I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe looked up at him, the tear mole under the corner of his eye was very obvious.

It's obviously a stunning face that is extremely charming, but a pair of eyes are so clear and quiet that people can't help but think of pure white snow, not stained with a trace of dirt.

Ning Zhe's lips trembled, and he asked tremblingly, "Succubus, what is it..."

67 There was some joy in his voice, "A lowly servant, a confinement for people to play with."

Since God fell 300 years ago, all evils in the world have been suppressed by no one.

The gate of the sealed demon clan in Tianqi territory was opened, and countless demon clan invaded Tianqi Dynasty, multiplying their offspring crazily.

It is not easy for the female demons to survive, so the demons searched for human women to mate and gave birth to many half-devils.

Half-demons Most half-demons are Tianqi's most humble bloodline. Although they have human form, they tend to go crazy and lose control more easily than ordinary demons.

Succulents are a special kind of demons. They don't go crazy, but they go into heat every night and at the middle of the moon.

The succubus controlled by lust is the favorite plaything of Tianqi nobles, and it is hard to find a thousand gold, let alone a half-human succubus that is more rare than ordinary succubus.

Ning Zhe's current social status is much higher than that of a deposed emperor of Da Yue who almost broke the country.

Presumably with this identity, he can also gain more abuse points, No. 67 thought lightly in his heart, not taking Ning Zhe to heart at all.

With a calm voice, he said lightly: "Now that you have half of the succubus blood in your body, you will naturally be in heat like ordinary succubus, and even more lustful than them. Ning Zhe, you have to learn to get used to it."

"In this way... can I increase my money..."

Ning Zhe's eyes were blurred, his cheeks were bright red, his thin white fingers curled up and tightly grasped the quilt, and he kept panting heavily.

No. 67 gently hooked a lock of his cheek hair behind his ear, coaxing in a low voice: "Yes."

When you can't take it anymore, beg those men to spoil you, and you can get more.

Ning Zhe cried and snorted, "But I'm so uncomfortable..."

He felt that he was about to be burned, the blood was boiling and surging in his body, and his whole body was screaming with unspeakable longing.

His smooth, jade-like skin was covered with a rosy blush, a certain part of his body was extremely empty, and he longed to be filled and penetrated by something.

Ning Zhe doesn't know what's wrong with him, the strange lust has made him confused.

The foggy finger on his chin was cold and comfortable, making him yearn to be touched more by No. 67.

But No. 67 didn't want to touch him.

Ning Zhe couldn't help it, and groaned impatiently, his fingertips trembling, and stretched towards the light blue smoky phantom.

"Want to?" No. 67 asked him softly.

The looming finger slid down gently, caressing Ning Zhe's fragile Adam's apple, delicate collarbone, and fair chest, and finally stopped gently on his alluring waist, caressing ambiguously.

Ning Zhe raised his head, his absent-minded phoenix eyes were shrouded in mist, so dazed that people wanted to trample him hard.

He opened his lips, "Want...what..."

No. 67 didn't speak, and gently picked Ning's messy clothes away with his smoke-like fingers, all the way to poke under him.

The cold and icy touch instantly penetrated the skin and soaked into the bottom of his heart, as if a piece of nectar was sprinkled on the raging fire in his heart.

So comfortable.

Ning Zhe let out a sigh.

67 saw him squinting his eyes, enjoying himself like a lazy cat, stopped his hands, and said lightly: "Please."

"Wh... what..." Ning Zhe couldn't turn his head, a little dazed, and he clenched the fog on No. 67 in vain.

No. 67 leaned closer to his ear, "Please, I will make you more comfortable."

The cold voice blew into Ning Zhe's ears, and his heart seemed to be scratched lightly by something, itching.

The unbearable desire made him move his lips, and wept softly, "No. 67..."

Tears filled his eyes, diluting the strong charm on his body, and suddenly made him vulnerable.

No. 67's eyes paused for a moment on his eyes, and the phantom of his fingers gradually condensed into reality, holding Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe had never been through human affairs, and No. 67 only wrapped him around and teased him for a moment, but Ning Zhe couldn't bear it anymore, and released his lust with trembling body.

Just like this, Ning Zhe felt more and more emptiness in his body.

not enough...not enough...

Trembling all over his body, he tore open his skirt, arched his waist upwards, and chased those hands, as if he couldn't wait to send himself to No. 67's hands.

The young man lost all dignity, and sent his beautiful body to the tiger's mouth without any precaution. If he didn't bite down hard, it seemed that he would be sorry for the right time and place.

However, No. 67 did not do what he wished.

He gently withdrew his finger stained with turbid liquid, put it into Ning Zhe's mouth, and ordered lightly, "Lick it clean."

Ning Zhe opened his eyes, lost his mind for a long moment, and then moved his soft tongue lightly, grinding the fingers of No. 67 with his white teeth, carefully licking them.

No. 67 laughed, "Ning Zhe, why are you so cheap, you even eat your own food."

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled, but he didn't speak.

Number 67 plucked his soft tongue, drew back his sticky fingers, and wiped them slowly on his clothes.

Then with a flick of his wrist, he took out a porcelain bottle out of thin air, and poured the liquid inside into Ning Zhe's slightly parted lips.

There was not a trace of gentleness in his movements, Ning Zhe was choked, coughed a few times suddenly, and retched.

No. 67 tightly covered his mouth, "Don't you like to drink? What are you spitting? Swallow it, and if you dare to spit it out, you don't want to know Ning Xuan's whereabouts!"

A tear welled up from the corner of Ning Zhe's eyes, and it slid down gently along his fair cheeks, dripping onto the smog around No. 67, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He moved his throat and swallowed the soup in his mouth in one gulp.

Mingming Qing was so sweet that it was his favorite drink before, but Ning Zhe felt sick.

Number 67 let him go.

Ning Zhe lay on the couch, panting in embarrassment.

His hair was disheveled, his cheeks were still flushed, his clothes were almost gone, and his beautiful white body was covered with ambiguous red marks from the struggle just now, as if he had been severely abused.

The messy bed, the floating veil, and the charming face of the young man, which is disastrous to the country and the people, make this scene appear to be obscene and dissolute for no reason.

After the lust faded like a tide, Ning Zhe gradually came back to his senses and realized what happened just now.

Ning Zhe couldn't hold back the tears, and looked at No. 67 with teary eyes, sobbing non-stop, crying out of breath, "Why, I'm already very obedient."

Why do you want to be like the Lord?

Number 67 wanted to laugh.

Sometimes Ning Zhe is too rational and clever, which makes people fearful, but sometimes, he is so stupid that it makes people feel distressed.

He rubbed Ning Zhe's chin with his fingertips, and smiled softly, "Fool, otherwise, how can you help me collect all the abuse points? I told you a long time ago, don't believe other people's words? Didn't you still be wary of me before?" What, why, a candied haws bought you?"

Ning Zhe was trembling all over, staring at him closely, unable to say anything.

He never trusted anyone, but he thought number 67 was different.

When he cries, No. 67 will feel distressed. When he wants to see the sheep, No. 67 will not be happy, so he will show it to him.

In these years, only number 67 has been with him.

But No. 67 said that those were all fake.

Ning Zhe didn't know what this feeling of tightness in his chest was, he felt so uncomfortable.

No. 67 heard the "ding dong ding dong" sound from the progress bar of the abused value.

Sure enough, after having a heart, even the abuse value became easy to collect.

No. 67 looked at him, but showed no pity.

"Ning Zhe, to me, you are just a tool to achieve my goal. The good things you think are just charity."

67 bent down, his blurry face was close to Ning Zhe's face, almost touching the tip of his nose, "Remember, don't put your hopes in me, because I will smash them to pieces."

Ning Zhe's pupils shrank slightly.

Number 67 saw the light in his eyes disappear inch by inch.

He is very familiar with Ning Zhe's appearance. When Ning Zhe gave up on someone, his eyes lost their light.

No. 67 couldn't help lowering his head, and tapped the corners of his red eyes with his fingertips.

Ning Zhe subconsciously clenched the front of his chest, with a strong sense of vigilance in his eyes.

No. 67's outstretched fingertips froze.

He was silent for a moment, and the smoky figure suddenly dissipated, returning to Ning Zhe's body.

"It's fine, I'll only help you this time, if it happens again in the future, you can either bear it or ask your prince for help."

After No. 67 finished speaking, he fell silent, as if he didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then gently dragged his body, hugged his knees, and curled up tightly.

The light moonlight outside the window gradually faded, and the icy winter sun shone in, covering the palace, and the ground was pale and cold.

[I will be obedient. 】

Ning Zhe suddenly spoke softly, and said to No. 67 in his heart.

So can you, don't leave me.

Ning Zhe gently opened his hand, his thin and pale fingers moved slightly, as if trying to catch the ray of light.

He already hated being alone in the dark, the feeling of being swallowed a little bit made him afraid.

He would rather be used by others, whether it is the master, the emperor, or No. 67, as long as they need him, they will make him feel safe.

Ning Zhe waited for a while, but No. 67 didn't reply. I don't know if he didn't hear it or didn't care.

Night fell quickly, and the moon was getting brighter.

With the experience of last night, this time Ning Zhe gritted his teeth and survived, without humming from the beginning to the end.

This will be the case for the next two days.

No. 67 watched Ning Zhe collapsed on the couch with cold eyes, but did not tell him that the lust of the succubus was unbearable.

Once it accumulates to the peak, he will completely lose consciousness and desperately seek sex like a real mermaid.

At that time, he will fall into a place where he will never be able to recover, and he will never be able to leave a man again.

Ning Zhe stayed in the palace for four days.

In the early morning of the fifth day, he was dragged out by the servants, cleaned his body, and brought him in front of the black-robed man.