I'm a killer with no emotions

"Master, you finally woke up!"

Xue and Ling seemed to have seen a savior, their milky voices were filled with pitiful cries, obviously they could not stand the torture.

The young man held it in his hand, turned his head to look at Ning Zhe, with a smile on his lips, "Hello, Ning Zhe, I am System 61, and I will officially take over your future tasks from today on."

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes, stared at him for a while, and said directly: "Give it back to me."

Number 61 suddenly found this kid very interesting.

When a normal person encounters this situation, he should first ask him about 67's whereabouts, or who he is, and then choose the next step according to the situation.

He thought that Ning Zhe would do the same, but he didn't expect that the child was not afraid at all, and he spoke with such a strong tone when he spoke.

No. 61 glanced at the crumpled snowball in his hand, pursed his lips and chuckled, and threw the ball to him, "I'll give it back to you."

Xue and Ling screamed and were thrown out, Ning Zhe quickly reached out to catch it and hugged it into his arms.

Xue and Ling suddenly returned to his side, and couldn't help crying loudly, "Master, master!"

Ning Zhe's eyebrows and eyes softened, and he rubbed his soft body, "A Ling, be good, don't cry, don't cry, it's fine."

Xue and Ling were only frightened for a while, not because they were petty tempered. After venting for a while, they slowly stopped crying, sobbed and said: "Master, Master fell asleep, I couldn't wake up just now, Ah Ling so afraid."

Ning Zhe remembered the seemingly real and fake scene in the dream, and his expression was a little dignified.

No. 61 slowly walked to him, "If I'm not mistaken, you probably broke into a turbulent time flow and returned to the past."

Ning Zhe looked up at him, puzzled in his dark eyes.

No. 61 looked down at him, and suddenly sighed softly, "It's really pure..."

People can't help but ignite a despicable desire to blacken the clarity, want to break his neck with their own hands, and watch those eyes lose their dazzling brilliance...

As he thought about it, his eyes involuntarily became dark, so dark that there was no light at all.

Ning Zhe frowned, leaned back slightly, and moved away from him.

He sensed a strange and dangerous aura from this man, which made people hairy all over, and made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

His body unconsciously became vigilant, and subconsciously made the most suitable posture for defense.

No. 61 noticed his subtle movements, and quickly put away the dark light in his eyes, with a light and beautiful smile on the corners of his lips, and returned to his gentle and polite appearance.

"If you want to get out from here, you must find the person who created the time turbulence."

Ning Zhe grasped the key point of his words almost immediately, "Is this artificial?"

"Of course, you broke into God's Domain alone, do you know how many monsters and monsters are secretly watching you?"

No. 61 bent down and reached out to him, "However, it is undeniable that you are indeed very smart."

Ning Zhe didn't let him help him, got up by himself, took two steps back and moved away from him, his eyes were surprisingly calm.

Seeing that he was on guard, No. 61 didn't say much, adjusted his glasses and said indifferently: "I don't understand why No. 67 violated the regulations and sent you here, but from now on, I will work out a set for you to complete as soon as possible." I hope you can cooperate with the mission plan."

Ning Zhe didn't care what he said, picked up Yunlan on his back, turned around and left, and didn't respond to a word.

No. 61 looked at him quietly from behind, "Don't you want to get out from here? Without the help of the system, you will be trapped here for the rest of your life, don't you want to experience the pain of betrayal again?" ?”

Ning Zhe's words to him were completely in the left ear and out the right ear, and he couldn't hear him at all. He walked hard in the snow with Yunlan behind his back.

No. 61 looked at his back, a dark light flashed in the long and narrow eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, and he directly turned on the communication system, "Senior, you really deserve to be your host, just as difficult to get close to as you."

Sitting lazily in the dim interrogation room, No. 67 sneered with his chin propped up, "My person is not like me, should I be like you? Besides, Ning Zhe is not difficult to get close to, just to see What is it that is approaching him? Don't think that all the messy garbage wants to get involved, Ning Zhe is not that weak."

No. 61's eyes flickered slightly, "Senior, are you showing off your host to me?"

No. 67 raised his eyebrows, "I'm just stating the facts, but you can think so too."

"It's really enviable." No. 61 smiled bluntly, "It's a pity that once the host is bound to the system, he can no longer escape the control of the system. No matter how unwilling he is, he can only do as I say. I don't know senior How much longer can you laugh."

No. 67's eyes darkened, "61, you'd better not let me find a chance to go out."

"Senior, don't worry, you tampered with the program without permission, violated the system regulations, and helped the host avoid the god-making plan. It is already a certain crime. Now you just wait for the master of the main system to hold a trial meeting, and then completely destroy you, senior.

When you no longer exist, Ning Zhe will be completely reduced to my palm, and become a failure just like the hosts I took over before. "

No. 61 had a happy smile in his eyes.

He deliberately brought Ning Zhe with him just to annoy No. 67.

Almost all systems knew how much No. 67 cared about his current host, even if it was just an insult, it would make him instantly angry.

But this time, No. 67 was not as angry as he imagined.

He drooped his black eyelashes, his expression was calm, and his voice was calm, "61, how long have you been waiting for this day?"

He said "you".

No. 61 did not refute, but pursed his lips and smiled, "Not long, but a few hundred years."

A few hundred years is indeed not a long time compared to the infinite life of the system.

For Yongsheng's No. 67, it is nothing.

But No. 67 seems to have passed through countless years. He has been ups and downs in the endless years, and he has almost forgotten his identity, his mission, and gradually faded away those precious memories. .

Time is indeed the sharpest knife in the world, no matter how deeply you once loved, it will be turned into a handful of ashes under this knife.

No. 67 closed his eyes, and finally said only one sentence: "You will never succeed, he will come back sooner or later."

"Really." No. 61 squinted his eyes, half-sighing, "But who knows what will happen in the future..."

He turned off the communication, stopped contacting No. 67, and raised his eyes to look at the figure of Ning Zhe not far away.

The cold wind became stronger, and the sky was full of snow. The snow on the ground was ankle-deep, and it was difficult to pull it out again.

Ning Zhe can't use his spiritual power here, so he can only walk step by step behind his back.

He walked slowly, but never stopped.

The snow-colored frail figure merged with the vast world, and No. 61 could not be seen clearly after talking about it.

This child obviously has nothing left, but he still hasn't broken his spine. No matter how difficult it is, he has to keep going. He wants to live more than anyone else.

Number 61 suddenly became curious about what was supporting Ning Zhe.

He moved his body slowly, stepped on the snow without a trace, and caught up with the figure in front of him in less than a blink of an eye.

Seeing him catching up, Ning Zhe pursed his lips, feeling a little unbalanced in his heart.

After walking for so long, this man caught up with him without any effort, and stood aside with his arms folded, observing him as if he was laughing at him.

As abominable as number 67.

Ning Zhe looked away and stopped looking at him.

No. 61 did not give up, "I can help you complete the task, and I can help you get everything you want. Compared with No. 67, who is lacking in energy, I can provide you with more things. Think about it carefully, how can you cooperate with me?" Sample?"

Before Ning Zhe refused, he said again: "You should know, this is not asking you, I have countless ways to make you have to agree, but I don't want to do that, I hope you will do it voluntarily."

As he said to No. 67, once the host is bound to the soul, he will not be able to escape the control of the system for the rest of his life.

Whether it's torture, confusion, or simple control techniques, he has plenty of ways to make Ning Zhe compromise.

But he also said that he doesn't like to force.

Rather than killing the prey with his own hands, he prefers to let the prey walk into his trap, be caught by his own stupidity, and eventually die in a cocoon.

Ning Zhe glanced at him, "What if I don't want to?"

"You're a smart kid." Number 61 looked at him, "No. 67 didn't tell you, but I guess you should have figured it out a long time ago."

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

He did have a guess.

Although No. 67 has always told him that the host and the system are in a peer-to-peer relationship, he has never used any means of punishment against him.

But Ning Zhe can probably guess from his occasional inexplicable weakness and some strange behaviors - they are not equal.

For these systems, the host is just a puppet to complete the task.

Once the puppets are disobedient and do things that violate the rules, the system can punish them at will.

Ning Zhe knew in his heart that he was undoubtedly a disobedient host, but he never received any punishment.

Perhaps it was because those punishments had already been replaced by someone.

Ning Zhe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers curled up.

The reason why No. 67 was recalled was probably because he privately helped him to block the punishment that should belong to him...or it was more serious than this.

For example... Changed his original fate, and helped him change his original mission privately.

When No. 61 saw that his breathing was slightly heavier, he knew that he had guessed it.

Should I say that he really deserves to be the same person as No. 67? Even his senses are equally sharp.

"How about it, have you considered it?" No. 61 stopped, "Ning Zhe, I don't want to hurt you."

Ning Zhe turned his head to look at him, his black and white eyes were reflected by the snow, "You said just now, I can do whatever I want."

Number 61 nodded.

The system mall has everything you need, and as long as you have enough energy, you can exchange it for anything.

Because No. 67 always helps the host in missions, he lacks energy, and it is difficult for him to even open the mall.

But No. 61 is different. It is common for him to plunder the energy of the host.

Or it should be said that all systems rely on plundering the life energy of the host to maintain life activities.

Since the establishment of the system space, no system is willing to take the initiative to bear the punishment for the host, and it is unheard of to use the energy it relies on to survive to help the host reduce the pain.

For the system, the host is not only a tool but also a nourishment.

Do people develop feelings for their own food?

--Won't.

So only number 67 has been an outlier in all systems for hundreds of years.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was the initial system, and was extremely powerful, he would have collapsed long ago due to lack of energy.

No. 61 did not understand his behavior.

Taking a strong opportunity to refuse, instead, he developed feelings for the host, allowing the host to get whatever he wants, and ultimately endangering his own life.

From No. 61's point of view, this is a rather stupid behavior.

Playthings are playthings, and they are never worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with them.

But even so, he has always bestowed his favorite playthings on him, and the energy accumulated over hundreds of years is enough for him to squander them wantonly.

So he told Ning Zhe that he could do whatever he wanted, not joking.

Even if Ning Zhe wants to be the master of this ancient world, he can help him achieve his wish.

It's a pity that he still doesn't understand Ning Zhe after all.

A person who doesn't even care about his own life and death has any obsession.

Hearing his promise, Ning Zhe blinked his big eyes, and asked him in a soft and gentle voice: "Really?"

No. 61 felt that at this moment, the child with red lips and white teeth was as delicious and sweet as a soft milk cake, making people want to swallow him.

He stretched out his slender fingers to support the glasses frame, with a polite smile on the corner of his lips: "Of course."

Ning Zhe also bent his lips towards him, showing a cute little smile, "Then..."

He paused for a moment, a mocking smile seemed to flash across his eyes, and it disappeared so quickly that one almost thought it was an illusion.

No. 61 didn't notice, he was patiently waiting for Ning Zhe's next words.

The next moment, I heard Ning Zhe seriously say in a pure and soft voice: "Then I want number 67."

Number 61 was stunned for a moment.

Ning Zhe tilted his head, pulled out a hand and pinched the corner of his clothes, like a baby, raised his head and asked innocently: "Is it okay?"

......

In the torture chamber.

Seeing Ning Zhe like this, No. 67 finally couldn't help laughing out loud, shook his head, eyes full of doting and tenderness.

He wove those spirit groups into clothes and put them on Ning Zhe, not only to protect him, but also to observe his movements at all times.

Therefore, he could see Ning Zhe's every move in front of his eyes, but others didn't know it.

The people outside the crystal wall saw him laughing suddenly, thought he was mocking themselves, and immediately said angrily: "Give me more strength!"

The person who controlled the intensity was a little uneasy, "It's already the strongest force, if it continues like this, there will be problems, and... and the main system does not allow us to use lynching, in case we are discovered... ..."

"What are you afraid of? He is already a dead man, the main system won't care about these things, continue to torture me!"

The systematic criminal law is directly aimed at the soul, and the bone-piercing pain is far more unbearable than the physical pain.

Just when the man's voice fell, a very strong tingling sensation instantly swept through his whole body!

It was as if a knife was stirring desperately in his nerves. Thousands of ants and insects were attached to his bones and devoured desperately, sucking his bone marrow frantically. The numb pain made life worse than death.

The constant pain almost tore his whole life apart.

No. 67 broke out in cold sweat immediately, his face was instantly pale and bloodless, his body was shaking like a sieve, and his expression was filled with pain that was almost terrifying.

But even so, he still clenched his teeth and didn't even make a muffled sound.

"I'll see how long you can endure!" The man became even more angry, and the man who pushed the control switch pushed his hand to the highest point.

No. 67's pupil shrank violently!

The more intense pain crushed him. No. 67 was tightly tied to the chair, his head was raised high, and his eyes lost their luster in an instant.

Someone panicked and said, "I-I'm going to die..."

"What are you afraid of? He won't die anyway!" The man sneered, not caring, "Lu Qi, no matter how powerful you are, you'll end up lingering at my feet! Look at yourself now, do you look like that?" A dog? Huh? Hahahahahahahaha..."

No. 67 gasped heavily, his head drooped heavily, his waist was bowed and he panted lightly, his fine short hair wet with cold sweat lay limply on his temples, dripping with water.

The drenched clothes were clinging to his skin, rising and falling with his heavy breathing, making this upright and unyielding figure even more tenacious.

It's obviously an embarrassing gesture, but it is unreasonably tempting to commit crimes.

Seeing this, the man sneered: "Lu Qi, tell me about you, what are you doing so stubbornly? Since the main system wants the secret in your hands, you just tell him. Now it's different from the past. That person's The era has passed, and it is useless to insist on it."

"59, you are wrong, he is not dead, he is always there."

"He's a fart!" No. 59 suddenly roared violently, very excited.

"When is he here! When you were called around like a dog by the main system, was he there!? When I was taken away by someone else's cramp and broken bones, was he there!? The system space collapsed, so many Was he there when the system disappeared!? Let me ask you, was he there at all!!"

No. 67 closed her eyes, unwilling to speak.

59 was so angry that he kicked the chair away and punched the crystal wall hard, "He didn't care about our lives at all! Lu Qi, can you be sober! If you dare not face it, let me tell you , you Lu Qi is just a plaything he created casually! You can throw it away at will, he never cared about you!"

"I don't need him to care."

Unlike No. 59's anger, No. 67's voice was unusually calm, without any emotional ups and downs, "I helped him just for revenge."

"I fucking believe your ass!" No. 59 sneered, "You're a cheap dog, as long as he beckons, you can't wait to go up to him and lick him, you deserve it!"

No. 67 smiled, thinking that it would be great if he could really wave at him.

59 Seeing him like this, he knew that he was hopeless.

Taking a few deep breaths, suppressing the rage that surged from the bottom of my heart, I regained my composure, evoked a phony smile, and said, "No matter what, it's impossible for him to be resurrected again, and what you've done is useless.

No one in this world can escape the control of the main system, No. 67, for the sake of being a classmate, I advise you, obediently be your system, and don't fight against the main system. "

No. 67 slowly raised his eyes, panted and opened his lips, his dark eyes stared at him coldly, and forced out a hoarse sentence, "I said, he will come back."

No. 59 sneered, "Stubborn! You just die here with your ridiculous beliefs!"

He cast a cold glance at No. 67 who was about to pass out, turned around and left with the people, and closed the door with a "bang".

The torture room returned to silence, but the painful torment did not stop.

Eyelashes wet with sweat, No. 67 struggled to open his eyes, and barely made out the familiar figure of Ning Zhe in the icy and snowy field.

With the last of his strength, he gently hooked his lower lip, looked at this man almost obsessively and greedily, and silently squeezed out two words: "Ning Zhe..."

......

in the realm of the gods.

Ning Zhe's ears suddenly trembled, and he raised his head and looked around in a daze, as if he was looking for something.

"A Ling, did you hear something just now?"

Xue and Ling were puzzled: "What kind of voice is the master talking about? Ah Ling only heard the wind."

Ning Zhe touched his ears, lowered his eyes, and was silent for a long time before he murmured, "It's nothing, I probably... heard it wrong..."

He is now sitting behind a huge snow stone, Yunlan is leaning against him, still breathing weakly, showing no signs of waking up.

No. 61 has already been pissed off by him.

After he said those words, No. 61's face darkened obviously, and he stared at him for a long time before leaving.

Ning Zhe felt that he was probably preparing some big move to deal with him.

Obviously, he himself said that he can do whatever he wants, but when he said it, how could this person go back on his word?

It can't stand the test at all, and it's far worse than No. 67.

If it was number 67, he would definitely smile and say to him, "Yes, I will trade your life for it."

Ning Zhe recalled the cold and sarcastic manner in which No. 67 said this, and couldn't help curling up the corners of his lips, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

But where is number 67?

If he doesn't come back, he will freeze to death.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, muttered silently, and hugged his knees tightly.

The snow-colored robe on his body emitted a warm temperature, wrapping him tightly, as if No. 67 was hugging him.

Ning Zhe felt that if he continued to think about it, he would not be able to pull it back.

He patted his face and forced himself not to think about number 67.

It was getting dark and the snow was getting bigger and bigger.

Ning Zhe turned his head and glanced at Yunlan who was freezing cold beside him, grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards him, and brought him into his arms.

Immediately, it was so sour and refreshing like holding a piece of ice in my arms.

Ning Zhe shivered fiercely, shaking his hands to check Yunlan's breathing.

Not dead yet.

Ning Zhe hugged him tighter, wrapping his cold hands in his clothes to cover them.

He still had a little consciousness, and unconsciously grabbed Ning Zhe's clothes, retracted his head into his warm neck, moved his lips soundlessly, and didn't know who he was calling.

In the light reflected by Baixue, Ning Zhe lowered his head and looked at him for a long time, gesticulating with his little hand on his fragile neck, and finally retracted it.

He rested his chin on Yunlan's head, closed his eyes, and muttered, "Brother Yunlan, stop bullying me..."

Not surprisingly, he returned to the Zongheng Pavilion after falling asleep.

Here is the daylight, the sky has just turned white, and the morning glow has dyed half of the sky red. Looking through the snow-covered wooden window, it is gorgeous and beautiful.

Since Ning Zhe opened his eyes, he has been staring out of the window without moving.

It didn't take long for Yunlan to wake up, subconsciously pulled him into his arms and kissed him, and said in a daze, "Good morning, Ah Ning."

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on his clear and energetic face. After a long time, he also smiled, and said softly, "Brother Yunlan, good morning."

......

system space.

After No. 59 came out of the torture room angrily, he was stopped by someone.

No. 59 turned around, and after seeing who was coming, he couldn't help but wonder: "No. 61? Didn't you go to deal with No. 67's mess? Why did you come back?"

No. 61 adjusted his glasses, and said calmly: "It's nothing, the host is disobedient, I want to ask you to teach me a lesson."