I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 212

Ning Zhe paused, looking at him in surprise.

No. 67 narrowed his eyes and said in a dangerous tone, "Why, you can be called Lin Yunlan, but you can't call me?"

"That's different." Ning Zhe blinked and looked serious, "Brother Yunlan and I have known each other since we were young, how can you be with..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw No. 67 gently touching Xiao Ning Zhe, and smiled at him tenderly, "Good boy, let's talk after we think about it."

"..."

Ning Zhe immediately changed his words, "How can Lin Yunlan compare with you?"

After he finished speaking, he reached out and hugged the neck of the man in front of him, and rubbed against his face, as if holding back something, he said with difficulty, "67... well, brother number 67... .. the best."

"Oh?" No. 67 squinted at him, and there was some amusement in Qingjun's eyes.

Ning Zhe nodded vigorously, with a very serious expression, "Really."

No. 67 didn't speak, and wrapped his hands around his hot body, and his porcelain-white cold fingers gently stroked his delicate skin, causing tremors where they passed.

After a while, he said, "I believe you."

Ning Zhe heaved a sigh of relief, lay peacefully in his arms, looked at him with his moist black eyes, and then at his half-covered little Ning Zhe, with a pitiful expression, "Then... ..me......"

"What's wrong?" No. 67 pretended not to understand.

Ning Zhe blushed a little, and stared at him angrily.

No. 67 was unmoved, and stared at him coldly.

Ning Zhe couldn't help clenching his hands tightly, his crimson hot body curled up lightly, and his panting became heavier and heavier.

This body is naturally sentimental, with extremely strong lust, how can it be controlled.

Ning Zhe finally couldn't bear it anymore, gently pulled No. 67's hand, climbed on top of him, panted with blurred eyes, "No. 67...help, help me..."

"What help?"

Ning Zhe bit his lip and hesitated for a long time, "Help me..."

His face was so red that he was about to bleed, he carefully leaned close to No. 67's ear, moved his lower lip slightly, and said a few words in a very low voice.

"So it's this..."

No. 67 nodded, met Ning Zhe's longing eyes, narrowed his eyes happily, and smiled at him, "What are you thinking? It hurts you too much."

"......???"

A few question marks appeared on Ning Zhe's forehead, but he couldn't understand what he meant.

Didn't you promise to help him if you speak out?

"Who made an agreement with you?" No. 67's voice was light.

Feed him a mouthful of Fei Zhe, then he picked up Ning Zhe and walked to the bathroom, stuffed him directly into the bathtub, and left.

Ning Zhe stared at him, looked at him, and looked at the lust he had aroused. He really couldn't believe that he was so flattering to him that he really just let go.

No. 67 walked out of the bathroom, closed the door with a "click", and ignored him.

Fat house falling into the water is not really falling into the water, it is transformed by the purest Shinto lotus on the Tianshan Mountain of the Jingu Temple. Drinking a sip of the medicine will cure the disease and make you happy like a fairy.

Ning Zhe's lust this time was accidental, not serious, and there was no need to do that kind of thing.

He also adjusted the water temperature in the bathroom, which was just right.

Ning Zhe will be fine after taking a shower.

No. 67 smiled, sat on the sofa, casually took a doll from the bedside, and put it in his hand, playing with it while waiting for someone.

When Ning folded it out, the doll had already been torn to pieces by him.

He looked up at Ning Zhe.

The young man was naked, his snow-white feet stepped on the carpet, his cheeks were steamed pink and soft, his two long thin white legs were dripping with water, his hair was dripping with water, and even his long black eyelashes There are steamed water droplets hanging on the clothes, and they fall on the delicate and beautiful collarbone in a blink of an eye, which is tempting for no reason.

No. 67's fingertips trembled, looked away slightly, and asked him calmly, "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes, stared at him for a while, then suddenly ran up and rushed to hug him.

No. 67 didn't check for a while, and was thrown on the bed by him.

Ning Zhe turned over and sat on his waist, staring straight at him with dark eyes, and said, "You lied to me."

No. 67 raised his eyebrows, and looked back, "When did I lie to you?"

"Just now." Ning Zhe leaned closer to his face, "You said that I called you brother, and you would help me, you lied!"

No. 67 said: "I helped you, aren't you well now?"

Ning Zhe frowned, "But what you said is obviously not the way to help."

"Then what kind of help do you want?"

"that is......"

The topic came back out of nowhere, and Ning Zhe suddenly closed his mouth and stared at No. 67.

No. 67 laughed, steamed the water off his body, pulled the blanket from the side to wrap him, and hugged him.

"Why do you think about that kind of thing every day? I told you that masturbation hurts your body, and your energy and blood are weak."

Ning Zhe bit his wrist and said viciously, "It's all your fault for touching!"

No. 67 let him bite, and after a while, when he calmed down and went to play, he hugged him, and slightly restrained his expression, "Ning Zhe, I want to ask you something, did the high priest... Has this ever been done to you?"

Ning Zhe was originally putting together the parts of the doll in his arms, but when he heard this, his fingers paused, thinking of something, his eyes fell silent, and he didn't speak for a while.

Number 67 looked at him silently.

After a while, Ning Zhe lowered his head and continued to play with the doll, and said indifferently, "No."

No. 67 stopped talking, and slightly retracted his arms, hugging him tighter.

Ning Zhe's expression remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

On the evening of 67th, I made a bowl of fried rice with eggs for Ning Zhe. I figured it was about the same time, so I sent Ning Zhe out.

It was still dark outside at this time.

Yunlan will wake up faintly.

He was operated on by No. 67, and he can't remember what happened before.

Ning Zhe told him that he just fell asleep.

Yun Lan doubted in her heart, but she couldn't think of any other reason, so she could only believe it.

The two flesh-eating Gus in Ning Zhe's body had already been eliminated by No. 67, but Yun Lan didn't know it, and thought that Ning Zhe was being tortured.

Ning Zhe had done a lot of acting in front of him along the way, without causing him the slightest suspicion.

On the other hand, Su woke up and looked at him several times, with deep meaning in his eyes, making people unable to figure it out.

Lingji always looked at him from a distance, never approaching him, and only came over to stop Yunlan when he was bullying him.

It is said that she belongs to Ning Zhi. Although Yunlan hates her, there is nothing he can do about her. After all, before he has become a godhead, he has to rely on Dayue for some things, and he cannot offend Ning Zhi.

With Ling Ji around, Ning Zhe's road is not too difficult.

The high priest appeared once on the way to take a few drops of Ning Zhe's blood, but he was never seen.

Ning Zhe held his index finger, which was pierced by the silver needle, and cried to No. 67 aggrievedly.

No. 67 had black lines on his face and put a Band-Aid on him.

Ning Zhe curiously asked him why there were always so many weird things, No. 67 looked mysterious and refused to tell him, insisting on making him call him brother.

Ning Zhe wondered why he was struggling with the title "Brother", especially when he called Yun Lan, No. 67 would relentlessly press him down, asking him to call him too, just follow... .

Ning Zhe frowned, a little hard to describe.

Huo Chen raised several snow wolves, and every time he was thrown over, those snow wolves would scramble to bite his meat, but there was always one of them who couldn't squeeze through, so he could only pitifully surround him. Watching him being bitten from outside the circle, and then gnawing some broken meat and bones on the ground.

Ning Zhe felt that number 67 was a bit like that snow wolf.

Of course, he would never tell No. 67 about this, otherwise this person would definitely grab him and beat him up.

In fact, he thinks the title "brother" is closer, but if No. 67 likes him to call him brother, that's okay.

Ning Zhe thought so, hugged No. 67's neck, and called him brother obediently.

No. 67's face softened obviously, he patted his head, and told him that he would know later.

Ning Zhe doesn't like this sentence very much, he doesn't know if he has a future.

In the Zongheng Pavilion before, before they knew Ning Yan, they lived a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife, and every day they lived was counted as a day, and they never dared to hope for a future.

But because it was what No. 67 said, Ning Zhe didn't refute, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing the small strip of cloth on his finger, Yun Lan thought it was bandaged by himself, and didn't say much.

As the group got closer to the capital, Yun Lan would torture him less, and people would disappear more often.

Ning Zhe asked No. 67, and No. 67 said that he had gone to see the high priest and was preparing for the recasting of the godhead.

They are now parked in a city not far from the king.

It is relatively close to the capital of the king, and has not been invaded by the demons. There are many refugees on the street, but it can still be regarded as prosperous.

Ning Zhe was arranged in an inn, and the high priest was not far from him. Now that Yun Lan was with him, Ning Zhe was left alone.

No. 67 showed up, sat beside the couch, and tucked the quilt for him, "Sleep, Lin Yunlan won't provoke you again tonight."

Ning Zhe looked at him with wide eyes, "Why? How do you know?"

No. 67 said, "If I say no, I won't. Why do you get so many?"

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, lay back down again, and stopped talking on the couch.

No. 67 leaned on his bedside with his hands behind his back, and his eyes fell on the dim candlelight on the table. His eyes were deep and deep, and his perfectly lined profile was flickered, and the light and shadow interlaced, adding a cold texture.

Ning Zhe looked at him for a while, then suddenly said: "No. 67."

"Huh?" Number 67 turned to look at him.

Ning Zhe was lying on the bed, circling the corner of his clothes with his fingers, and asked: "Master... the high priest said that I am a container, is it true?"

"Yunlan is the god, I'm just a container for him, I stole his things, isn't that right?"

No. 67 said nothing.

Ning Zhe knew what he meant.

He didn't really care about these, and nothing belonged to him, but he felt a little uncomfortable after all.

He looked up at the handsome man in front of him, and his fingers tightened slightly, "Is the person number 67 was looking for, Yun Lan too?"