I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 190 He has only been away for a few days, and Ning Zhe even has a child? ?

The young master's eyes were red and swollen, he muttered twice, and hummed two words in a low voice: "...Master."

Ning Zhe let him go with satisfaction.

The young master calmed down, followed Ning Zhe into the hall with his short legs, sobbing.

Ning Zhe asked the maid to bring in hot water, picked up a delicate and lovely horn on the young master's head, and threw it into the tub without any hassle.

The bath tub is a glazed jade bucket specially ordered by Anwei Seventeen according to Ning Zhe's height, and the water is very deep.

As soon as the young lord entered the water, he was submerged above his head, and the little short hand fluttered several times before spitting bubbles to surface with difficulty.

The hot water soaked the bruises on his buttocks, and the pain was piercing.

He struggled to grab the rim of the bucket, staring at Ning Zhe with anger in his eyes, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Ning Zhe glanced at him, "Wash it clean."

The young master curled his lips, as if he wanted to cry or not, he was aggrieved and angry, and simply played his temper, "If you don't wash, you don't have the strength."

As soon as he lets go, he will fall and be drowned, how to wash it!

Ning Zhe didn't care about him, opened the bead curtain and walked out.

"Ning Zhe! You come back to the deity!"

Seeing that the boy didn't turn his head back, the Young Master angrily slapped the surface of the water.

As soon as he let go, his body sank again, and he managed to climb up after swallowing several mouthfuls of water, his eyes were red again.

After staring at the bead curtain for several times, after confirming that Ning Zhe really didn't care about him, the young lord bit his lip and picked up the towel aggrievedly, and silently cleaned his body.

Ning Zhe waited for about half a cup of tea, and saw him twisting his body, covering his body with a towel, and walking out slowly.

He was not even as tall as a barrel, yet he managed to climb out desperately.I fell on the ground again just now, my butt hurts like hell, and I can't walk steadily.

But after all, I haven't forgotten my shame, remember to cover my body.

As soon as Ning Zhe stretched out his hand, he took the towel he used to expose his body, and flicked the slender little lord between his crotch, "What are you covering, it's so small, who wants to see you?"

"You are presumptuous!" The young venerable master with red eyes rushed forward and bit his wrist so hard that blood was seen.

Ning Zhe didn't hide, he looked at the young lord's angry appearance, and couldn't help but think of the scene where he pressed himself under him and humiliated him not long ago.

He really wanted to strip the child naked and throw him out, humiliate and flog him severely in public, so that everyone could come and see how the majestic young lord was trampled under his feet and couldn't turn over.

He also thought about it.

This body does not belong to Young Master alone, but also belongs to Chi Yue and the Seventeenth Dark Guard.

Seventeen deserves it, but Chi Yue is innocent, he would rather Zhe not love to owe others.

And it's boring.

Although taking revenge on someone like the Young Master, insulting him is far more severe than killing him, but Ning Zhe doesn't like that.

He prefers to kill people cleanly with a knife in his hand.

Ning Zhe likes the sense of absolute control that ends the opponent's life.

His eyes were too indifferent now, the young master felt chills all over after biting, he couldn't help but let go, and when he raised his head, he met Shang Ning Zhe's dark pupils with no emotion at all.

The young master took two steps back, his pupils were wide open, and fear instantly swept through his whole body, and his hair exploded immediately.

The days in the Demon Realm are short, and after so long, the sky is already dark.

Ning Zhe didn't bother to talk to him, didn't even look at the young lord, he washed himself and climbed onto the couch to sleep.

The Young Master hesitated for a moment, moved to his side slowly, and climbed onto his bed carefully.

Seeing that Ning Zhe didn't respond, he got into the bed with confidence, sighed comfortably, and closed his eyes.

He was exposed to the rain for a whole day, and was stripped naked by the cruel thing around him and beat him. His body was so cold that he lost consciousness. He was tired, hungry and aching. Now being able to lie on the bed and sleep is already a great happiness and satisfaction. .

Unexpectedly, just as he closed his eyes, Ning Zhe suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked him off the couch.

The Young Master's chubby body rolled on the ground several times, and it was the maid who helped him stop him.

He felt that he had lost all face, and immediately became furious, pointing at Ning Zhe and wanting to curse at him.

The maid was startled, and quickly covered his mouth, "Honorable Lord, please calm down, Lord Shenzi doesn't like to be around others when he is resting, may this servant take you to the cubicle to rest?"

Why!

This is his demon domain!He can't sleep yet!

The Young Master pursed his lips, his pink face pouted slightly, his big eyes twinkled with water, and he was terribly wronged.

The maid was going to be softened by him, but the aura of Lord Shenzi was too terrifying, she didn't dare to disobey.

In the end, the Young Master was awkward and was taken to the cubicle to rest.

The soft couch in the compartment is narrow and hard, not as comfortable as Ning Zhe's big bed.

The Young Master lay with his eyes open until midnight, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

He got up straight away, and while Ning Zhe was still sleeping, he slipped neatly into the warm blanket, lay down next to him, grabbed his waist tightly, and made up his mind that no matter how much Ning Zhe kicked him, he would never let go.

But Ning Zhe didn't respond this time.

He waited for a long time, but he didn't see the boy kicking himself, so he probably fell asleep.

The Young Master was also sleepy, yawned, rubbed his eyes, and fell asleep in a daze while hugging Ning Zhe.

In fact, Ning Zhe woke up when he sneaked in through the door, but he was too sleepy, and the young master was honest, so he didn't bother to move.

The next morning.

Ning Zhe suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head mechanically, and looked at the little boy who was holding him beside him.

The young lord is still sleeping.

Her delicate pink lips, like rose petals, are slightly parted, her crow blue eyelashes are slightly curled up, her little nose is red and cute, and her fair cheeks are covered with a baby pink that is unique to children, she is extremely plump and cute.

These are not the point, the point is that he is drooling, or lying on Ning Zhe's arm.

Ning Zhe's arms were covered with sticky and crystal clear water stains.

He closed his eyes and told himself not to bully children.

As a result, the young master started blowing snot bubbles again, and with a "pop", it broke, splashing Ning's face.

Ning Zhe suddenly opened his eyes and kicked him off the bed.

The Young Master opened his eyes in a daze, met Shang Ning Zhe's indifferent gaze, his head was still not clear, he tilted his head and said softly: "What are you doing?"

Ning Zhe also tilted his head, his big black eyes were innocent and quiet, and his voice was soft and waxy: "I hit you, can't you see it?"

He didn't even realize how much he looks like No. 67 now.

When the two were looking at each other, the maid came in and led a handsome young man behind her.

It was Ye Hanfeng who was rescued by Ning Zhe that day.

He came to thank Ning Zhe for saving his life.

The young man's face was sincere and grateful, his eyes were clear and clear, and he couldn't see the slightest jealousy and viciousness in front of Ning Zhe.

Maybe he is kind to everyone except Ning Zhe, and only to Ning Zhe will he show the most sinister side of human nature.

But this is not important, Ning Zhe had already taken revenge on him when he was outside the Demon Realm - Ye Hanfeng has always carried a trace of his cold flames on him.

This flame is not fierce, it will not hurt people's lives, it will only slowly penetrate into the depths of people's souls bit by bit, and it will torture them every day and night after that, and when it flares up, it will cause people pain, but it will not be too painful. It hurts to the point of wanting to die.

The pain that flows slowly will be more painful.

Seeing Ye Hanfeng's pale face, he should have been tortured for a long time.

Ning Zhe didn't ask him to repay any kindness, but let him go free.

Ye Hanfeng insisted on staying to serve Ning Zhe, and in the next few days, he would often serve tea and water by his side, very attentive.

The young master sneaked up on Ning Zhe's back, covered his ears and whispered: "I always feel that this person has no good intentions."

Ning Zhe bounced him off his body with a snap of his fingers, and reached out to take the scented tea that Ye Hanfeng handed over, but he didn't drink it, he just rubbed it in his hand.

"My lord, is the tea hot?"

Ning Zhe looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly asked: "Where are you buried... Huo Chen's body?"

Ye Hanfeng was not surprised at all, as if he knew he would ask sooner or later, he said directly: "In the Zodiac Pavilion, the high priest said he could be rescued."

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled violently, and he suddenly raised his eyes, "How to save?"

Ye Hanfeng gave him a meaningful look, but scratched his head helplessly, "I don't know either, the high priest didn't say anything."

Ning Zhe was stunned for a long time, then slowly calmed down, and his eyes returned to the dead silence.

He waved Ye Hanfeng down.

The young master got up from the ground, sneered, held his chest with his small short hands and said arrogantly: "I miss your general? It's a pity that even if he is resurrected, he won't be able to see you. Do you think the deity will let you go back?"

Ning Zhe ignored him, plunged into the brocade quilt covering his head, and didn't respond for a long time.

"Hey! How dare you ignore this deity!" The young master hummed and climbed onto the bed to pick him up.

How could he move Ning Zhe now, he was so exhausted that Ning Zhe didn't even move.

"Why are you so heavy?" The young venerable master wiped the sweat from his forehead, gave up, leaned on him and gasped for breath.

The breeze was mild, the sun dimmed, and the weather was overcast and sleepy.

Not long after, both of them fell asleep.

When No. 67 hurried back, he saw two children, one big and one small, hugging each other and sleeping soundly.

The child looked like the Seventeenth of the Dark Guard, as if carved out of a mold, and was as soft and cute as Ning Zhe, even the eyelashes were the same, black, long and curly, as thick and beautiful as a small fan.

No. 67's expression changed.

He has only been away for a few days, and Ning Zhe and the secret guard Seventeen even have children? !

He pulled the child off Ning Zhe.

The demon has a special aura, No. 67 discovered his identity as soon as he came into contact with it, and his mind was slightly relaxed.

He first frowned and looked at the young lord who was blowing his nose and blowing his nose, then he threw him to the side and hung him on the back of the chair, and he turned into a layer of light smoke and floated up, covering it gently She hugged Ning Zhe, as if holding him in her arms.

A warm current slowly penetrated into the skin, and flowed into the bones and blood along the back. The body seemed to be soaked in a warm jade pool, and the blood pores of the whole body were stretched.

Ning Zhe's delicate eyebrows stretched slightly, turned over to face No. 67, and unconsciously rubbed against No. [-] in his arms.

No. 67's cold eyes were slightly warm.

Although he didn't find the material to break the curse this time, he found a snow spirit grass in the depths of the abyss, which is very effective in warming the soul.

Ning Zhe's soul has always been incomplete, and it is all nourished by the spirit group.

Although he didn't show anything on the surface, in fact, Shenshun was enduring severe pain all the time. No. 67 could only watch helplessly, but he couldn't help him in anything.

Ning Zhe probably knew that he was helpless, so he didn't say anything.

He got used to the pain after enduring it.

But now with this spiritual herb, Ning Zhe can get rid of those pains for the time being.

No. 67's complexion softened, and the corners of his lips could not help but a gentle smile, looking at Ning Zhe, his eyes were as soft as water.

But soon, he frowned suddenly, quickly stretched out his hand to take off Ning's shirt, and stared at his chest.

——That mark is glowing!

There was a tattoo-like mark on Qin Nu's chest. Ning Zhe didn't know what it was for, but No. 67 knew it.

That's the number of the container.

After Ning Zhe's soul entered Qin Nu's body, the imprint had gradually faded, and it should have disappeared by now.

But now, not only did the imprint not disappear, but it became more and more obvious!

No. 67 immediately closed his eyes, and searched along the dark bloody light emitted by the mark.

It's a pity that he spent most of the stored energy, but found nothing in the end.

Number 67's heart sank slowly.

Someone was obstructing him, the waking corpse, and this mark all showed one thing.

——That person not only knows his existence, but is even much stronger than him now!

At this moment.

Outside the magic domain.

Dai Viet, Astrology Pavilion.

The stars are lonely, the night is cold, and the wind is bitter.

On the central altar, the High Priest held a natal plate in his palm, with his slender fingers flicking it lightly.

In the pitch-black night sky, a few scattered stars slowly changed with his movements, forming a situation where seven stars overlap one another.

However, in the next moment, the gorgeous cold star in the center suddenly dimmed, and was slowly replaced by another brighter and brighter star.

Under the altar, Lin Yunlan, whose face was distorted and maddened, was beaming with joy, watching all this greedily.