I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 216 You have to be lighter

Ning Zhe sensed something was wrong, immediately became vigilant, and put his hands behind his back, "I don't want it."

"Good."

"Do not."

67 sighed, took out the blood tea, and put it in front of him, "Okay, then do it yourself."

Ning Zhe's eyes turned red, "I don't want it! You want my blood just like them!"

He paused, curled his lips in grievance, and spit out four words, "Big pig's hoof!"

Number 67: "..."

Looks like it's still too full.

He stood up and lifted Ning Zhe onto his knees.

Ning Zhe screamed and hugged his waist tightly.

No. 67 spread out his palm, held the delicate white and tender middle finger, and said lightly, "Close your eyes."

Ning Zhe shook violently, and couldn't help recalling the severe pain that was worse than death every time his wrist was cut, and his eyes were a little absent-minded and frightened.

Because he won't die, because every time his wound can heal quickly, no one has ever cared whether he will hurt when he is injured.

But only Ning Zhe knew how intense the pain was when the wound was healed again and again, and the blood vessels of the skin were cut open again and again.

He looked up at the indifferent man in front of him, his voice trembling, "No. 67, don't... okay?"

Number 67 wanted to say yes.

Ke Ning's blood is a must for unlocking Love Locking Gu.

He can't feel sorry for Ning Zhe, and he can't have a little affection for Ning Zhe, otherwise, the Love Locking Gu will not understand for a day, and one day Ning Zhe will be more painful.

"Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt, I'll take it lightly." No. 67 smiled at him lightly, and stretched out his hands to cover his eyes.

Ning Zhe's eyelashes fluttered, and he swallowed, "Then... it's done, you have to be gentle and don't lie to me."

The trust in this person finally defeated the fear in his heart.

No. 67 didn't know if Ning Zhe was acting, but it was not easy to do this.

He laughed, and kissed Ning Zhe's eyes through his palm, and replied, "Okay, I won't lie to you."

He condensed the smoke into a silver needle as thin as a bull's-eye, held Ning Zhe's round fingertips tightly, and pricked the needle lightly.

The slender needle tip pierced the pink and translucent skin, bringing out a drop of bright red blood that was ready to drip. The child in his arms tensed up instantly, and a terrified whimper sounded from his throat.

At this moment, No. 67 suddenly understands why the blood of the person he loves the most is needed to unlock the Love Locking Gu.

Only when the bewitched person truly cuts off love, the love-locking voodoo will lose its effectiveness.

But if you feel distressed even for a drop of blood shed by the other party when breaking the Gu, how can it be called a true severance of love, and naturally it is even more difficult to break the Gu.

It really is the most insidious thing in the world.

No. 67 stared at the blood bead for a long time, his eyes were always cold and ruthless, without fluctuation.

Ning Zhe waited for a long time. Except for the small sting at the beginning, he didn't feel any other pain. He thought he was going to cut his wrist, so he asked strangely: "No. 67? Is it gone? "

No. 67 narrowed his eyes, covered the frost under his eyes, and flicked Ning Zhe's forehead with his fingers, his expression had returned to normal, "What else do you want? Didn't I tell you that it doesn't hurt?"

Ning Zhe sat up from his arms, looked at the small drop of blood on his fingertips, and was a little incredulous, "Is this enough?"

Heart 67 said that if there is more, he really can't bear it.

But with a cold face on his face, he said with a fake smile: "Why, too little? How about I bring you a basin and you fill it up?"

Ning Zhe immediately shook his head like a rattle.

No. 67 picked up his finger and dripped the blood on Shinto Lotus.

The snow-white lotus was smeared with blood, spreading out one by one, and slowly turning into bright red, like splashing vermilion ink.

Ning Zhe was watching intently, when No. 67 suddenly said to him, "Let me see."

Before he could ask the words "what are you looking at", No. 67 picked up his finger, put it in his mouth, and sucked it lightly.

Fingers suddenly touched No. 67's cold, soft, light-colored lips, as if they were about to melt.

Ning Zhe stared at his upside-down face, his heart trembled suddenly, he stood on tiptoe, and covered his face with his other hand.

Inexplicably, there was a chubby hand in front of No. 67, "What are you doing?"

Ning Zhe lowered his eyelashes, his ears were red, "You, next time..." Cover your face...

No. 67 didn't hear clearly, so he slapped his hand away, and leaned close to his face, "What what? What did you just say?"

Ning Zhe: "..."

The man must be out for revenge, he swore.

Unlocking Love Gu is not difficult, but after watching an episode of cartoons, the bones were returned to Ning on the 67th.

The remains still looked like the small snow-white bone flute, exquisite and small, without any change.

Ning Zhe hung it around his neck again, and noticed that No. 67's complexion was a bit gloomy, and even the pale and attractive lips just now were a little paler.

He frowned slightly, grabbed his sleeve and shook it.

Number 67 looked down at him.

"You're not feeling well." He said with certainty.

No. 67 raised an eyebrow, but did not refute.

"Is it because of detoxification?"

"No, something else."

No. 67 patted his head, "It has nothing to do with you, don't think too much. It's almost time, do you want to go out?"

Ning Zhe thought about it and nodded.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if the mission of the high priest is not done. According to his current practice, he will be able to kill himself in a short time." No. 67 looked a little sarcasm.

But despite what he said, Ning Zhe still insisted on staying with the high priest, without asking why.

No. 67 couldn't hold him back, opened the system space, and sent him out.

"Call me in danger."

Ning Zhe smiled, "Are you on call?"

No. 67 raised her lips, "What do you think?"

"Then I have to keep shouting and shouting, and number 67 will always be by my side."

No. 67 also smiled kindly, "Sure, but before that, I will help you sew up that little mouth."

Ning Zhe: "..."

Why do the good love words always suddenly become bloody?

No. 67 didn't stay long, and the high priest came soon. Ning Zhe was afraid that they would fight again, so he quickly pushed No. 67 back.

But what he didn't know was that when he was still watching TV in the system space, No. 67 had already fought with the high priest.

Although the plane level of the system space is higher than that of this world, it is only a small piece of different space after all, and it will not completely fit with this world.

Although the high priest took a little effort, he was still able to use astrology divination to find out the anomalies in the overlapping spaces, and thus determine where the system space is located.

The awakened body that No. 67 put into the space last time was discovered by accident and taken away by him.

Combined with new and old grudges, No. 67 had a fight with him without saying a word. The momentum was so loud that it almost shattered the system space.

The reason why Ning Zhe saw that No. 67 turned pale was also because he was distracted to repair the space and lost too much energy.

Because of the collapse of the space, there was no winner in that fight.

Now because of Ning Zhe's presence, No. 67 didn't intend to continue, and had a silent fight with the spirit of the high priest in the air, directly frightened his spirit back, and then curled his lips and sneered.

Strength can be suppressed, but the power of the soul cannot.

Speaking of the strength of the soul, he has never been afraid of anyone except Ning Zhe before.

"Hey, I'll see you next time."

He said this on purpose, then stroked Ning Zhe's head, and his figure disappeared into the room.

The face of the high priest sank uncommonly, and the coercion became even stronger, like a god taking off his hypocritical face, and walked down the altar with a cold heart.

Ning Zhexin raised his throat, and took half a step back tremblingly, "Master, Master..."

The high priest gave him a deep look in his gray eyes, turned around without saying anything, and said calmly, "Let's go, let's go."

When Ning Zhe went out, Yunlan was already awake, leaning weakly in the arms of the high priest, her lips were pale, and the color of her eyes and eyebrows had faded a bit.

He stretched out his hand towards Ning Zhe and beckoned.

Ning Zhe walked up to him obediently, "Brother Yunlan."

The next moment, Yunlan's eyes turned cold, and she slapped her hard, "Bitch!"

Ning Zhe stared at him without hiding.

Before the slap hit his face, Xue and Ling suddenly appeared and wrapped around Yunlan's wrist, making him unable to move for a moment.

"Weishenglian, if you don't want your master to see Lord Yan, then just keep his mouth and hands in check."

Accompanied by Xue and Ling's movements, a voice as cold as ice resounded from the void, full of majesty and coldness.

After the voice finished speaking, Xue and Ling were dismissed indifferently, and sneered, "Of course, if you can't control it, I don't mind cutting it for you."

The high priest's brows and eyes were covered with frost, but he didn't intend to do anything.

Seeing this, Yunlan couldn't help being anxious, "Alian!"

The high priest glanced at him, held his wrist silently and retracted it, carried him across Ning Zhe, and commanded the divine attendant: "Take him back to the pavilion."

The god attendants all responded, stuffed Ning Zhe into the carriage and started on the road.

Ning Zhe opened the curtain of the car with dark flowers and blue cloth, and saw the high priest hugging Yunlan intimately in his arms, and took a step first.

He suddenly remembered that although he called the high priest his master, the high priest didn't seem to have hugged him once.

But he didn't dare to let the high priest hug him.

Every time the high priest looked at him, Ning Zhe felt scared, and there was always an inexplicable look in his gray eyes, as if he was judging whether his item was worth using.

Ning Zhe didn't understand before, but now he understands.

That was the high priest observing whether his vessel had fully grown.

If it grows well, it can be used.

"He will regret it."

When Ning Zhe was lying on the car window in a daze, a beautiful woman in black rode over and smiled slightly at him.

From her smile, Ning Zhe saw a bit of the little emperor's face—they were all equally noble and proud.

"How do you know?" Ning Zhe asked her.

"Probably...a woman's intuition." Ling Ji smiled lightly, and rode away without explaining too much.

Ning Zhe looked at her back, thinking of his lost sister after a long absence.

However, he no longer knew whether Xuanxuan really existed.