I'm a killer with no emotions

Before Ning Zhe left, he drew a tube of blood from the Young Master.

There are many uses of blood, the most common one among demons is blood curse, a vicious curse that can make life worse than death.

When the Young Master saw that he had drawn his own blood, his complexion immediately turned a little ugly: "What are you doing here?"

"A Yue, I want to torture you, and I have plenty of means."

Ning Zhe caressed his face, smiling coldly, "There is no need for such a nasty petty gesture."

A chill gradually rose from the heart of the Young Master, he stammered, "I... naturally know..."

Ning Zhe shook his head and took a step closer to him: "No, you don't know. I have given you a lot of time, but you still have no regrets. I am very disappointed."

"you you......"

The young master swallowed his saliva, and his expression became stern: "What on earth do you want, I will not surrender to you!"

At this moment, he is like a fierce beast that has been cornered, but it is a pity that he is locked in a cage, and all struggles are futile.

"A Yue, do you remember what you did to me before?"

Ning Zhe spoke in a soft and slow voice, while gently holding his two wrists and lifting them up, slowly pressing his whole body back.

The Young Master was forced back step by step by him, and soon the hollow of his knee touched the bed.

Just as he was about to speak, Ning Zhe unexpectedly raised his knee and crushed his lower body. He was so stimulated that he bent over, and was pushed down on the couch by Ning Zhe without any resistance. He groaned and curled up.

Ning Zhe pressed down on him unhurriedly, put one hand on his ear, and gently took off his clothes with the other hand, his round fingertips lightly grasped the two bright red dogwoods on his chest, teasing him casually, with a strong sense of insult.

The young lord has been proud all his life, how could he bear this kind of humiliation, his heart was filled with anger, and he had to struggle hard now.

Ning Zhe slapped him blankly, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"Ning Zhe!" The Young Master didn't react for a long time, after all, this was the first time he was beaten in his life.

"A Yue." Ning curled his lips, bent down, and pressed against his ear, breathing like blue, "Be good, don't mess with me."

His hand slowly moved down along the young lord's white and delicate chest, his fingertips brushed across the tight skin of his abdomen, and walked downstream towards him.

It only took a short moment for the young master to go from angry resistance, to disbelief, to the present fear.

His body began to tremble, his lips turned pale, "Ning Zhe, you... what are you doing!"

"Do what you did to me."

Ning Zhe gave a low laugh, bit his ear, stroked his fingers under his body, passed by that place several times, and almost poked it in.

"Presumptuous! How dare you... um..."

The young lord's weakness was in his hands, and he couldn't say harsh words at all.

"Are you comfortable?" Ning Zhe asked him with his lips curled up while stroking his body as he used to ask himself.

"How dare you humiliate me like this! I'm going to kill you..." The young master was so angry that his ears turned red and his whole body was shaking, "I'm going to kill you!"

"Don't you like this, why are you angry? A Yue, I was never angry when you treated me like this before."

Ning Zhe pulled out one hand, put his slender porcelain white fingers into his mouth, pressed his soft tongue, and gently stirred it inside.

The other arm was like an iron chain, holding him in his arms.

Young Master was forced to open his mouth wide, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with saliva.

But he refused to give in, his eyes were red and swollen, his expression went crazy, and he struggled desperately.

Ning Zhe looked at him quietly, "You are like this, but because you were not the one who was humiliated at the beginning, but now that your identity has been changed, you can taste the feeling of being forced. I wonder if you will still be so cruel."

At the moment, his voice is low, his appearance is handsome and cold, and he has a strong sense of aggression. Now that he is pressing the Young Master on the couch, he looks more like the stronger side.

No one would connect him at this moment with the young man who was slaughtered in the past.

The poor young master has no memory at all, and has no idea what happened.

Seeing that he still refused to admit his mistake, Ning Zhe suddenly stopped with his fingertips and probed into him.

"A Yue, this is your last chance. If you refuse to admit your mistake..." He laughed halfway through speaking, "You don't want to see that result."

"I, this deity... this deity..."

The Young Master's voice was hoarse and he couldn't speak, he kept panting heavily, his head was pressed tightly against his chest, his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his face, like a trapped animal, with his trembling eyes tightly closed. His eyes were full of humiliation and despair.

It was never similar to Ning Zhe, who was once involuntary.

Ning Zhe looked at him indifferently, without any pity in his eyes, "It seems that A Yue has already made a choice."

With a "crash", he tore the clothes on the Young Master's body, turned him over, and made him lift his legs in humiliation.

"No, get out... get out! Get out! This deity doesn't want it!!"

The Young Master suddenly roared wildly, struggled desperately to push Ning Zhe away, crawled to the corner of the wall and curled up fiercely, his body trembling violently.

Ning Zhe was afraid that he would be injured before, so he controlled his strength and did not dare to use force, but at this moment he broke free unexpectedly.

He glanced at his bloody wrist, which had just been accidentally smashed by the young lord, and then at the man with thorns in the corner of the wall.

"You know you're wrong?"

The Young Master stared at him without saying a word.

He kept making a hoarse roar from his throat, his eyes were stern and fierce, and the inner alchemy was running rapidly in his body, and he had the idea that if Ning Zhe dared to come over, he would die with him.

Still don't feel like I'm wrong.

Ning Zhe sighed inwardly.

Forget it, that's all for the future, and the current young master has never done anything, so it's unreasonable for him to do so.

The young lord in front of him and the young lord who had entangled with him before are not the same person after all.

Ning Zhe took one last look at him, and threw the clothes on the couch to him, "I'm leaving, you can take care of yourself."

The clothes fell on the head, covering the face, the eyes were dark, and the cold fragrance of the man lingered on the tip of the nose.

The young venerable master grabbed the shirt in a daze and pulled it off.

There was no one in sight.

He was stunned for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand slowly and touched his heart.

He didn't know what was going on, but suddenly... he felt a little empty here.

It was as if something that was regarded as a treasure was slowly walking out of his heart, away from him step by step.

......

When Ning Zhe came back from the Demon Realm, he walked to the sundial of reincarnation and poured the tube of blood drawn from the young master onto the sundial.

The young venerable master and those people have the same root and origin, if his blood is used as a guide, maybe they can find a trace of other people's spirits.

Unfortunately, half a day later, it still ended in failure.

"It's useless for you to look for it like this. I heard from No. 67 that there can only be one life between you and him."

No. 61 came out of nowhere.

He was still wearing a slender and well-fitting black suit, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. He was ascetic and indifferent, and his smile was seductive.

Ning Zhe glanced at him.

"The epigenetic system is the same as yours, are you so courageous?"

He only created the first batch of first-generation systems, and the rest of the systems were mass-produced later using special methods, and Ning Zhe never intervened.

But no matter which system it was, they all respected him when they saw him, none of them dared to look him in the face, and their words were so presumptuous.

There used to be number 67, but that was his franchise.

Now this No. 61 is another one, he is really curious, who gave him the courage.

"No, they're not like me."

No. 61 pursed his lips, with a dark glow in his eyes, approaching him step by step, whispering softly in his ear, with an ambiguous voice, "Because I dare to miss you, they dare not."

"The former Ning Zhe didn't attack you because he was soft-hearted, but that doesn't mean I will allow you to be unrestrained."

Ning Zhe suddenly stretched out his hand to strangle him by the throat, his expression as indifferent as frost.

No. 61 was not afraid at all, raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Did Ning Zhe tell you that you still owe me a promise? Now I want to fulfill this promise... How about letting you accompany me for a spring night? Make an appointment with Lord God One shot, the taste must be good."

Ning Zhe pressed him against the wall, lowered his head and approached his face, gently took off his glasses, looked directly into his cold and deep eyes, and slightly curled his lips: "It's okay to sleep with me, then you are ready to die Is it? And there is..."

His fingers lightly put on No. 61's slender waist, and rubbed against his lower back, with obvious hints, "I'm not underneath."

"It's not bad to let Lord God do it again." No. 61 didn't mind the position at all, hooked his neck and wanted to kiss him.

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes, looked at him for a moment, and finally pushed him away before he kissed himself.

"My lord regretted it? You don't want to do that kind of thing with me?"

Ning Zhe shook his head.

"Why is that?"

Ning Zhe told him seriously: "You are too ugly."

number 61:"……"

I'm sorry, but this reason cannot be accepted by him.

After all, he is also one of the most handsome men in the system space, okay?How many times when he went out to do missions, countless people would bow down to him under his suit pants. He has always kept himself clean and never had any scandals, okay?

Now the self-recommended pillow seat is actually despised by others!

Number 61 is extremely complicated, and has never experienced what it feels like to be rejected.

"I admit that I treated you badly in the past, but if you deliberately humiliate me, you don't have to."

However, for Ning Zhe, only No. 67 has a face that is completely in line with his preferences, and the others are just ordinary faces in his eyes.

When number 61 wanted to kiss him just now, the image of 67 appeared in Ning Zhe's mind.

"Forget it, you can do whatever you want, it's fine if you don't want to do it, I'm not here this time for this." No. 61 helped his forehead, a little weak.

Ning Zhe looked at him, "What do you want to say?"

"Aren't you looking for number 67? Since you can't find it in the reincarnation sundial, why not try to change the time and look for them before they disappear."