I'm a killer with no emotions

"Sister Lingji."

Ning stopped in his tracks and called out to the slim woman in black in front of him.

"You finally came."

Lingji chuckled, and looked back at him, her eyes sparkling, her soft and charming side face inexplicably resembled the little emperor's face.

"Why did you suddenly remember to go back to this place? Wei Shenglian and Qin Shen are not enough to accompany you to play?"

Ning Zhe ignored her joke, stared at her beautiful and sharp face, and said softly, "Sister Lingji, should I call you Lingji, or Ning Xuan, or...the emperor?"

Lingji was slightly taken aback, probably because she didn't expect him to ask such a sharp question.

She was dazed for a moment, then shook her head, raised her eyebrows and smiled, and waved to Ning Zhe in a funny way, "Hey, come here."

Ning Zhe walked up to her and looked up at her.

For a woman, Ling Ji's stature is really outrageous, even standing next to ordinary men, she is definitely conspicuous.

Not to mention being around Ning Zhe, who grew taller and shorter.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, she put it on Ning Zhe's head, and gently stroked his soft long hair, as if she was stroking some kind of small animal.

"Who told you that I belong to the emperor?" Ling Ji asked him with a half-smile.

Ning Zhe shook his head with a soft expression, "I guessed it myself."

"Where is Ning Xuan? Who is this?"

"It's my sister."

Lingji raised her eyebrows, with a strange look at the end of her eyes, "You call me sister?"

She looked Ning Zhe's height up and down, and compared the top of his head with her own chest, "Are you sure?"

Ning Zhe blushed slightly.

Men don't like being called short or small, let alone in front of a woman.

Ning Zhe took a step back, away from her, "Who the hell are you?"

Lingji couldn't help laughing, "Who do you think I am? I'm a girl from every family, can I conjure up your man out of thin air?"

She said that from the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Yan Ning's folded pants, and there was an ambiguous smile in the corners of her bright red eyes.

Ning Zhe rubbed the tip of his ear so red that it dripped blood, moved his arm uncomfortably, covered his body with a wide sleeve robe, and said seriously with a red face: "I don't believe it, there are only the emperor and me here. I know, even those guards who knew about it have been dealt with, if you are not the emperor, how can you explain your appearance here?"

What he didn't say was that Ling Ji felt too much like Ning Xuan to him.

Every time he sees Ling Ji, he can't help but think of the girl in his memory who cried and called his brother.

"Ning Xuan is a fake." No. 67 couldn't help but utter a cold voice when he saw how shy his little daughter-in-law looked.

Ning Zhe didn't say anything, bit his lip, clenched his fists, and looked stubborn.

No. 67 probably felt that his tone was too strong, so he paused for a moment, then softened his tone and said, "Think about it, you have no father and no mother, how could there be a younger sister?"

Ning Zhe was not convinced and said: "Isn't it okay to pick it up?"

"..." No. 67 Fu forehead, "Okay, even if you picked it up, where did you pick it up?"

This time it was Ning Zhe's turn to have nothing to say.

Since he became conscious, he has stayed in the pile of dead people in the mass graves, where there are stinking carrion corpses and rocks, just like crows and vultures pecking everywhere, where is the living little girl?

Speaking of it, Ning Zhe didn't even forget how he met Ning Xuan.

Sister, parents... He is a container made by others, how can he have such good memories of living with his relatives?

Ning Zhe didn't want to admit that the facts he had believed for so many years were all false.

But he couldn't deceive himself, and he had to admit that maybe his memory really had a problem.

But if it is true that Xuanxuan is a fake as No. 67 said, then why did he mistake Lingji for Xuanxuan?

His senses have always been precise, and it is impossible to make mistakes.

The only explanation is - Ling Ji is Ning Xuan.

And the false memory in his mind was fabricated by the high priest using Ling Ji as the prototype.

He shared his thoughts with No. 67.

67 did not respond.

Ning Zhe understood him, and he didn't refute, just acquiesced.

Xue and Ling tilted their heads, and asked in a childish voice, "But master, why did Lord Lian do this?"

Probably because he didn't want him to hurt Ling Ji.

Ning Zhe thought lightly.

Because Ling Ji has a more special identity.

And it's likely an identity he holds a grudge against.

That's why the high priest implanted such an unnecessary memory in his memory, which made him feel pity for Ling Ji and couldn't bear to hurt her.

"Because of the emperor."

Apart from the real little emperor of Dayue, Ning Zhe couldn't think of anyone else who was worthy of the high priest's painstaking efforts to deceive him.

Xue and Ling blinked and frowned, seeming to disapprove, "But master, the original little emperor is yours..."

No. 67 suddenly reached out, grabbed Xue and Ling and pulled them into the system space, and quickly shut them into the small black room.

The words of Xue and Ling stopped abruptly, and Ning Zhe looked at No. 67 suspiciously.

No. 67 said calmly without changing his face: "It has no energy to charge."

Charging = replenishing energy = eating.

Xue and Aya were still children, so they were hungry quickly.

The logic ghost Ning Zhe nodded, expressing his understanding.

Although he and No. 67 have been delayed for such a long time, it was all a flash in his mind.

In Lingji's eyes, it was nothing more than just being stunned.

"But Ning Zhe, in the final analysis, these are just your wild guesses. Since you already think so, why don't you doubt yourself?"

Ling Ji took a step forward, staring into his eyes with sharp eyes, "Maybe the little emperor doesn't exist at all, maybe you are the real little emperor, maybe the real murderer is yourself!"

Ning Zhe didn't dodge his eyes, and looked back at her without any guilt.

It's not that he didn't doubt it.

He had thought about these possibilities when he was arguing with No. 67.

He never felt innocent.

Regardless of whether the little emperor is him or not, those orders were given by him. His hands have long been stained with blood and sins, which cannot be washed away in this lifetime.

He looked at Ling Ji, and said word by word: "I am an executioner, and so are you."

His serious look is kind of cute.

Ling Ji laughed, and couldn't help rubbing his long hair, "I won't admit it without evidence."

"I'll find out the evidence."

Ling Ji raised her eyebrows, not worried at all, "Okay, then I'll wait."

Ning Zhe decided to look at her, then turned and left the bamboo forest.

"Hey," Ling Ji grabbed his sleeve, not letting him go, "Why don't you ask me why I'm here?"

"I won't ask, you are the emperor!"

"Fool, if I were the emperor, do you think you can still stand here properly?" Ling Ji shot him a look, lifted his collar by the back of his hand, and brought him into the elegant bamboo house in the forest.

"Do you want to kiss each other...you, let me go!" Ning Zhe tugged at the corner of his clothes, his face flushed red.

"What's wrong with kissing? Didn't you just call my sister and my emperor affectionately just now? How did you change your face so quickly?" Lingji patted his face, put him on a chair, and poured him a cup. clear tea.

"You are not allowed to go back today. I will see you off tomorrow. I have already sent someone to inform Yang Yan and Qin Shen."

"I do not......"

Ling Ji pulled at the front of his shirt and said with a smile: "Before I say it, if you dare to say no, I will give you a kiss. Don't be afraid, you can try it."

Before Ning Zhe had any reaction, No. 67 sneered.

He didn't speak, and just said "he", which made people's backs stand on end and their whole body felt cold.

Ning Zhe stared at Ling Ji's charming lips, covered his mouth with his hand, and closed his mouth.

"good."

Ling Ji kissed him on the forehead as a reward.

Ning Zhe silently blushed.

No. 67 clacked his knuckles.

He was always irritable and volatile in the past, and he would be jealous when he saw Ning Zhe get close to others, but today he did not do anything uncharacteristically, and he did not stop Ling Ji's intimate behaviors.

Ning Zhe didn't find it strange to be in it, but Ji Yi, who had been watching the play by the system space, was faintly aware of it.

"Is there someone out there?"

No. 67 said "hmm", "someone wants to fish, but doesn't consider the safety of the bait."

Ji Rong frowned, "What on earth was he thinking? He thought he was really good to Xiao Zhe, but he didn't expect that he would only take advantage of it. Xiao Zhe would be so sad if he found out."

"Ning Zhe's life is destined to be full of ups and downs, and he won't meet any good people."

The few men I met in my life were all scumbags, born to torture him, including himself.

No. 67 lowered his eyes, and said in a calm voice, "However, it doesn't have to be sad."

He watched Ning Zhe stagger to the present, and he hadn't seen a few people who could really make him sad.

Hearing this, Ji Li couldn't help but choked, "Yes, I won't be sad, how could I be sad?"

"You treat him as a container, as a god, as a tool to complete the task, do you still expect him to talk to you?"

"You have never regarded him as a human being! You have always said that he has no heart! If that's the case, why are you complaining that he won't be sad now?! If he really becomes a heartless person, you forced him to do so!"

It was rare for Ji Liang to get angry, the veins on his forehead stood out from the excitement, and he almost wanted to fight the man in front of him.

But No. 67's face was still indifferent, without even the slightest ripple.

"As one of the people who used him, you are not qualified to say such things, let alone..."

He turned his head, his indifferent eyes turned lightly, and fell on Ji Liang.

Ji Yan's pupils trembled, and his face suddenly turned pale.

The other party's eyes were just ordinary, but with overwhelming deterrence and killing intent. The unprecedented difference in strength gave Ji Yi the illusion that an ant was facing a god, and he couldn't even give up the slightest intention of resisting!

He was sweating profusely, his legs trembled, his back bent under the pressure of this force, and he knelt on the ground uncontrollably.

No. 67 looked down at him indifferently, and continued to say unhurriedly: "What's more, Ning Zhe is our master, the master of all life in the world, what about him, what about him and us, it is not up to insignificant people to comment !"