I'm a killer with no emotions

In this world, there is only one person who dares to call him Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe's expression changed, and he looked up.

A cool and handsome black-haired young man was looking down at him, the depths of his dark eyes were full of light, and the starlight was fragmented, as if he contained infinite affection, so he could see the extreme.

- No. 67.

He is back.

Ning Zhe raised his head slightly and stared at him blankly.

No. 67 hooked his lips, gave a low laugh, and raised his hand to caress the corner of his lips, his movements were extremely gentle.

He called him, "Ning Zhe."

The voice is deep and sweet, very magnetic, like a quiet and gentle cello in a music hall, every word is like a sympathizer whispering.

The atmosphere was ambiguous and seductive, and even Ning Zhe suddenly thought what he was going to say next, I miss you, I finally found you... something like love words.

However, in the next moment, the inhumanly handsome young man in front of him wiped the corner of his lips, and said indifferently: "Wipe the saliva, it all flowed out, you don't feel ashamed, I do."

Ning Zhe: "..."

Originally, No. 67 had a chance to make up for his mistakes.

But now, he's gone.

Ning Zhe sneered and pushed him away.

"who are you?"

No. 67 was pushed back a few steps by him, and after standing still, he heard these cold words.

When he raised his eyebrows, the knife-cut eyebrows slanted into his temples, which was so beautiful that it made one's heart palpitate.

Even this kind of frivolous action, but it is extraordinarily elegant and extravagant if he does it, it doesn't violate harmony at all.

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered again, forcing himself to look away and calm down.

"who I am......"

No. 67 walked over unhurriedly with long legs, stretched out his arms, and trapped Ning Zhe in the wall and his arms, leaned close to his face, and stroked his waist with the other hand, touching him ambiguously.

"This question, you have to ask your body carefully to see if he still remembers... who am I?"

Ning Zhe stared at his face close at hand, the tips of his ears slowly turning red.

The face was completely custom-made to his liking.

The facial features are exquisite and elegant, neither too much nor too little, which happen to be his favorite type.

Ning Zhe has pictured this face in his heart countless times, kissed him, shared the same bed, and done the most intimate and comfortable thing in the world.

Emotions can be forgotten, but physical memory cannot lie.

He was still thinking about number 67.

Number 67's hands tease him.

He is familiar with Ning Zhe's body, all his pains and joys.

Only he can make Ning Zhe feel what despair is.

And only he can send Ning Zhe to the ultimate happiness.

"Do you recognize me now?"

No. 67 took the tip of his ear, put it between his lips and teeth to tease him, and exhaled slowly: "I don't know each other, we can continue."

Ning Zhe couldn't use his strength, his body was limp, and his whole body was hanging on him.

The high priest stood aside, staring blankly at all this.

He was sent flying by No. 67's palm just now, and fell to the wall. It took him a long time to regain his sanity and struggle to get up.

Then he saw this dazzling scene.

The master he wanted so much but couldn't get, leaned obediently in the arms of the man next to him, his face was flushed and he looked happy.

But obviously, when he treated his master like this just now, the master was not happy at all, let alone emotional.

...why.

Why can't he.

Why can't he alone.

The high priest's face paled a lot, his internal organs were in severe pain, and the blood in his mouth couldn't be stopped no matter what.

But my heart hurts more than my body.

He was a little at a loss. Is this the feeling of distress? Will he also feel distressed?

Ning Zhe gasped for a sweet breath, noticed the strangeness of the high priest from the corner of his eyes, and gently closed his eyes.

"No, it can't be like this..."

If he refuses, everyone must refuse completely, otherwise, what will he think in front of A-Lian.

Ning Zhe took a deep breath, trying to push No. 67 away, "Let me go..."

Seeing that he still wanted to struggle, No. 67 immediately grabbed his wrist, raised his head and pressed it against the wall, bent his knees and pressed between his legs.

"Um... ah!"

Ning Zhe let out an exclamation between his lips and teeth, bowed his waist and trembled all over his body.

"You, bastard...let go!"

"Let go? That's not what your body says." No. 67 caressed his face and chuckled in his ear.

This man is simply shameless!

Ning Zhe bit his shoulder, trying his best to endure the lust in his body.

"Owner......"

Seeing him like this, the high priest couldn't help but took a step forward, his eyes dazed.

Ning Zhe took a breath, "Turn around, A-Lian, don't look..."

"Master, you don't want to, right? I'll rescue you...You, you wait for me..."

The high priest gathered energy in his palm and violently attacked No. 67.

"Out of control."

No. 67 sneered, raised his hand and held out a mask to lock him inside, allowing him to watch him violate Ning Zhe.

The mask was extremely strong, and the high priest couldn't get out even though he tried his best.

Ning's lower garment was almost taken off, while his upper garment was half hung on his slender waist. His bare back was leaning against the wall, and one long white leg was gently lifted up.

The hands and knees of No. 67 moved gently under his clothes.

The corners of Ning Zhe's eyes were red, and there were tears in his pupils.

The high priest thought that he was unbearable to be humiliated, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense, and the pain was so painful that his body was almost torn apart.

"No, master... master!"

"Don't touch him! You can't touch him!"

"Owner!!"

He beat the mask desperately and roared angrily.

Micro-living lotus.

He used to be a fairy in the clouds, ruthless and heartless, he saw the warmth and coldness of the world with cold eyes.

All the humiliation and pain that Ning Zhe had suffered, in his eyes, were just passing clouds.

He pushed Ning Zhe down the fire pit, and watched him indifferently tossing and turning under other men in pain and helplessness, but he was always indifferent.

And today, he finally tasted his retribution.

"No, don't! No. 67, damn it, you damn it!!"

His pair of gray glazed pupils were bloodshot, extremely ferocious, and had lost the half of the indifferent immortality at the beginning.

And No. 67 looked sarcastic, pretending that he didn't exist, with a pair of eyes fixed on Ning Zhe's face, with his knees up, slowly grinding against his place.

"Ah..." Ning Zhe stood on tiptoe, almost sitting on No. 67's lap, with his toes curled up tightly, he couldn't tell whether it was comfortable or irritating.

"Is it enough?"

He lowered his head, hooked his lips and smiled softly in Ning Zhe's ear.

Ning Zhe couldn't speak, only gasping, his chest heaving and falling.

"Looks like it's not enough."

Hand 67 probed inside and touched the hidden world.

"do not......"

Ning Zhe immediately grabbed his hand, raised his watery eyes and glanced at him coldly.

"you dare."

His tone was indifferent, but unfortunately his face was full of lust, which was really not deterrent.

No. 67 smiled again, and kissed the corners of his beautiful eyes, "Don't dare, the master doesn't speak, how dare I?"

Ning Zhe calmed down and turned to look at the high priest.

He was kneeling on the ground, desperately attacking the mask, muttering "Master wait for me", his expression was a little bewildered.

No. 67 came up to him flatteringly and kissed the tip of his nose.

"See, I abused another person for you, how can you thank me?"

Ning Zhe bit his shoulder hard, his mouth full of blood, "Get lost!"

It's no wonder that number 67 can roll.

He hugged Ning Zhe horizontally, walked into the bedroom, and threw him on the big soft bed.

Ning Zhe retreated vigilantly.

"What else do you want to do?"

No. 67 was not happy, "You are having fun, but I am not."

Ning folded his long legs and kicked over: "You deserve it!"

No. 67 grabbed his ankle, kissed his instep, and said, "Sweet."

Ning Zhe: "..."

This man is too shameless.

After kissing his feet, No. 67 wanted to kiss his mouth, but there was no way.

Ning Zhe grabbed his neck, threw him out quickly, and closed the door tightly with a "bang", his heart was beating wildly in his chest, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

......crazy.

It's crazy.

As soon as he saw the face of No. 67, all the lines of defense he had built before collapsed.

He couldn't resist the approach of No. 67 at all.

But in this way, wouldn't he become the weak and deceitful Ning Zhe from before?

...No, how can this be.

Ning Zhe hugged his head indiscriminately, buried himself in the bed, feeling agitated.

And at this time outside the door.

No. 67 tidied up his skirt, walked in front of the high priest calmly, and looked down at him for a while.

"Where's the master?"

The high priest had already regained some sanity, staring at him coldly, his pupils filled with killing intent.

"What did you do to him!"

"Shh..."

No. 67 hooked her lips, put her index finger up on her lips and nodded, "Hush down, Ning Zhe doesn't want to hear your voice."

The high priest looked shocked and could hardly stand up.

No, not possible!

"What did you do to Master!"

Number 67 laughed.

These few spirits of his are really interesting. Once they find out that they are wrong, they try their best to push the mistakes on others, never daring to face their own actions.

He thought for a while, bent down, and looked lightly at Weishenglian in the cage: "Do you know why Ning Zhe doesn't like you touching him?"

The high priest was slightly startled: "Why..."

No. 67's eyes flickered slightly, and he said maliciously: "Because he hates you, hates you, so if you touch him, it will only make him feel bored."

As he spit out the words, the high priest's face became paler.

"No... Impossible, the master has clearly said that he doesn't hate me, the master has clearly said so!"

No. 67 bent down and pinched his jaw, "Do you believe Ning Zhe's words of comfort?"

"He's soft-hearted, and it's not like you don't know it. Even though he hates you to the extreme, he still loves you and can't bear to make you sad."

"But Weishenglian, how did you repay him? You will only use his kindness to force him and plunge him into endless pain!"

The high priest shook his head, his lips were pale, and his fingertips were trembling.

When No. 67 saw him collapse, he still looked pale and weak, which was pitiful for no reason, so he couldn't help frowning.

If Ning Zhe saw Weishenglian like this, he would feel distressed again.

He said deeply again: "Actually, there is another reason."

The high priest raised his head and stared at him blankly.

"Because your skills are not good, I would rather Zhe not..."

"boom--!"

Suddenly a vase flew over and hit No. 67 on the back of the head.

His head was bleeding, blood spattered everywhere.

Ning Zhe was tall and tall, standing behind him, with a smile on his face, soft eyebrows and eyes: "Can you try another word?"