearing a black home clothes, sitting on the head of the bed, looking at him quietly with cold eyes.

Ning Zhe's face changed slightly, and he was about to pull out his finger immediately.

Probably because he moved too much and accidentally touched the red axe, the child let out a groan, and his little brows furrowed together uneasily.

Ning Zhe paused and patted his body carefully, "Be good, be good, it's okay."

With a cold look in his eyes, No. 67 walked over, mercilessly opened Chi Yue's hand holding Ning Zhe's clothes, pushed him aside, picked Ning Zhe up and left the room.

"What are you doing!" As soon as he left the room, Ning Zhe bit his hand anxiously.

No. 67 said nothing, and carried him to the sofa.

Ji Li and Cang Lan were knocking melon seeds, drinking tea and chatting outside, seeing this, they both looked at each other, stood up one after another, and went back to the room silently.

No one was an eyesore, and No. 67 was not polite, and directly threw Ning on the sofa bed and tore his clothes.

Ning Zhe yelled, got into the blanket, and glared at him, "No. 67!"

"Don't bark, you're not deaf."

With a cold face, No. 67 grabbed his ankle and dragged him over, wrapping him in his arms.

"You, don't touch me..." Ning Zhe trembled, and suddenly wanted to cry.

This person laughed at him yesterday as just a container without a heart, so how can he act as if nothing happened today.

He has no heart, but he also hurts.