I'm a killer with no emotions

In the declining ancient country of Dayue, Zhanxing Pavilion is the only ancient power that still retains its divine power.

The high priest is the controller of the Zodiac Pavilion, and the only person in Dayue who can communicate with the world and listen to the oracle.

No one knows how long the high priest has lived. It seems that the high priest has been the high priest since the ancient kingdom of Dayue was built.

He is immortal, ruthless and loveless, like a god walking in the world, out of tune with the world.

Just when everyone thought that the high priest would be closed in the astrology pavilion forever, he left the pavilion and entered the world three years ago, rescued the emperor of Dayue, and accepted him as his apprentice.

【Why did he save you? ] No. 67 is puzzled.

Ning Zhe shook his head [The person he wants to save is not me, but the emperor]

【Didn't you just say that he saved you? 】

[He did save me] Ning Zhe touched his face, his voice was very soft [If he hadn't given me this face and body, I would have died]

[So he saved the wrong person, and later found out that he was cheated and hated you? 】

No. 67 said to himself and guessed [After you were deposed, an oracle circulated in the Astrology Pavilion, saying that the deposed emperor of Dayue was the remnant vein of a god, who can live and die, and is the most precious treasure in the world, so that you are loved by everyone in the world. Coveting, becoming the target of public criticism... Is this his means of revenge on you? 】

[He is indeed taking revenge on me] Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and looked at his hands.

The well-manicured nails are round and lovely, the joints are petite and exquisite, and the fingertips are soft and transparent.

They were clearly a pair of good-looking hands, but they were once stained with the heart and blood of the high priest.

[He took revenge on me, not for the reason you said] Ning Zhe's soft voice was full of heart-palpitating calm and indifference.

No. 67 doesn’t understand again【Why is that】

Ning Zhe gently closed his eyes, 【Hungry, don't want to say】

No. 67 […]

Eat half of the melon and you are actually hungry, forget it if you starve to death!

Ning Zhe clutched his stomach that was throbbing with hunger, curled up into a small ball, and trembled slightly.

He hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and Huo Chen didn't allow him to take medicine, the wound was not treated, and the bright red blood was gradually gushing from the wound on his wrist and back.

Ning Zhe was cold all over, hungry and sleepy, curled up on the couch for a while, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he couldn't even hear the voice of No. 67 calling him.

In a trance, Ning Zhe seemed to have a dream.

He dreamed that he was being hugged, and a pair of warm hands took off his bloody and dirty coat, and gently applied medicine to his wound.

Then something soft touched his lips, and he took a sip of the soup, it was sweet and slightly astringent, very delicious.

Ning Zhe subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked it.

The soft thing on his lips paused for a moment, and left quickly.

Ning Zhe hadn't had enough, so he frowned and hummed a few times.

In the haze, Ning Zhe seemed to hear someone snorting coldly, but he continued to feed.

Ning Zhe was fed a few more mouthfuls of soup, and then he was picked up and fell into a warm embrace.

It was too warm, like a stove, it melted Ning Zhe's heart.

Ning Zhe couldn't help stretching out his hand tremblingly, hugging that person tightly.

The man stretched out his hand to smooth his frowning brows. His fingertips were cold, but there was a warm current in his palm, which slowly entered his frail body.

Ning Zhe gradually loosened his eyebrows and fell into a deep sleep.

A good night's sleep, no worries.

The next morning.

The cold and bleak sunlight fell on Ning Zhe's face through the engraved and carved mahogany window, carrying a chill of winter, as if urging him to get up from bed.

Ning Zhe frowned slightly, wrapped himself in the quilt and continued to sleep.

[Huo Chen is here] No. 67 suddenly made a sound.

Ning Zhe immediately opened his eyes and exposed his head, just in time to see a tall and handsome man pushing the door and walking in, his dark eyes were deep and cold.

"General..."

Ning Zhe swallowed, remembering that someone seemed to take care of him after he fell asleep last night, trembling his eyelashes, whispered: "Last night, thank you General..."

"It doesn't matter." Huo Chen raised his lips, "The high priests on the left and right have planned today's sacrifice to heaven, and what the emperor owes, I will return it later."