I'm a killer with no emotions

With a "plop", Ning Zhe fell into the water, quietly, without showing his head for a long time.

[Is he dead] 67 asked indifferently.

With a "crash", Ning Zhe emerged from the water, his face was pale, and he coughed a few times [no]

[I said that it is useful for King Dingbei to keep you, he will not let you die.You even endured Huo Chen's torture, why did you run away? 】No. 67 paused, then said coldly 【Still using this method】

Ning Zhe didn't answer, just asked him [Has the money increased? 】

[Break off an arm and exchange for a tael of silver, are you happy? 】

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, looked soft, blinked a pair of black and quiet eyes and asked him 【I will help you complete the task as soon as possible, okay】

[What a fart! 】67's voice seemed a little irritable, 【How long are you going to stay in the water before you go ashore? 】

The blood on Ning Zhe's body had already stained half of the pond water into bright red, and the wound was soaked in ice water, and it hurt badly just looking at it.

Ning Zhe shivered, climbed ashore with difficulty, curled up on the ground trembling, panting softly.

His leg was broken by Huo Chen before, and he had applied carmine, and even tears could not heal it, but now it has recovered, with a circle of delicate new skin growing.

When No. 67 asked him why, Ning Zhe closed his eyes, moved his lips weakly, and spit out a word [blood]

No. 67 paused, and then remembered that in this world, he, the host, was the remaining blood of the ancient gods.

According to legend, in this world 300 years ago, the ancient gods had a war with the shaman.

The war lasted for several months, flying sand and rocks, violent wind and rain, and the order of the world was in chaos.

The final battle ended with the defeat of the gods and the fall of the flesh.From then on, the ancient country of Dayue, which was respected by the gods, gradually declined, but the Tianqi Dynasty led by the witch master became more and more prosperous.

It is said that not long after the war, all the clansmen from the lineage of the gods were hunted down by the shaman, but for some unknown reason, a Ning Zhe with a remnant lineage of the gods would suddenly appear after 300 years.

Although No. 67 is a system, he doesn't understand the development of this world, but since Ning Zhe belongs to the lineage of the gods, flesh and blood can live and die, and the soul can live forever, so a wound should not be a problem.

67 breathed a sigh of relief, and said to him [Find a place first, and connect my broken arm]

Ning Zhe shook his head, and hummed with a pale face [I have no strength]

But staying here all the time is not an option.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes tightly, frowned and waited for a while. After his body got used to the severe pain, he got up from the ground, staggered to the high wall, and looked up at the ventilation window.

[It's too high, your arm is broken, you can't go up] No. 67 poured cold water on him.

Ning Zhe ignored him, took two steps back slowly, took a deep breath, then tapped his toes, and his body suddenly jumped up, flying out like a sharp sword.

No. 67 choked and was speechless.

The little emperor was so soft and crying, he almost forgot that he was once a killer with blood on his hands.

Ning Zhe rolled out of the window and fell heavily on the ground, just hitting the broken arm.

Ning Zhe let out a muffled snort, curled up into a ball with his waist bowed, unable to get up for a long time due to the pain.

67 looked at him coldly, and saw those tears rolling out of the little emperor's eyes uncontrollably one after another, and he cried again.

A small sound came from a distance, and No. 67 suddenly said [Hiding, there are patrolling guards coming]

Ning Zhe gasped for breath with a pale face, struggled to stand up, moved behind the bushes, and held his breath to hide.

The blood on his body had been washed away by the water in the cold pool, and the smell of blood was not strong, so when the guards passed by him, they didn't notice anything unusual.

After the guards left, Ning Zhe let out a muffled cry from his nasal cavity, pressed his forehead against his knees, and continued to cry.

No. 67 hates crybaby, but the appearance of the little emperor with tears in his eyes and red nose is really pitiful.

No. 67 was silent for a moment, just about to comfort him, but saw that he himself stopped crying, reached out to wipe away his tears, stood up, and staggered forward with red eyes.

The attic on the lake in the distance is brightly lit and decorated exquisitely, it is Yunlan Pavilion.