I'm a killer with no emotions

At this moment, the young boy in Xing Su's eyes, his clothes are half undressed, his shoulders are shaved, and his waist is as plain as usual, he is softer and more charming than a woman.

The water droplets slowly slid into the clothes along the slanted shoulder bones, and the slightly damp white clothes on the chest were faintly exposed with a little bit of vermilion...

Can't help but seduce the most primitive desire in the bottom of the heart, wishing to take off the boy's clothes and do something to him...

"Stop!" Xing Su suddenly yelled, his voice was unsteady, almost lost his voice.

Ning Zhe was taken aback by his yelling, and his eyes were filled with moisture.

Xing Su woke up suddenly, scolded herself angrily, and stammered: "Hold... sorry, I, I'm not...not..."

Ning Zhe was a little puzzled.

His limbs and body are already stiff, if he does not use the hot spring water to recuperate, after a long time, others will definitely notice the clues.

So...why tell him to stop?

Xing Su didn't know his situation.

He was panting heavily, trying to calm down the burning and unspeakable desire in his heart.

"What’s wrong with you."

Ning Zhe stopped and asked him, his voice was as calm and soft as ever, without any waves.

It is in stark contrast with Xing Su's filthy heart full of desire.

A sense of guilt and self-blame welled up in Xing Su's heart.

His consciousness resides in the eyes of the young man, and he can see everything the young man sees.

Just now, Ning Zhe took off his clothes without hesitation in front of his eyes, but he had feelings for him that he shouldn't have.

Facing Ning Zhe's question at this moment, this usually calm person was speechless for a moment.

How should he say it, he, a lowly person, actually had such a dirty desire for the boy.

After hesitating at a loss for a long time, he finally popped out a sentence: "Don't...don't take off your clothes...not good..."

Ning Zhe tilted his head, still not understanding why he didn't take it off for himself.

But he thought about it for a while, and suddenly recalled the polite and shameful words that No. 67 had said to him, and he knew the reason.

No. 67 said that only the prostitutes in the brothel Chuguan would show their bodies in front of others indifferently.

What he did at this time, in the eyes of outsiders, was no different from those young men.

But even though he knew this was the case, Ning Zhe didn't react in his heart.

No. 67 always said that he was shameless, and maybe he was right.

Ning Zhe hooked his lips slightly, and withdrew his hand that was pulling his belt.

Seeing this, Xing Su breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't control his consciousness, whatever the boy saw, he would see the same scene.

If the boy really...

For a lowly person like him, to look at the boy even more is a blasphemy and insult to him.

Ning Zhe slowly climbed onto the bed, closed his eyes and began to repair his body with the power of his soul.

Xing Su's eyes were pitch black.

He thought the boy was asleep, so he quieted down, not wanting to disturb him.

Where he couldn't see, Ning Zhe frowned slightly, with a look of unbearable pain on his face.

Without the nourishment of hot springs, Ning Zhe could only use Shenhun instead.

The severe pain of splitting the soul is indescribable.

It was like steel needles frantically stirring in my mind, piercing my nerves desperately.

Ning Zhe gritted his teeth, drips of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he couldn't bear it soon, and passed out.

Xing Su didn't know what she had done unintentionally.

He woke up late, thinking that Ning Zhe had suffered so much that he came here.

He will never know that the calm-looking young man in front of him has already become the end of his strength.

That night.

The moonlight streams lightly, buckling on the carved wooden window, but cannot slip into the dark room.

A wisp of green smoke slowly seeps in from the gap in the wooden window, condensing into an illusory figure in the room.

Xing Su suddenly felt a terrifying aura coming, and immediately put himself on guard.

"An insect dares to live in his body!"

Xu Ying snorted coldly, and with a sudden flick of his hand, he pulled Xing Su's consciousness out.

Xing Su let out a muffled snort, and turned into a faint ball of light floating in the air.

Xu Ying glanced casually and walked towards the couch.

The young man was weak and fainted on the couch. The bright red blood on his wrist kept flowing, almost soaking his whole body.

"Heh... In order to escape from me, you didn't hesitate to make yourself into such a mess, Ning Zhe, I really underestimated you."

Phantom's fingertips conjured up an entity, caressed Ning Zhe's fair face, and gently traced his outline with slow and dangerous movements.

"Let go of him! What are you going to do to him!?"

Xing Su let out a low cry, and rushed up suddenly.

"Out of control."

Xu Ying snorted lightly, without even giving him a look, but Xing Su found himself imprisoned in place, unable to move at all.

"Even if I want to do something to him, what can you do?"

Xu Ying spoke to Xing Su lightly, but his eyes were fixed on the young man on the couch all the time, and his fingertips lingered on his face.

Staring at his movements, Xing Su said coldly: "If you dare to attack him, I will drag you to die with me even if I try my best to explode my consciousness!"

Xu Ying laughed, "You can try."

He lifted Ning Zhe's jaw, and kissed it suddenly under Xing Su's cold gaze.

"A Zhe!"

Ning Zhe seemed to feel something, frowned slightly, and moved his body uneasily.

Xuying's warm tongue licked the line of his lips, penetrated along the gap, pried open the teeth, hooked his tongue and fiddled wantonly in his mouth.

A strand of crystal clear water overflowed slowly from the corner of Ning Zhe's lips uncontrollably, shining an ambiguous color in the darkness.

Xu Ying let out a low laugh, wiped it off with his fingertips, and smeared it on Ning Zhe's face little by little, making him look obscene.

He leaned into Ning Zhe's ear, and breathed out slowly: "Ning Zhe, you look... so cheap..."

Xing Su's eyes suddenly turned red, "Shut up!"

His consciousness suddenly burst into a burst of intense light, dazzling and scorching hot.

"Want to blow yourself up? It's too cheap for you."

Xu Ying sneered, and grabbed Xing Su with his fingers in the void.

"These days, are you staying by his side?"

Xing Su's voice was extremely cold, "So what? You abandoned him, and he still has me!"

He has already recognized that this is the mysterious person who helped Ning Zhe escape.

Even Xing Su couldn't see through his strength. Xing Su once thought that as long as he had his protection, Ning Zhe would be fine, so he entrusted him to him.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he woke up, he saw that Ah Zhe had fallen to this point!

If it wasn't for this person who abandoned Ah Zhe, how could Ah Zhe suffer so much!

"abandon......"

Xu Ying murmured and repeated his words, and smiled softly, "Did he actually tell you that, how ridiculous..."

He touched Ning Zhe's face with one hand, remained silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Ning Zhe has never had a sense of shame. Since you have been by his side all the time, you must have seen every part of his body."

Xing Su did not speak.

This person came with a murderous look, he thought he was here to kill Ning Zhe, but now it seems that he is not.

Xing Su couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so he didn't speak for a while.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xu Ying assumed that he had acquiesced.

Sure enough, he grabbed Xing Su's consciousness and said with a sneer, "You saw him, did you think you could die so easily?"

As he spoke, a black vortex suddenly appeared in his palm, slowly sucking Xing Su's consciousness into it.

"This is connected to the abyss near the Demon Realm. Anything that enters it will be swallowed up, and you will be tortured in it, and you will never be freed! This is your price!"

The severe pain invaded all of his consciousness bit by bit, Xing Su twisted in pain, and was slowly dragged into the vortex exuding a terrifying aura.

"Azhe..."

When Xing Su was about to be swallowed up, she couldn't help calling out affectionately.

He said he would protect him, and he broke his promise once again.

Xing Su looked at the frowning young man on the couch who was not sleeping soundly, and with the last bit of strength, he punched a calming formula into the young man's mind.

Goodbye... Brother, I can't be with you anymore...

Xing Su completely lost consciousness.

Ning Zhe suddenly opened his eyes.

Scenes kept appearing in his eyes - the indifferent and gentle smile on the young man's lips, the gentle movements of the young man when he held his hands to teach him magic arts, and the young man hugged him crying and said to him: "Don't be afraid!" , Elder brother is here."

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered, and a tear suddenly flowed from the corner of his eye.

He grabbed Xu Ying's hand and said hoarsely, "Let him go."

Seeing that he woke up, Xu Ying was the first to think of someone else, and his heart ached for no reason.

"You care about him so much?"

Ning Zhe stared into his eyes, expressionless, and repeated word by word: "No. 67, let me let him go."

No. 67 confronted him for a while, then suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, he sneered, and with a wave of his hand, closed the black vortex.

Xing Su's consciousness light group slowly fell from the sky and fell to the ground, the light gradually dimmed.

Ning Zhe's eyes moved, and he was about to climb out of bed.

No. 67 gently hugged his waist and held him in his arms, "Where do you want to go?"

Ning Zhe turned his head to look at him, his eyes were pitch black, like a starless night outside the window.

No. 67 caressed the corner of his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I let him go, and I will use you to pay for it."

He tore off Ning's clothes, pressed him on the cold and hard bed, and without any preparation, stabbed him roughly with his fingers.

Ning Zhe's eyes widened, his body convulsed suddenly, and blood flowed out.

No. 67 caressed his face with one hand, and said in a calm voice, "This is punishment."

"Ning Zhe, if you dare to escape again, it will be more than that simple."

……

It was late at night, the young man curled up on the couch and fell asleep while hugging Xing Su's consciousness tightly.

No. 67 frowned, stretched out his hand and snatched the ball of light from his arms, and threw it far into the corner.

He drew out a wisp of warm clear spring, and carefully washed the young man's dirty and blood-stained body.

Visible to the naked eye, all the wounds on the young man's body were slowly healed under the nourishment of this clear spring.

No. 67 took out another soft and large blanket, wrapped him up tightly, and carried him into his arms.

Ning Zhe snorted softly, his body trembled slightly, and he retracted his toes.

No. 67 looked down, only to find the hideous wound on his foot.

Ning Zhe has been barefoot for the past two days, and the soles of his feet are full of criss-cross injuries. He is entrenched on his originally fair and lustrous feet with fangs and claws, which is extremely dazzling.

No. 67 half-kneeled beside the couch, warmed his hands, and stroked them lightly, his fingertips shimmered, and stroked away the scars little by little.

He held Ning Zhe's foot, lowered his head and kissed it lightly, but said lightly, "Ning Zhe, I really want to cut off your foot."

In this way, you will never be able to escape...