I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe opened his eyes in a daze, but his mind was still in chaos.

"A-Ning, why are you still sleeping, are you being lazy again?"

A delicate and fair face suddenly approached him, with a smile at the end of his eyes, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Ning Zhe suddenly froze, stared at him blankly, and opened his mouth silently, "You..."

A face that Ning Zhe was very familiar with appeared in front of him, but it was very immature and pure, and it didn't have the sinister feeling in his memory at all.

"what happened?"

The young man didn't notice his abnormality. Seeing that he was not moving, he leaned over and patted his head, "The fever is gone, you should be fine, I will make you some medicine today and you will be fine. Those bullies yesterday I've dealt with your people, don't worry."

Ning Zhe looked up at him, his eyes were transparent and pure.

The young man smiled, clasped the back of his head with one hand and pressed it towards himself, lowered his head, rubbed his forehead against the center of his brow, and said in a low voice, "A-Ning, don't be afraid, I won't let others bully you again in the future."

Ning Zhe was a little confused about the situation, and pinched his thigh hard.

hiss!pain!

Not dreaming.

Ning Zhe felt dizzy, if it wasn't a dream, why would he see Yunlan from before.

He struggled a bit, trying to push Yunlan away.

Yunlan let go of his body, but reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, hugged him in his arms, put on his clothes, sat on the couch and put on cloth boots for him, "Get up, I heard The chief of the cabinet is here to inspect today, and we cannot be absent."

Ning Zhe hung his hands around his neck, and his mind became more dizzy, "... Pavilion Master?"

"Yes, sir..."

Yun Lan responded smoothly, but suddenly realized something, suddenly raised her head, her eyes were a little excited and disbelieving.

Ning Zhe was stabbed by the bright light in his eyes, and couldn't help shrinking back, "Yunlan...you..."

The young man was stunned for a moment, his eyes were hot, and he rushed over, holding Ning Zhe's face with both hands, and asked excitedly, "Ah Ning! What did you say just now?!"

Ning Zhe tilted his head in confusion, "Yunlan...brother?"

Yunlan's eyes were filled with surprise for a moment, she grabbed him by the waist and hugged him, and happily spun around in mid-air several times, "A-Ning! A-Ning! You can finally speak!"

Ning Zhe was dizzy from being turned around, and lay on his shoulder in a daze, with stars in front of his eyes, unable to speak clearly, "Stop, don't...don't turn...vomit !"

Yunlan stopped in a hurry, patted him on the back carefully, and apologized: "A-Ning, A-Ning, I'm sorry I'm so happy, are you okay?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, pushed him away with one hand, leaned on the bedpost and hunched over and retched a few times.

He called Xue and Aya several times in his heart, but he didn't get a response.

Not long ago, Yun Lan was lying beside him covered in blood, but now he has changed into the appearance of a few years ago.

The sense of touch is real, and the feeling is also real...everything here is terribly real, including himself, and the person in front of him who is exactly like Yunlan.

Ning Zhe seems to have returned to the time when he was still in the Zongheng Pavilion when he was a teenager.

At that time, he hadn't met the emperor, hadn't become an emperor, and hadn't met Ning Zhi, the high priest, or Huo Chen, and Yun Lan was still his gentle brother who protected him all the time.

No pain, no worries.

It's a scene that you can't even dream of

But he knew it was fake.

Ning Zhe raised his head, stared coldly at the young man with a gentle smile in front of him, and asked indifferently, "Who are you?"

Yunlan took a step forward and walked in front of him, knelt down and touched his face, and said in a gentle voice, amused: "A-Ning, are you confused? Who else could it be, of course it's Brother Yunlan... .”

......

"No!"

Ning Zhe shook his body violently and woke up suddenly with inexplicable horror in his eyes.

"You're not... you're not, you're not..."

He tightened his clothes, panting heavily, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, which soon wet his temples.

Xue and Ling asked him worriedly: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Zhe covered his face and forced himself to calm down, "I just...what happened to me?"

"You passed out suddenly, and you can't wake up." Xue and Ling said anxiously, "What happened?"

Ning Zhe recalled the dream-like scene just now, and the feeling of extreme reality seemed to still linger on his body.

Illusion...

Ning Zhe took a few deep breaths, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, then shook his head, "It's okay, let's continue walking."

He glanced at Yun Lan who was lying beside him, and stayed for a moment on his unrecognizable face. The emotions in his eyes were ups and downs, and he was struggling. After a long time, he put away his emotions and carried his back again. Set off.

As you walk, the foggy sky with clouds floating under your feet gradually disappears, turning into a sheet of white snow, and your feet step on it, leaving footprints of different shades.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ning Zhe suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head and looked at the white snow that was accumulating almost to his ankles, and asked Xue and Ling: "How long will it take to get there?"

Xue and Ling calculated the distance and said, "There is still about half a day's journey."

Ning Zhe shook his head, "We can't get there, we've been going around in circles."

Xue and Ling were stunned for a moment, and saw him squatting down, reaching out to brush away the snow under his feet.

An inconspicuous pool of bright red blood was buried under the snow, and it had soaked through a large piece of white snow. A few unobvious footprints were left beside it, and they couldn't be seen without looking carefully.

"This is the blood on Yunlan's body, and this is my footprint. We have been here just now."

Ning Zhe sighed, and a gust of cold wind blew, making him want to cry, "This should be a well-arranged phantom array, we are trapped in the gate of death, and we can't get out."

In order to prevent ordinary people from intruding indiscriminately, many illusions were indeed set up around the shrine, which were arranged by the god himself.

It stands to reason that these illusions should have no effect on Ning Zhe, how could this be?

Yuki and Aya became confused.

Ning Zhe had learned a little magic array from the high priest before.

As long as there is an array, there must be an eye for the array.But the phantom array in front of him, let alone the eye of the array, Ning Zhe didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.

This is no longer something that he, a half-baked guy, can solve.

Ning Zhe called number 67's name a few times in his heart, but number 67 didn't know what to do and didn't respond.

If he didn't come back, Ning Zhe felt that he would probably be trapped here until he died.

He turned around a few times, and asked Xue and Ling to find out the direction. He tried many methods, but he was still circling in circles.

It was getting dark soon.

Since he couldn't get out, Ning Zhe didn't want to move anymore, so he looked for a shelter from the wind, leaned against the stone wall and closed his eyes.

Yunlan beside him probably didn't sit still, she swayed and fell directly on him, and the dirty blood on her body also rubbed onto his clothes.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes, their eyes were a little cold.

He looked down at Yun Lan.

Xue and Ling didn't know how to describe that look, but they always felt that it was exactly the same as the way the master looked at No. 67 when he made a big mistake that time.

It was a kind of cold gaze looking at ants with killing intent.

Just like a god looking down on the world, ruthlessly controlling fate.

Xue and Ling couldn't help but shuddered, almost thinking that the master was going to restore his memory for a moment.

Fortunately, Ning Zhe didn't do anything, just looked at it for a while, then turned his head and closed his eyes again.

Xue and Ling trembled with their fragile little hearts, and they kept calling No. 67 in their hearts, praying for him to come back soon.

......

When No. 67 received the news from Xue and Aya, they were being interrogated.

He sat in the interrogation room, looked lazily at the figures on the other side of the crystal wall, and said lightly: "I said, I didn't violate the order. There was something wrong with the auxiliary system, and a false order was sent. You need to investigate. Chad was supposed to be a secondary system program, not me."

"No need to check, the program has indeed been tampered with." A man in a suit and leather shoes with a gold frame stared at him coldly, "No. 67, in the entire system space, only you have the ability to tamper with the system instructions."

No. 67 raised his brows and eyes slightly, and the end of his eyes naturally brought out the cold breath of a superior. He sneered, "61, what do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

System No. 61 adjusted his glasses, and the icy cold light flicked across the frame, and finally fell into his eyes, falling into the dark abyss, "We will handle this matter fairly, the task of creating a god world Temporarily stranded, you wait here for the final judgment."

No. 67 narrowed his eyes, "Since there is no evidence, you have no right to imprison me here. According to the third principle of system space, the system has reasons to protect the safety of the mission world host. If my host dies during my imprisonment What's going on, who's in charge?"

He leaned back on the chair, which was clearly an electric chair for confining prisoners, but he forcibly gave him the majesty of a throne.

System No. 61 pursed its lips slightly, with an ambiguous smile on its cold face, "You don't need to worry about this, senior. Regarding your host, we will assign another system to take over temporarily."

No. 67's expression turned cold, and there was a cold murderous look in his eyes, "What did you say?"

"Some time ago, my mission just ended, so I applied for this mission to the higher-ups. Starting tomorrow, I will temporarily take over this god-making mission."

The sound of the No. 61 system is the same as most systems, with no ups and downs, no human touch, and a cold breath of sub-electronic sound.

But there was a strange light flashing in his eyes, which seemed very strange at first glance.

No. 67's eyes turned black, and the look in his eyes could kill someone, "61, you are looking for death!"

61 didn't care at all, turned around and was about to leave, but he suddenly stopped as if remembering something, turned back and said: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to say, do you know, senior, that my previous mission World, the host is dead again."

"These humans are so fragile..."

61 pursed his lips and laughed lightly, "Senior, I wonder if your host can play with me a little longer?"

"I remember his name seems to be... Ning Zhe?"