I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 209

It was also at this time that Ning Zhe realized that he was no longer in the original room.

It was pitch black in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see my fingers.

There was no one around him, and he didn't smell the strong fragrance of Yunlan's body, but another familiar and cold breath lingered on the tip of his nose.

While he was in a daze, there was a sudden "click" sound.

The bright yellow and warm lights suddenly turned on, and a magnified man's face appeared in front of Ning Zhe in an instant, almost touching his nose.

Ning Zhe screamed, his body tilted, and he almost fell off the bed.

As soon as the man grabbed his waist and brought it back into his arms, he sneered above his head, "So excited to see me? Why didn't you see me when you kissed the high priest Lin Yunlan?"

Ning Zhe's eyes widened, and he looked up at him, "6...huh?"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes turned red, and a sweet and sour thing was stuffed into his mouth.

Ning Zhe paused, subconsciously took a bite, and wrinkled his little nose sourly, with an indescribable expression on his face.

To have such an expression on Ning Zhe's face is enough to show how sour it is.

No. 67 laughed, held his face lightly, and leaned over, "Is it delicious? Will you kiss him in the future?"

Ning Zhe opened his mouth and spat the core into his palm, sucking his tongue so sorely, "It's not tasty, where did you buy the candied haws?"

"I made it myself, your front teeth are so sweet, why are you still eating candy?" No. 67 sneered, pinched his wrinkled red nose, and asked, "You haven't said whether you will kiss again or not? "

As soon as he came back, he saw the scene of the cold high priest kissing Ning Zhe, and not long after he saw Yunlan sleeping with Ning Zhe intimately in his arms, his jealousy turned over and over again.

But it's okay if he doesn't say anything, Ning Zhe's eyes turned red when he said it.

No. 67 was stunned, touched his eyes with his fingers, and his voice softened unconsciously, "What's wrong."

Ning Zhe bit his lip tightly, staring straight at him with red eyes, obviously didn't say a word, but looked extremely wronged.

"Ning Zhe..."

The smile on the corners of No. 67's lips gradually disappeared, and his expression became serious. He stretched out his hand to gently hold Ning Zhe's face, pushed his index finger away from his lips, and said lightly: "Don't bite... tell me, what's wrong?" ?”

He didn't cover his face, his unparalleled handsome face was like the most noble handicraft in the world, and the gentleness between the frowning brows could make people fascinated by him.

Ning Zhe quietly looked at the coldness in his eyes, tears suddenly gushed out from his eyes, big and big drops rolled down, quickly wet his cheeks.

He rushed up and grabbed the skirt of No. 67 tightly, as if grabbing the last straw, buried his head deeply in his arms, his body trembling slightly, but he never said a word.

No. 67 was stunned for a moment, hugged him tightly, and patted his back lightly, "Okay, don't be afraid, I'm back."

Ning Zhe's body trembled more violently, his back tensed to the extreme, and he called out hoarsely, "No. 67."

No. 67 stroked his back, "I am here."

Ning Zhe took a few deep breaths, his lips trembled violently, and broken gasps rose and fell in his throat.

No. 67 patted him on the back and waited quietly.

He intuitively felt that Ning Zhe had a lot to say to him, and he still had a lot of grievances to ask him.

It's a pity that Ning Zhe didn't say a word until the end.

He only called number 67 by name, and this was the weakest side he had shown.

This person would rather swallow all the pain and anxiety in his stomach than open up and tell others about his grievances.

No. 67 frowned slightly, held the child in his arms tighter, lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair, then closed his eyes, and called Xue and Ling in his heart, "What happened while I was away. "

"Master No. 67, you, you are finally back! Woohoo Master was bullied so badly!"

Xue and Ling were not as awkward as Ning Zhe, they burst into tears as soon as they saw No. 67, like pouring beans with a clatter, and they completely explained how Yunlan bullied Ning Zhe these days.

"My lord, the master is so pitiful, can you take the master back quickly, why do you let the master suffer here, he obviously...he shouldn't have to bear this."

Xue and Aya sucked their noses, crying out of breath for a moment.

After listening to No. 67, there was a moment of silence, "Has Ning Zhe ever cried?"

Xue and Ling hiccupped, not understanding why he asked such a question, but they still said: "The master cried after hurting the young master Chiyue."

No. 67 lowered his eyes, parted the corners of his lips, and smiled.

Xue and Ling didn't understand how he could still laugh, "My lord, aren't you angry?"

No. 67 pursed her lips, her eyes were as clear as mountains and soft, "No."

Xue and Ling cried for a while, then were stunned for a while.

What's the meaning?Even Lord No. 67 wants to betray his master! ?When he thought about it, he cried even more sadly, "My lord, how could you do this! Did you just let the bad guy who hurt the master just like that!"

No. 67 rubbed Ning Zhe's jet-black long hair, wrapped his arms around his body, felt the uncontrollable trembling of his body, the gentle mountains and hazes in Mo Hua's eyes suddenly stopped, and for a moment, the wind and clouds surged, freezing thousands of miles away.

He looked down at the child in his arms, his expression was still soft, "When did I say that I would let the person who hurt him go?"

"Then..." Xue and Ling were dumbfounded.

No. 67 hooked her lips, and smiled slightly, "I'm not angry, because I don't care about dead people."

When he finished speaking, his expression was very calm, and the aura around him didn't change much, but Xue and Ling shuddered violently, and a coldness and fear suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't tell Ning Zhe about the things I've talked to you, or about the spirit group." No. 67 told him lightly.

Xue and Ling subconsciously shook their bodies, nodded obediently, and said in a very low voice, "I, I see, Lord No. 67."

Ning Zhe didn't know about the conversation between Xue and Ling and No. 67.

Ning Zhe was tired of crying in No. 67's arms, finally raised his head, looked at him with red eyes, sniffed, "I'm hungry."

There is no meaning of explanation at all.

Around No. 67 also understood the general situation, seeing that he didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask what happened again, just wiped the tear stains on his face with his fingertips, and asked him lightly: "What do you want to eat, I'll give it to you." Do."

He made Yunlan dizzy, the two of them are now staying in the system space, the space has everything from kitchen to home, and Ning Zhe has everything he wants to eat.

Can Ning Zhe can have anything to eat?

Just when the word "candied haws" was about to blurt out, No. 67 said unhurriedly: "Don't eat it. If you eat it again, you will lose all your teeth. Change it."

Who knows what Ning Zhe ate while he was away, and several moths were born in his teeth.

It was the first time that No. 67 had seen tooth decay in the body of demons.

It's a pity that Ning Zhe is only interested in the candied haws on the 67th. Seeing that he won't give it to him, his expression immediately froze, "Anything is fine..."

"Do you want to cook noodles?"

Ning Zhe was not very interested, nor was he in high spirits, so he let out a casual "hmm".

No. 67 patted his head, put him on his back, opened the compartment, and walked into the kitchen.

The system space adopts the most advanced space folding technology. The kitchen almost coincides with the original study room. You can enter the spacious kitchen by crossing a thin space wall.

Ning Zhe looked at all this curiously, his originally gloomy eyes slowly regained some spirit, and there seemed to be twinkling stars in his eyes.

He leaned on No. 67's back and exclaimed, "No. 67, this place is amazing."

No. 67 said "hmm", put his hand on his buttocks, and said, "Lie down." Then he put on his apron and started cooking

Ning Zhe saw No. 67 cooking for the first time.

In the past, No. 67 said that he made the candied haws himself, but Ning Zhe thought he was just joking.

Ning Zhe lay quietly on his shoulder, watching No. 67 lowering his head and concentrating on playing with those iron boxes that he couldn't understand, pointing at this one and asking what it is, and pointing at that one and asking what it is for a while. use.

While cooking the noodles, No. 67 was distracted to answer his endless strange questions, but he was still able to handle it with ease.

As soon as the noodles were put into the pot, Ning Zhe opened his eyes wide, stared at the contents of the pot without blinking, and sniffed, "It's so... delicious..."

How could there be any appearance that he was not interested in the slightest.

No. 67 turned to glance at him, "Don't you want to eat just now?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I never said that."

No. 67 raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

Upgrade the luxury top version of instant noodles, no one in this world can resist its temptation.

What's more, the instant noodles produced by the system space are green and harmless. They are carefully made through tens of thousands of processes, and they are definitely the most beautiful taste in the world.

When the noodles were cooked, Ning Zhe's saliva was already dripping down No. 67's shoulder and dripping down his collar.

No. 67 had black threads all over his head. He took him to wash his face, covered his face with a soft white towel, and wiped it carelessly.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes tightly, his face was wrinkled together, looking pitiful.

No. 67 was happy to see him change his face, and couldn't help but smile, in exchange for Ning Zhe's expressionless stare.

But after sucking and sucking the noodles, he was paralyzed on the big bed like a salted fish, unable to take a step, let alone stare at number 67.

After cleaning up the dishes, No. 67 took off his apron, walked over and pinched his face and tugged, "Get up."

Ning Zhe closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, "I can't get up."

No. 67 patted his stomach.

Ning Zhe sat up suddenly, stared, and retched his throat.

"Who told you to eat so much, you will reincarnate as a starving ghost."

Ning Zhe let him speak without refuting, just paralyzed there comfortably.

No. 67 bent down to pick him up, hugged him to the side and sat on the goose yellow sofa, with a slight movement of his fingertips, he opened the huge screen in front of him.

As if Ning Zhe felt something, his eyelashes trembled immediately, and he opened them quietly.