mousepad-d2 Chapter 210 Are you going to lock me up?
Chapter 210 Are you going to lock me up?
No. 67 is actually playing cartoons.
When the music sounded, Ning Zhe couldn't care less about whether he could support himself or not, a carp sat up from No. 67's arms, opened his eyes wide and looked at the screen, he was completely different from the lazy salted fish just now.
On the second day after No. 67 left, he had already watched all the unlocked cartoons. He hadn't watched any cartoons for more than ten days, so he would naturally be very excited.
No. 67 raised his long eyebrows, but he didn't say anything. He reached out to stabilize his waist, and leaned lazily on the sofa to watch with him.
Ning Zhe raised his head, his black pupils were reflected by the color screen, and a bright galaxy fell down. It was rare to have a bit of vitality that he should have at his age.
He was watching a cartoon, and No. 67 was looking at him, his eyes were deep and shallow, and Ning Zhe's shadow was all reflected in it.
After looking at it for a long time, he closed his eyes, controlled a wisp of light blue smoke around his body to disappear, and exited the system space.
The flow rate in the system space is different from that of the outside world. Ning Zhe spent most of the day in the space, but to the outside it is actually only half an hour.
The sky is not bright yet, and the morning light is hazy.
Yun Lan, who was fainted by him on the couch, had already woken up faintly, calling Ning Zhe's name in a daze.
No. 67 controlled the somewhat illusory figure to walk in front of him.
"Is it... Aning?"
Yun Lan blinked hard, then looked up at him.
But he couldn't see anything clearly.
There was a blur in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly, only a figure standing beside him.
Yunlan opened her eyes slightly, and stretched out her hand in front of her in disbelief, "I...I can't see clearly..."
No. 67 looked at him indifferently, without speaking.
"No...no! How could this be...I don't want it!"
Yunlan screamed suddenly, covered her face in a collapse, her nails dug deep into her skin, and she felt a little crazy.
"Yesterday was fine, how could it be..."
He shook his head and muttered a few times, suddenly remembered something, suddenly stood up and grabbed Ning Zhe's skirt, staring at him, "Ning Zhe! Is it you! Are you hurting me! Damn bitch, do you think What are you? You are just a container and a slave of mine! How dare you attack me, how dare you!"
No. 67 stared at him expressionlessly, and suddenly thought that Ning Zhe had been abused and tortured like this in the past ten days when he was away, and he could not resist.
It's no wonder that the value of being abused quickly rushed to [-]% in a short period of time, and even the value continued to grow wildly after breaking through the top.
He moved his eyes, closed them slightly, stretched out his hand unhurriedly, and slowly grabbed Yunlan's neck from the air, and suddenly lifted him into the air with force, his five fingers tightened quickly.
Yunlan's pupils opened slightly, and the harsh voice of resentment and insults immediately stuck in her throat, her face flushed rapidly, her mouth opened wide and she couldn't breathe.
"You...you're not..."
He is not Ning Zhe!
Yunlan quickly looked around the room with those blurry eyes, but she didn't see anyone else.
Ning Zhe is gone...
Realizing this, he suddenly panicked, clasped his hand tightly and struggled, and forced out a few sounds in his throat, "Ning Zhe...you put him... .make him......"
He obviously scolded Ning Zhe so viciously just now, but now that he has disappeared, he starts to panic and worry again, as if he valued Ning Zhe so much.
However, Number 67 knows the nature of this man well.
He controls Ning Zhe, is jealous, and is even more inferior.
The upbringing in the past period, as well as Ning Zhe's wholehearted dependence and closeness, made him regard Ning Zhe as his own.
But later this possession became disobedient and left him, and it became more dazzling day by day. When he felt that he was surpassed by an inferior pet, the long-standing jealousy in his heart finally broke out.
He subconsciously began to realize one thing, he was no match for Ning Zhe, or in other words, he didn't even have the qualifications to compare with Ning Zhe.
His pride and arrogance all along wouldn't allow him to admit it.
When he couldn't control Ning Zhe, he started to hate him, wanted him to die, wanted him to go to hell.
However, once Ning Zhe's life and death are completely in his hands again, it will awaken the despicable desire to control in his bones.
Because of his low self-esteem, that's why he crazily surrendered to Ning Zhe, and because he knew that Ning Zhe didn't see him in his eyes, he did everything possible to torture him and get his attention.
Only when his figure was reflected with painful tears in those eyes, he could feel that he was the master of Ning Zhe, and only then could he feel happy emotions.
Yunlan's happiness is based on Ning Zhe's pain. He relies on Ning Zhe, hates Ning Zhe, and subconsciously fears Ning Zhe.
Everything is caused by the despicable desire for control and self-esteem that is born in this person's blood.
No. 67 was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, he didn't intend to be with the high priest, and it was useless to keep Yunlan, so he moved his fingers more vigorously.
Yun Lan's canthus was completely cracked, her red pupils stared at him, and she desperately reached out to grab him, "Give it back, I...Ning Zhe...my... "
No. 67 narrowed his eyes in a dangerous arc, and was about to kill him directly, when he suddenly heard Ning Zhe call him in the system space.
The illusory figure disappeared in an instant, and No. 67 returned to his mind, looking down at the child in his arms.
He was holding a fruit plate and eating purple grapes, mouthful, his hand was full of juice.
Seeing the answer from No. 67, he turned his head, pointed to the still image on the screen, and looked at him with big pure black eyes, "It's over."
Number 67 stared at him for a moment.
This is an extended version of the animated New Year's greetings movie, how can I finish it so quickly, the screen controller was originally placed on the coffee table, but now it has been moved a little outside, and the grape juice in Ning Zhe's hand is still stained on it.
He sighed inwardly, he didn't expose Ning Zhe after all, moved his fingertips slightly, and changed him to another movie.
Ning Zhezai took a careful look at him, his eyes were slightly bent, and he turned his head to continue watching the movie.
No. 67 twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
This child's heart is like a bright mirror, but his mouth is a gourd with its mouth sawn off, and he doesn't say anything.
He bald and loosened Ning's soft black hair, hugged him in his arms, put his chin on the top of his head, and asked softly, "Why don't you let me not do it?"
Ning Zhe looked at him suspiciously, "Don't ask me if you don't understand what you're talking about".
No. 67 shook his head, grabbed his face and rubbed it, and turned around: "Watch TV."
Ning Zhe made it clear that he would not let him kill Yunlan, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart, but he couldn't leave Yunlan alone.
When Ning Zhe was not paying attention, 67 went out to clear the memories in Yunlan's mind just now.
It can't be killed, but it's always okay to leave some gifts. No. 67 sneered, tapped Yunlan a few times, and a few clouds of smoke seeped into his forehead silently.
Next room.
The long eyelashes of the man in white who was sitting quietly on the couch lowered his eyes slightly, opened his eyes slightly, and turned his eyes to the wall, his indifferent eyes seemed to be able to see the scene on the opposite side clearly through the thick stone wall.
But soon, he closed his eyes again and bowed his head in silence.
After Ning Zhe finished watching the movie, No. 67 didn't chase him out, so he lay on the sofa and played with the doll.
The colors in the system space are mostly black, gray and white, with a concise and cool office style, but since Ning Zhe came here, it has been filled with various colorful little things.
From the large sofa bed to the big screen, to a whole row of exquisite and elegant wardrobes, a huge and comfortable bathtub, and all kinds of small toys, everything is prepared for Ning Zhe.
I don't know when, No. 67 has forgotten his real purpose of coming here, and he fell into his previous fate again.
Sitting behind the desk, No. 67 pulled out the system panel, looked at the various instructions flashing on it, and couldn't help pinching the space between his eyebrows.
These instructions have been handed down long before entering the Demon Realm. Most of them are side missions that require Ning Zhe to lurk beside those men to earn strategy points. They were all infected by No. 67 with a virus and thrown into the trash can went.
But without the energy supply of side missions, he can't recover his strength. In addition, the injury he suffered because of violating the system rules last time has not healed. Now his strength has been greatly weakened. I am afraid that even Ning Zhe can easily bring him down.
No. 67 stared at the side mission with fixed eyebrows, and fell silent.
Ning Zhe called him several times, but when he didn't answer, he walked up to him barefoot, grabbed his clothes, climbed onto his lap and sat down.
These instructions are all data, No. 67 is not worried that Ning Zhe can understand, so he lowered his expression and looked down at him, "What's wrong."
Ning Zhe looked up at him, "I called you several times."
"Sorry, I didn't hear." No. 67 softened his eyes and stroked his hair, "What's wrong."
"I want to go out."
No. 67 raised his eyebrows, "Why?"
"I want to go out." Ning Zhe stared at him without blinking.
No. 67 leaned back slightly, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked at him indifferently, "What are you going out for?"
Ning Zhe looked at him with a frown and didn't speak.
"Here you will not be wronged or tortured. I will make you whatever you want to eat, you can watch cartoons as you like, and I will give you whatever you want." No. 67 smiled, looked at him, "Why are you going out?"
"You're going to lock me up?"
"No." No. 67 shook his head, and handed him a bunch of keys, "You can come and go here as you like, as long as you hold the key and move your mind, you can go out."
No. 67 smiled, "Of course, you can come in anytime."
Ning Zhe was silent, took the key, rubbed his fingertips for a moment, and answered his question just now: "It's for the mission."
No. 67 said nothing.
Ning Zhe leaned down, put his arms around his neck, leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
In the next instant, his figure disappeared into the space.
The doll fell from mid-air, No. 67 reached out to catch it, and looked down for a while, with no emotion in his eyes.
He glanced at the young man lying quietly beside Yunlan outside the space, and disappeared with a movement.
When it reappeared, it was next to the bloody deep pit of the central altar of the king's city.
Chapter 210 You Are Shameless
No. 67 has already heard from Xue and Aya what happened here.
Thousands of demons were slaughtered in one day.
The Demon Realm has become an empty city, and the culprit is Ning Zhe, the son of God who was set up by the Lord himself, the former emperor of Da Yue.
From now on, the Demon Race will not forgive the murderer Ning Zhe, and the Human Race will not tolerate this traitor again.
The purpose of the High Priest's doing this is actually very understandable - he just wants to make Ning suffer from sin, fall into a helpless situation, and attract those masters of the stars who have not yet appeared.
No. 67 didn't intend to do what he wanted, so he wanted to kill Yunlan and take Ning Zhe away.
However, looking at Ning Zhe's previous performance, it seems that he has other plans.
No. 67 didn't want to hinder him, but it was more than enough to do something else to cause trouble for the high priest.
He hooked his lower lip and walked to the edge of the pit.
The deep pit under the altar was covered with the blue blood of the demons. Ji Yi and Chi Yue had been taken to Dayue by the high priest and imprisoned.
Too much resentment is slowly gathering at the bottom of the pit, forming a thick black mist, baring its teeth and claws.
This scene is somewhat similar to the grievances formed by the [-] soldiers of Dayue.
This plane pays attention to the reincarnation of cause and effect.
If these resentful souls killed by Ning Zhe are allowed to take shape and harm the world, they will bring endless evil obstacles, just like those [-] resentful spirits.
And in the end, all these blood crimes will be reported to Ning Zhe.
When Ning Zhe really became a heinous sinner, the high priest had a legitimate reason when he captured Ning Zhe's soul to cast Yunlan's godhead, and the chance of winning was even greater.
How could number 67 make him successful.
At the beginning, it was hard to hide Yunlan's fate by crossing the sea, so naturally, the success will not fall short at this time.
He spent a few points, exchanged for a storage vessel from the system mall, and put all the resentful souls into the vessel and put them into the system space.
The system space belongs to the isolated plane and is not connected to this world, so once the resentful soul enters the space, those sins have nothing to do with Ning Zhe.
After doing this, No. 67 gathered other demons who were not yet extinct and summoned a spirit group to treat them.
Several young demon generals knelt down to thank him for saving his life, and earnestly asked for his name.
No. 67 originally saw that their lives were not in danger, so he planned to leave directly, but when he heard this sentence, he stopped in his footsteps, and he didn't know what to think, the corners of his lips curled up, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
"Lu Ning, my name is Lu Ning."
In the eyes of the demons, he was surrounded by light smoke, his face and figure could not be seen clearly, and his whole person was extremely mysterious and powerful.
Mozu silently read his name a few times in his heart, knelt down and respectfully said: "Today's life-saving grace will be repaid like a bull and a horse! From now on, Shan Fan Lu Ning has an order, and we are willing to overcome all obstacles and eliminate threats for you. !"
No. 67 glanced at several people, said nothing, and his figure turned into a light blue mist, which slowly dissipated.
When he returned to Ning Zhe, he had already been taken by Yunlan and was on his way back to the capital of Dayue King.
The high priest was missing, and Yun Lan sat in the carriage with him in his arms, Ling Ji and Su Xing accompanied him.
No. 67 landed gently beside him, his figure was invisible, and no one was disturbed.
"... Do you like it?" He heard Yun Lan chuckling and asking Ning Zhe what happened the moment he came.
Ning Zhe lowered his eyes, his body trembled violently, and extreme panic and anxiety appeared in his eyes.
He looked very scared, but he didn't dare to disobey Yunlan. He clenched his clothes tightly with his fingers and nodded obediently, "Hi, like..."
Yunlan raised his chin with her fingers, and asked him with a smile, "Really? Didn't Aning lie to brother Yunlan?"
Ning Zhe looked like he was about to cry, and his body shook like a sieve, "Don't dare, Ah Ning, Ah Ning didn't lie..."
Yunlan smiled softer, "That's good, I'm afraid that Aning won't like it, the meat-eating Gu is highly poisonous, once it dies in the body, it will instantly paralyze the heart, causing severe convulsions and suffocation."
He leaned over, touched Ning's folded face, and gently moved his fingers to his earlobe, "I know that Ning has a special body and will not die, but it is uncomfortable to be suffocated alive, so Ning should protect it well, don't let it die." he died."
Ning Zhe opened his eyes wide in horror, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a soft and yellowed mollusk appearing in Yunlan's hand, and put it into his ear.
"Do not......"
Ning Zhe was so horrified that he stopped breathing instantly, his blood was cold, and his body was too stiff to move, "Don't... Brother Yunlan, take it out..."
"Why did you take it out? Didn't Aning say that he liked it?" Yun Lan looked at him puzzled and withdrew her hand.
The worm lost control and began to slowly move towards his ear.
Ning Zhe could clearly feel the disgusting and frightening touch.
His body trembled slightly, and tears of fear burst out of his eyes immediately, "No, please...A Ning is afraid, A Ning will be obedient, take it out, brother Yunlan, please take it out?"
Yunlan's eyes were cold, but she still looked at him with a smile, "Be good, Ah Ning, don't cry, and it won't hurt anymore. Otherwise, the more you cry, the more uncomfortable your brother will feel, and the meat-eating Gu will become more manic. The pain is more than one or two."
What he meant was that Ning Zhe was too noisy.
Ning Zhe didn't dare to disobey him, and forcibly held back his crying, but his body twitched uncontrollably, and the smile on Yun Lan's face became more and more obvious.
The worm had completely crawled into his ear by this time.
He was panting rapidly, his pupils gradually dilated, tears rolled down silently, and his expression was extremely desperate.
No. 67 watched quietly from the side, stretched out his hand to his ear unhurriedly, a wisp of light smoke reached into his ear and wrapped the bug, crushed it with his fingertips, smashed the disgusting thing to pieces, and even the ashes were gone. Not a little left.
Ning Zhe's eyes suddenly widened.
In Yunlan's eyes, he thought it was the bugs that had already entered, and he felt the pain.
"How are you feeling, Aning?"
"I, I..." Ning Zhe's eyes were a little dazed.
No. 67 leaned close to his face, stretched out the tip of her tongue and kissed the teardrop in the corner of his eye, and wiped away the teardrop.
Ning Zhe's eyelashes trembled violently, and he almost stood up.
"Does it hurt?" Yunlan looked at him worriedly.
Ning Zhe stared straight at him, a little lost in his pupils.
No. 67 hooked his lips, put his thin lips around the tips of his ears, and blew gently into his ears, "Why don't you act, your brother Yunlan is asking you something."
"6......"
"Shh."
No. 67's cold fingers lightly stood on his lips, and his thin lips pressed against his ear and breathed ambiguously, "Don't say it, if you say it, it will reveal your secrets."
Ning Zhe opened his lips slightly in astonishment, and the cold and slender finger brushed along the cracks of his lips, stretched into his mouth, snapped his teeth, and touched the tip of his tongue and mouth.
Ning Zhe raised his head uncontrollably, and his eyes gradually became hazy.
Yun Lan couldn't see No. 67. Seeing that Ning Zhe's face was quickly stained with a blurred blush, she reacted strangely, and her eyes couldn't help showing a trace of suspicion, "A Ning? What's wrong with you?"
Ning Zhe opened his mouth, "I..."
As soon as he spoke, he inevitably licked the fingers in his mouth, slurring his words.
Yun Lan became more and more strange.
No. 67 bent down, put the other arm around his waist and put it in his arms, and whispered in his ear, "Please explain carefully."
Ning Zhe pressed against his chest, felt the familiar breath, his face turned redder, his mind was in a mess, but number 67 kept teasing him, he didn't know what to say.
He simply frowned, let out a cry of pain, closed his eyes and pretended to die of pain.
"A Ning?"
Yun Lan frowned, and stepped forward to check his injuries.
No. 67's eyes suddenly turned cold, and with a wave of his hand, he was hit hard against the side of the car wall, and passed out.
Waking up outside and feeling the movement, he tapped on the car window lightly, "Mr. Lin? Are you all right?"
No. 67 cleared his throat, and used Yunlan's voice to deal with him, then looked at Ning Zhe who was pretending to be dead, with a smile in his clear eyes.
He bent down, stretched his hand through Ning Zhe's waist, picked him up and carried him into the system space, and threw him onto the sofa bed.
Ning Zhe couldn't help but exclaimed, got up and sat watching him.
No. 67 pressed up, put his arms beside his ears on both sides, and smiled slightly, "Brother Yunlan? Are you calling so intimately?"
Ning Zhe flinched, stepped back, pursed his lips and looked at him without speaking.
"You said that for the sake of the mission, I can not hinder you, but what does the mission have to do with him?"
Ning Zhe looked straight at him with black eyes, and said fearlessly: "Then this is my business, what does it have to do with you?"
No. 67 lightly touched his lower body through the cloth.
Ning Zhe suddenly widened his eyes, bent down and covered his little Ning Zhe, wrapped in the quilt and rolled to the wall, staring at him vigilantly.
"Does it still have nothing to do with me?" No. 67 looked indifferent.
Ning Zhe blushed and stammered angrily, "You, you are shameless!"
This person did it on purpose. He knew that his body couldn't stand being teased, but he deliberately touched him in front of Yun Lan, making him almost uncontrollably in heat!
No. 67 grabbed his slender ankle, dragged him over and held him tightly, and looked down at him, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Ning Zhe turned his head, pursed his lips and said nothing.
His cheeks were as red as if they were about to bleed, and his eyes were a little blurred. It was all thanks to his sanity that he didn't fall into the wave of lust.
How could it not be uncomfortable, just knowing the reason.
No. 67 smiled lowly, "Please."
Ning Zhe would not follow his wishes, he would not even look at him.
No. 67 bent down, took off his clothes, and held the thing in his mouth.
Ning Zhe's body trembled violently for an instant, and he cried out.
No. 67 let go, and asked again: "Do you want to ask?"
Ning Zhe raised his head to pant, clutched the quilt under his body uncomfortablely, and looked forbearing, "You want me...what do you want?"
Thinking of Yun Lan on the 67th, his eyes darkened, and the cold hostility flashed past, "Call me brother."