I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 214 Will there be relatives?no i will teach you

[Oh, No. 67, you have been discovered. 】

Ning Zhe blinked, his expression was as calm as water, and he couldn't see the slightest panic about being caught.

No. 67 was calmer than him, [He would be a ghost if he didn't find out. 】

Ever since the awakened corpse disappeared for no reason, the High Priest might have discovered his existence.

Ning Zhe looked up at the man with a face as cold as frost in front of him, and sighed in his heart, 【Then what should we do now. 】This one is not easy to fool.

【Cold salad. 】

No. 67 snorted lightly, 【I want to see what he can do to you. 】

[But...] Before Ning Zhe could finish speaking, the high priest suddenly slammed his palm at the top of his head, and the attack carried a shocking power.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes wide and took a quick step back, but he couldn't dodge it.

Seeing that palm was about to hit the top of his head——

"Get out of the way!"

No. 67 suddenly appeared, quickly wrapped his arms around Ning Zhe's waist, and raised his hand to attack the high priest.

"boom--"

Suddenly there was a loud thunder, and a huge air wave exploded from the touching palms of the two, shaking the mountains in an instant, the hurricane swept across, and the sky was full of dust.

The surrounding houses rose from the ground, and the old trees were rooted to the bottom. The guards on both sides had no time to dodge, and were even directly sent flying into the sky by the aftermath of the attack.

Half of Ning Zhe's body was blown up, and he was spinning in mid-air. Fortunately, he grabbed No. 67's clothes immediately, so that he didn't fly away like those god servants.

"Are you all right?" No. 67 casually asked him when the hurricane stopped.

Ning Zhe was wrapped up by Xue and Ling and fell to the ground. He shook his head and said nothing.

No. 67 turned his head and saw that the child's eyes were blurred, he was shaking his head, his feet were constantly circling, and he couldn't even stand firmly.

Seeing number 67 looking back, Ning Zhe rubbed his head, "One, two, three... eh? Why are there so many numbers 67?"

He blinked, "No. 67, you, don't turn your head away, my eyes seem a little...frizzled..."

This time, before he even finished speaking, his feet slipped and he fell forward.

No. 67 has black lines all over his face.

Who the hell is running around.

He took a step forward to catch Ning Zhe's body, put one arm through his armpit to pick him up, and pinched his fleshy face with the other hand. He could see clearly, how many numbers 67 are there? "

Ning Zhe blinked his dark eyes, looked at him fixedly, and grinned: "Two."

No. 67's forehead jumped, and he really wanted to let go and let him fall to the ground.

Ning Zhe saw his intention, and immediately stretched out his hand to grab his neck, "Wrong, wrong, don't fall!"

No. 67 pinched him under the armpit, lifted him into the air, and pretended to let go, "Nonsense, how could you be wrong? If the whole world is wrong, you are right."

"Ah!" Ning Zhe screamed, kicking his feet in mid-air in a hurry, hugged No. 67's arm tightly, and cried loudly, "Don't play anymore! It's not fun at all, let it go!" I'm going down!"

The high priest over there looked indifferently at the two people who seemed to be fighting with each other. For some reason, an unspeakable anger suddenly arose in his heart, which had never been ups and downs.

He looked coldly at the short-haired man in black who was holding Ning Zhe, his whole body was imposing, "Who are you?"

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then turned his head blankly.

It's over, blame No. 67, he forgot the high priest.

No. 67 pinched him into his arms, and glanced over casually. His fine black hair brushed across his fair forehead, and the brilliance in his clear and dark pupils flashed for a moment, which was breathtaking.

The high priest narrowed his eyes lightly, and the foggy eyes showed vigilance and scrutiny.

Seeing this, No. 67 raised his eyebrows and smiled, with an extremely casual attitude, "What's none of your business?"

Ning Zhe has already tasted the consequences of angering the high priest, and the taste is not good.

The man in white looked as compassionate as a god, but in reality he was extremely cruel and ruthless.

Sure enough, when he heard what No. 67 said, his pupils suddenly darkened a little, the bottom of his pupils was filled with thick fog, and his aura was extremely dangerous.

"The matter of resentment on Yunlan's body is your fault."

Although he was asking, his tone was affirmative, and No. 67 did not refute, and sneered, "Yunlan? Isn't he your master? The priest is a dog, but he calls his master by his name, is that okay? "

The high priest's eyes suddenly turned cold, and countless dense ice blades shot towards No. 67, with a murderous aura.

Ning Zhe subconsciously grasped the skirt of No. 67.

No. 67 covered his eyes with one hand, and with a wave of his sleeve, the blue smoke billowing from his side quickly rushed up to block those sharp ice blades.

When the high priest saw this, more ice blades condensed from behind and shot towards them. Each piece placed outside was a powerful attack that could kill a person in an instant.

No. 67's expression sank, and he immediately controlled the green smoke beside him to form a thick barrier.

The dense ice blades like a rain of arrows pierce through the thin layers of smoke, break through all obstacles and approach quickly, and finally stop suddenly within an inch of his eyes, it is almost a close call.

The tips of the knives hung in front of him and Ning Zhe with a icy cold light, and they kept making trembling and humming sounds. If Ning Zhe opened his eyes, his heart might stop beating in shock.

Fortunately, he was covered by No. 67, so he couldn't see anything. He could only hear strange noises in his ears.

He moved a little, raised his head and asked No. 67, "What's wrong?"

No. 67 silently wiped a drop of cold sweat from his forehead, carefully removed the blade in front of Ning Zhe, moved his body behind him, coughed lightly, and said lightly: "It's okay, it's a small matter, it seems that you Master's strength is nothing more than this."

Ning Zhe was puzzled: "But your heart is beating so hard."

Number 67: "..."

Damn it, you failed to forcibly restore your respect.

Who knew that the High Priest was so strong, his strength completely exceeded the limit of this plane, no wonder he was able to steal his awakened body without him knowing, but he had two tricks.

No. 67 patted Ning Zhe on the head, and said lightly: "The sky is dry and the things are dry, the heart rhythm is abnormal, how normal, children, don't always be surprised."

"..." Ning Zhe thought for a while and decided to give him face, and nodded vigorously, with a sincere tone, "Number 67 is really amazing!"

"..."

Damn it, don't believe me.

When he recovered his energy, the next ten Weishenglians would be no match for him.

He glanced at the impeccably handsome man in white, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his eyebrows frivolously, "Ning Zhe, I'll take it away first, and I'll return it to you tomorrow, you already have a master, always It’s not good to distract others, right?”

The high priest stared at him coldly, "Put him down."

No. 67 chuckled, and kissed Ning Zhe on the face in front of him, "Why? My person, I will hold him for the rest of my life, and never let go."

Ning Zhe's ear tips trembled imperceptibly, his voice trembling, "You, what are you doing?"

No. 67 covered his eyes, and softly coaxed in his ear: "Baby, give me a kiss."

Ning Zhe's eyelids twitched, and No. 67 whispered before he could refuse, "I'll show you a new cartoon."

Without further ado, Ning Zhe immediately stood on tiptoe and hugged him around the neck, and slapped him hard on the face, saliva covered No. 67's face, leaving a red mark with such force, it looked very funny.

"..."

Damn it, forget it, the form doesn't matter, as long as the purpose is achieved.

No. 67 glanced at the high priest provocatively, sneered, folded Ning into his arms, and slowly disappeared in place.

"Put him down!"

The high priest's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a huge storm rolled up around him, and he suddenly launched an extremely powerful attack.

Ning Zhe squinted his eyes because of the wind, and when he saw the high priest's frosty gray eyes from the corner of his eye, his expression froze slightly.

Something was blown into his face by the wind.

Ning Zhe reached out to touch his face, and touched a soft petal.

Snow-colored and dust-free, crystal clear as jade—the petals of the Shinto lotus.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and Ning Zhe was in a daze when he was suddenly thrown onto the sofa bed by No. 67, and his body bounced twice on the soft sofa bed.

No. 67 leaned over to his side, stared at him and said, "Is there anyone as close as you? Will you be close? No, I can teach you."

Ning Zhe held the petals in his hands, looked a little dazed, and didn't speak for a while.

Number 67 called him again, but Ning Zhe was still absent-minded.

No. 67 frowned, lowered his head and approached his face, opened his mouth to enclose his pink lips, and bit them lightly between his lips and teeth.

Ning Zhe was in pain, and suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes gradually became focused.

"number 67?"

"What are you thinking?"

Ning Zhe glanced at the petals in his hand, frowned slightly, and said nothing.

No. 67 stared at him for a while, then sighed, "Forget it, let's talk about it when you want to."

He straightened up, turned to turn on the big screen in the study, stroked Ning Zhe's head, and asked him, "Watching TV?"

Ning Zhe's eyes lit up, "A new sheep?"

"No, new bear."

He hugged Ning Zhe and watched TV all afternoon.

Ning Zhe thought his eyes hurt, so he turned off the TV on the 67th, rubbed his eyes, and went to the kitchen to make him something to eat.

"Aren't you going back today?"

"Not going back."

Ning Zhe blinked, "The High Priest and Yunlan will be angry."

"Don't care what that couple does." No. 67 snorted coldly, and kissed his eyes, "Didn't it mean that the eyes are uncomfortable, and I'll go to bed after dinner."

Ning Zhe obediently said "Oh", and took two mouthfuls of rice while holding the bowl.

After eating, No. 67 was washing the dishes, and Ning went to take a shower.

After taking a shower and climbing into bed, No. 67 came over to cover him with a quilt, held his face and kissed him, and said, "Good night."

Ning Zhe stared straight at him, as if there were stars in his eyes.

No. 67 smiled, and covered his eyes, "What are you looking at, go to sleep."

The corners of Ning Zhe's lips curled up, and he responded, retracted into the soft blanket, and gently closed his eyes.

Only then did he realize that there seemed to be something extra on his neck, so he looked down without paying much attention.

As a result, he was startled when he saw this, and he turned over and sat up suddenly, staring at No. 67 with wide eyes.

"What's the matter?" No. 67 raised his head from a pile of data, his dark eyes still had a cold inorganic metallic luster, inexplicably majestic.

Ning Zhe grabbed the delicate porcelain-white bone flute around his neck with trembling hands, and stammered incompletely, "The high priest...the bone flute...you, you..."