I'm a killer with no emotions

"Break his legs! Don't let him run away!"

"Monster! Let's see if you dare to resist!"

"Hahahahaha he is crying, look! He is crying!"

"Really, this little monster still cries? Hit me! Hit me harder!"

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, curled up in pain, his hands tightly covering his head, and was kicked on the ground by several teenagers.

These teenagers were all dressed in uniform black uniforms, sharp poisoned daggers pinned to their waists, and masked black scarves on their faces. Their eyes were fierce, and when they struck, they picked the painful spots without mercy.

Ning Zhe was also dressed in the same way as them, except that his black clothes were covered with plaster in the mud, his face was spattered with blood, his long hair was messy, and he was dirty and embarrassed.

"Wait, wait a minute! He, he seems... out of breath..."

When several people were punching and kicking, someone suddenly exclaimed in a terrified voice.

The teenagers paused, glanced at Ning Zhe who was lying motionless on the ground, and couldn't help but look at each other.

A teenager frowned and kicked him.

Ke Ningzhe didn't move at all, his face was pale, his breathing was almost non-existent, he looked like he was dead.

"No way...really dead?"

"The little monster is so unstoppable..."

As soon as a person spoke, he was about to squat down to check his breath.

At this moment, he suddenly rushed up from behind a boy in black, pushed him aside, squeezed in suddenly, hugged Ning Zhe in his arms to protect him tightly, and stared at the boys, "Crap! roll!"

"...Yo! Who am I, isn't this No.1? What's the matter, the pavilion master doesn't want you, so he threw you back?"

"Hahahahaha, so what about number one? After all, it's still trash that no one wants! In the past, I looked at people with my nostrils upturned, but now? Even being a dog who serves people is despised!"

The boy in black's face turned cold, and the killing intent in his pupils was fierce, "The number one is not so good, it is more than enough to kill you all!"

The words fell, and the murderous intent suddenly rose.

A silver light flashed across the air suddenly, splashing blood and flying dust all over the sky, and a pair of black pupils in the sword light were as cold as frost.

No one saw clearly how he did it, and when all the dust settled, there were several corpses on the ground, blood flowing like rivers.

The black-clothed boy glanced coldly at them, and finally retracted his gaze. He looked down at the thin, unconscious boy in his arms, and said softly, "A-Ning, don't be afraid."

He stretched out his hand to cover Ning Zhe's body, injecting something into his body.

The next moment, Ning Zhe, who had already lost his breath, suddenly coughed, his heartbeat slowly recovered, and he opened his eyes gently.

The boy in black smiled at him, "Are you awake?"

Ning Zhe stared at him blankly for a moment, then moved his lips, "Yunlan..."

......

A piercing cry rang in my ears.

Ning Zhe suddenly woke up, sat up suddenly, covered his heart, gasped heavily in shock, and kept thinking about the episode just now in his mind.

"Chirp? Chirp, chirp!" He hadn't recovered before the scream rang in his ears again.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, followed the sound, touched his hair, and pulled out a soft white ball.

Curiously, he pinched the soft white hair of Maotuanzi, and brought it to his eyes for a closer look.

"Chirp, chirp?"

Maotuan turned around suddenly, revealing two mung bean-sized black eyes, and bounced on his hand twice.

"Ah!" Ning Zhe was taken aback by the soft and real physical touch, subconsciously raised his hand, and threw the hairball out.

"Hey—!"

Mao Tuan screamed and flew towards the sky, and the figure disappeared.

Ning Zhe patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect that there would be a loud "chirp" from his side next moment.

He thought it was the ground covered with white snow, and it squirmed, rushing towards him in unison!

It's not snow...it's all those weird hairballs!

Ning Zhe's eyes widened, he got up, turned around and ran.

He didn't pay attention to his feet, and suddenly he was caught by something on the ground and fell directly to the ground

The balls of hair jumped over and overwhelmed him as quickly as the sea.

"Um...no..."

At first, Ning Zhe thought these were some horrible things, and stretched out his hands in vain, struggling to get out.

It didn't take long before the voice gradually changed, "Ah...don't touch...uh, don't, ha..."

Xue and Ling covered their eyes, and shyly hid in the small black room not daring to peek, silently thinking that Master No. 67 really knows how to play.

The spirit group is not an inanimate body, but a part of Mr. 67's body.

Master No. 67 is a life created by the master, a copy of the master, possessing all the abilities of the master, and naturally knows all the sensitive points of the master.

The owner can't resist these little furry things.

When all the hair balls were gone, Xue Heling saw his master lying on the couch with blurred eyes, his body was flushed, and he was panting lightly, looking ruined by play.

Xue and Ling pretended that they didn't know anything, and said: "Master, these spirit groups belong to the Jingu, and you are almost there."

Ning turned his pupils, with a puzzled look on his face, "Shengong?"

All he remembered was that number 67 had pushed himself off the mountain and came here after waking up.

"Yes." Xue and Ling sighed, glanced at the vast white world, their voices were full of nostalgia, "Master No. 67 is not trying to harm you, there is a passage leading to the shrine under that sea area, if you don't believe me, look at it Sky."

Ning Zhe raised his head, and when he saw the azure blue sea above his head, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Under his feet is the blue sky and white clouds, but above his head is the endless deep sea, it is simply a strange fantasy like the world turned upside down.

"That's Uranus." Xue and Ling's silk thread pointed to a direction in the sky and whispered.

Ning Zhe stood up from the ground, followed the place pointed by Xue and Ling, and saw a gorgeous cold star shining with golden-purple light.

"Follow the starlight and go to the place where the stars disappear, that's where the shrine is."

Xue and Ling retracted the silk thread as they spoke, and kissed Ning Zhe's face affectionately, "Master, let's go there. When we return to the shrine, you can revive the god and ask all the truth."

"the truth......"

"Yes, the truth."

Xue and Ling's soft, childlike voices slowly became firmer, "The truth about Lin Yunlan, the truth about Ning Xuan, the truth about Lord No. 67...and the truth about you."

Ning Zhe looked at the star and took a step involuntarily.

The next moment he thought of something again and looked back.

A bloodied man was lying on the ground, the same man who had just tripped him.

Looking at the figure, it should be Yunlan.

I don't know why No. 67 left Yun Lan behind.

Ning Zhe couldn't help thinking about what happened in the dream just now.

After thinking about it, he still walked over, picked up Yunlan and put it on his back, ready to take it away with him.

"Master No. 67 has prepared a storage jade box for you. In addition, you can also put Yunlan in the system space."

There is no need to carry it personally, let alone this person is not qualified to be treated like this by you!Xue and Aya felt a little resentful.

Ning Zhe shook his head, and said lightly: "No, it will dirty the 67th thing."

Yun Lan is not heavy, and Ning Zhe is not that weak yet.

He had only taken a few steps, and immediately there was a "twittering" sound behind him.

Ning Zhe froze and turned his head.

Mao Tuanzi, who had been quiet behind him, moved restlessly again.

When he takes a step, the hairballs jump one step forward.

As soon as he turned his head, the hundreds of hairballs immediately fell silent, pretending that nothing had happened, sitting in a row on the ground, staring innocently at him with pitch-black mung bean eyes.

Ning Zhe immediately remembered the strange feeling of these things drilling on his body, and he said cautiously: "You guys, what do you want to do..."

"Chirp! Chirp, chirp!"

Ning Zhe didn't understand after listening for a while, and asked Xue and Ling, who also said they didn't know.

From before, the only person who can talk to these little things is No. 67. Master No. 67 has always been favored by his master because of these cute little things, and was also framed by other adults in private.

Seeing that Ning Zhe didn't understand, Mao Tuan got together to discuss it, and then rushed towards Ning Zhe.

A dazzling white light flashed, and the next moment the hairball turned into smoke and disappeared, replaced by a brand new snow-colored gown in the air, as thin as mist and ethereal as if unreal.

The dirty old clothes on Ning Zhe's body were taken off by a pair of invisible hands, and the long gown formed by the spirit group was lightly draped over his body without wind, clinging to his delicate skin, as if being caressed.

With black hair and snow clothes, and deep eyes, it seems like a god descended into the world.

Xue and Aya tried it out and found that the clothes were extremely defensive.

In fact, it stands to reason that as long as Master No. 67 is willing to do it, he can't make any kind of god-level defensive clothes, but he just let these spirit groups turn into clothes and wear them on the master.

In fact, the soul group is under the control of Master No. 67, and the sense of touch of the soul group also connects with Master No. 67's sense of touch to a certain extent.

In other words... this is actually no different from the master stripping himself naked and sticking it on Mr. 67...

Although Xue and Ling kept complaining about No. 67's bad taste in their hearts, they didn't dare to say it out. When Ning Zhe asked him, they struggled for a long time before stammering: "Maybe it's... Something for the owner to defend and defend himself..."

He's not wrong to say that.

Ning Zhe looked down at the gleaming white clothes on his body. He didn't pay attention to dressing, so he didn't get entangled. He took Yun Lan and set off directly.

Xue and Ling knelt alone in the small black room and beat their heads against the wall, feeling guilty for failing to keep their master's innocence.

Wang Xing looked very close, but Ke Ning walked for a long time, but the distance never shortened.

It was getting dark.

The deep blue sea above his head turned dark blue, deep and gloomy.

Ning Zhe put down the unconscious Yunlan, leaned against a cloud floating on the ground, and rested for a while.

He stared at the king star above his head for a while, and after a while, sleepiness gradually swept over him.

Ning Zhe's eyelids drooped, and he closed them uncontrollably.

Xue and Ling's terrified voices sounded, "Master, you can't sleep! Hurry up..."

Hurry... Hurry what?

Ning Zhe wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

"Ah Ning, open your eyes..."

"Ah Ning, wake up."

"Don't sleep..."

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice rang in his ears, warm breath brushed against his face, and someone beside him called his name over and over again.

Ning Zhe slightly frowned.

He seemed to be... dreaming again.