I'm a killer with no emotions

No. 67 finally compromised.

"I can promise you to resurrect that god, but you must obey me for everything in the future."

Ning Zhe put his arms around his neck, nodding his head like a chicken pecking rice.

Seeing that he agreed so simply, No. 67 raised his eyebrows, "I don't believe it."

"Hook up with you." Ning Zhe stretched out his tender little finger and looked at him with big eyes shining.

No. 67 shook his head, "We don't like this, this thing can't be counted."

Ning Zhe blinked and tilted his head to look at him, "Then what do you think should be done?"

No. 67 asked him to hold out his hand.

Ning Zhe glanced at his bloody right hand, wiped it on his clothes before handing it to him.

No. 67 had eyelids hanging down like a small fan, pinched his soft and slender ring finger, and the pulp of the finger slowly passed over his knuckles, caressing him gently.

He focused his eyes, looked serious, and acted carefully as if he was treating a precious treasure, as if the boy in front of him was the only one left in the whole world.

It was obviously a normal action, but when he did it, it was inexplicably tinged with a lingering and affectionate feeling.

"We have a legend there."

As he said, he gently shook Ning Zhe's ring finger.

Ning Zhe felt a foreign object on his finger.

No. 67's palm moved away.

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes, and saw a silver object on his knuckles, which looked like a jade ring, but was more delicate and luxurious.

"As long as you wear this silver ring, you must abide by the agreement with the owner of the silver ring."

Ning Zhe glanced at the extremely suitable silver ring on his ring finger, his eyes flickered, and he raised his head and asked, "What if you breach the contract?"

No. 67 smiled at him, "I will never be reborn."

Ning Zhe was tongue-tied, stared at Yinjie for a while, and began to hesitate in his heart whether to secretly take it down and throw it away.

No. 67 saw what he was thinking at a glance, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smirk: "I put a curse on the silver ring, if you dare to throw it away, it will turn into a ghost, never die, and haunt you forever." you!"

At the end of his speech, his body suddenly leaned forward, his voice suddenly amplified, Ning Zhe yelled out in fright, and a Ji Ling hugged him tightly, not daring to let go.

"Do you still dare to throw it?"

Ning Zhe sobbed, hugged his neck silently, his voice choked up, "Don't dare..."

No. 67 raised his chin, "Remember the promise I made with you is to stay together forever."

Ning Zhe stared at him blankly with teary eyes, "What...what do you mean?"

No. 67 lowered his eyes, lightly picked up his right hand, lifted the fingertip gracefully, and slowly handed it to his lips, leaned over and gently kissed the silver ring on the ring finger.

His person is very cold, his voice is cold, and even the temperature on his lips carries a cold and light breath.

Obviously, he only touched the ring and didn't kiss his finger, but Ning Zhe felt that his lips seemed to have been imprinted on his skin, and the temperature melted into his blood—cold and hot.

Ning Zhe slowly blushed the tips of his ears.

No. 67 raised his eyes, and the dark and mysterious black eyes like a starry night gave him a deep look, "It means that I will always be by your side, waiting for you, and guarding you."

Love you and hate you.

Ning Zhe stared at his face for a long time, as if puzzled, asked him in confusion, "Why?"

Because I am yours.

No. 67 said this sentence in his eyes, but said on his mouth: "There are so many reasons, of course it is because of the task."

He can't say, can't say anything.

"Is it gone?" Ning Zhe asked a lot.

No. 67 sneered, with a contemptuous look, "What else do you want?"

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and finally slowly withdrew his hand.

"I don't want anything, I know, I will abide by the agreement."

When these words fell, the temperature of his originally red and hot ear tips had dropped.

The heart that was inexplicably agitated just now because of the words of No. 67 finally calmed down.

He calmly glanced at the ring on his hand, thinking, after all, No. 67 is the same as those people, there is no difference.

In No. 67's eyes, it doesn't matter whether he is Ning Zhe, Aning, or Vessel, it doesn't matter what his identity is, because he is just a tool used to complete the task.

Ning Zhe was thinking lightly in his heart, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, bending a soft and obedient cute arc, hugging No. 67's neck affectionately, and coquettishly with him, "Brother, where are we going later? "

No. 67 glanced at him lightly, without piercing, just said: "Shen Gong."

......

The shrine is the place where the gods lived before their fall.

When night and day meet, at the edge of the sky and at the corner of the sea, there is a ray of sky gate that is invisible to ordinary people.

At dawn, Qin Shen stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, staring up at the place where the sky meets the light.

The morning sun sprinkled golden varnish, and between the clouds and shadows inlaid with golden rims, there seemed to be two ethereal figures passing by, which were not real, but more like hallucinations.

Qin Shen watched from a distance, his eyes dimmed slightly.

It stands to reason that without the fusion of the seven of them, the gate of heaven would never have opened.

Ning Zhe only took Huo Chen away, and a few others, how did they get in?

"My lord, there is news from Lord Yang in the palace that preparations for the enthronement ceremony have been completed." Uncle Zhuang came over and reported, "Master Yang asked you, when will the young lady be enthroned."

Qin Shen's eyes moved slightly, he was silent for a moment, and finally closed his eyes and sighed, "Push it, tell him, the emperor will not come back."

"This......"

Uncle Zhuang hadn't finished speaking when he heard a soft laugh from outside the courtyard, as clear as a palace bell, "Prime Minister surrendered so quickly? You recovered your memory very early, I thought you would be better than those few people A little bit, but I didn't expect that I would be a coward in the end!"

Qin Shen's eyes did not move, and he said calmly, "Lord Lingji, you are the one who is least qualified to say such a sentence."

The woman in black sitting lazily on the courtyard wall is not Ling Ji.

She raised her lips and showed a sharp and provocative smile, "I am not qualified. If I had the qualifications, would I have given Ning Zhe up to you? If I had the qualifications, I would have taken him away long ago, and would I Let you torture him like this?"

"But you forgot that you have been humiliating the emperor for the past few years. It is you who let the emperor act as a substitute for so long, and you let him be like this."

Qin Shen turned his eyes coldly and looked at Ling Ji, "You are the one who made him sad."

Lingji narrowed her eyes slightly, "I lost my memory and was manipulated by someone."

"It's just an excuse. The damage has been done, and it will never be erased. To the emperor, you will always be the stupid king who wants to put him to death."

Qin Shen's expression was calm and his attitude was gentle, but every word and every word he stabbed fiercely on Ling Ji's sore spot, smashing the wound she was holding tight.

She personally hurt Ning Zhe.

This will become a nightmare and pain that she will never be able to erase!

The smile on the corner of Lingji's mouth suddenly turned cold, "Qin Xuanhe, I think you are courting death!"

A palpitating terrifying aura suddenly erupted from her body, creating a huge gust of wind.

Qin Shen remained motionless, standing under the tree and staring back at her indifferently, his whole body was as steady as a mountain, refusing to give in at all.

"Lord Lingji doesn't need to fight with me, you know in your heart that it won't help."

Lingji sneered, "So what if I want to hit you, Qin Xuanhe, I have long disliked you! Who do you think you are, the god who controls everything? I lost my memory and fell into a coma. What about you, you You have recovered your memory a long time ago, didn’t you just stand by and let him be bullied!? Didn’t you hurt him yourself! How are you pretending to be innocent and affectionate here!”

Qin Shen's eyes were slightly cold, as if frost had formed under his eyes, they were instantly frozen.

The two disagreed with each other, and they raised their hands in anger. For a moment, the dark wind howled, murderous aura overflowed, and the world turned pale.

A, B, and the others wanted to go up to help, but Uncle Zhuang grabbed them back one by one.

"What are you doing, looking for death? You can get involved in the affairs of adults?"

"Then you can't do that and just watch!" Er Er worried, "Your Excellency is not in good health, how can you mess with others, just in case..."

"What if you are so big!" Ding Si knocked him on the head, "Why would something happen to your lord? If you have the time, you might as well think about how to get the little lady back, so that you can plead guilty to your lord and forgive you for the death penalty of improper guarding!"

Uncle Zhuang also nodded in agreement, and by the way, packed up a few hidden guards and kicked them out of the mansion, telling them to go find Ning Zhe.

Ling Ji and Qin Shen fought from inside the mansion to outside the mansion, but the winner was still not decided.

Ling Ji was attacking all the time, the attack was fierce and fast, Qin Shen didn't fight back, just dodged her attack, and didn't even use his full strength.

But even so, Ling Ji couldn't get any favors, no matter what kind of attack she used, she couldn't hurt Qin Shen at all.

She was so angry that she flicked her skirt, sat down on the courtyard wall, and said angrily, "Get lost! Stop beating!"

Qin Shen fell back into the yard unhurriedly, with a calm expression, and said in a low voice: "My lord, this female body is weak and sick, and she is not good at attacking. It is better to cultivate herself."

Lingji stared at him, raised her eyebrows and sneered, "Qin Xuanhe, wait until I get back to the shrine to change to my own body, and see if I don't beat you to the teeth!"

Qin Shen frowned slightly and corrected her, "Lord Lingji, it's better to call me Qin Shen."

After thinking about it for a while, Ling Ji knew the reason.

Although Qin Xuanhe was his name in Jingu, but here in Dayue, the word "Xuanhe" was chosen by Ning Zhe for him, and it was only a nickname for him and Ning Zhe.

He doesn't want others to call him "Xuanhe", he just wants Ning Zhe to call him that.

"...Bah! Shameless things, Ning will only fall in love with you if you are blind!"

Ling Ji spat blood on the ground, wiped her face, straightened her face, and said coldly: "The enthronement ceremony will be held as usual three days later, within three days, I will definitely bring Ning Zhe back to enthronement, the master of Da Yue can only be him one person!"

......

Ning Zhe was walking halfway, when he suddenly looked up, his eyes were strange.

No. 67 asked him what he was looking at.

He couldn't say it, he just felt...the sky...not the sky, but more like outside, as if...someone was watching him.