I'm a killer with no emotions

"Ning Zhe, I will give you one last chance to choose and let him go."

The figure of the high priest fell in front of him, his face indifferent.

Ning Zhe shook his head, "If I let him go, you will kill me too. You never gave me a chance to choose to live."

He took a step back, took off the cloak that Qin Shen had put on him, and tore open his skirt, revealing his right chest.

The High Priest's eyes moved slightly, and they fell on the flawless white skin on his chest.

Sure enough, there was no lotus mark on his chest.

Ning Zhe even knew that this body was created by the high priest, so he was not disappointed, and said: "Qin Xuanhe has done so much for you, and even gave away his own life, but what happened to him? I didn’t expect that you were not the real God at all.”

"It's him who has always misunderstood the person."

Ning Zhe chuckled, "You're right, I don't have a Shinto lotus, and I'm not your master. The prime minister wanted me to restore my memory, but he didn't know that the god he conjured up with his own life didn't recognize me at all. The existence of it is ridiculous, isn't it."

The high priest looked at him without saying a word, as if he didn't want to waste time with him.

"God said that my blood is the key to resurrecting him, so you will just drain my blood and give it to Yunlan."

Ning Zhe's voice was calm, and his fingers unconsciously tightened, "But I don't want to die yet, at least, I don't want to die in your hands."

Yunlan snorted, the fair skin around her neck was cut by the sharp blade, and blood dripped down the tip of the blade.

The high priest looked coldly, "Let him go, I will give you whatever you want."

"Master, you have nothing to give me now, and I won't kneel down and ask you for anything I want."

Ning Zhe's attitude was indifferent, and then he turned his head to look at Xue and Ling who were still trying to attack despite their scars, and his voice became softer, "A Ling, come back."

Xue and Aya struggled for a moment, but obediently turned into a bracelet and returned it to his wrist.

"Brother Yunlan, I don't want to hurt you, go back."

Ning Zhe withdrew the knife and pricked his fingertips with the tip of the knife. The blood dripping on the scar on Yunlan's neck whispered something in his ear.

The shallow wound healed immediately, and a warm current penetrated Ning Zhe's fingertips from the skin into his body.

Yun Lan was startled, and suddenly an inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up from the bottom of his heart, making his voice tremble, "You... who are you..."

"Those who liked Brother Yunlan." They were also those who hated him.

Ning Zhe looked at him deeply, as if trying to remember his immature face.

Yun Lan didn't know why she could see a sad emotion from his eyes, he couldn't help reaching out to touch his beautiful eyes, trying to make him stop crying.

Ning Zhe didn't give him this chance, and stretched out his hand to gently push him away.

Yun Lan staggered back a few steps and was supported by the high priest.

"Master." The high priest called to him.

Yun Lan was stunned and did not respond.

Ning Zhe glanced at the two of them, and was about to run away, but Yun Lan suddenly woke up, took two steps forward quickly, and suddenly grabbed his wrist, "You are not allowed to go!"

Ning Zhe frowned, and turned to look at him indifferently.

Yun Lan shook her hands, "I, I mean...you, your injury..."

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was talking about hurting him with the flying feather that night.

"It's okay." He paused for a moment before answering, "It has nothing to do with you."

"It's okay..." Yun Lan murmured and repeated, her face gradually became a little strange and dazed, "Oh yes, yes...I don't know you..."

"But me, why am I..." His expression was painful, as if he was caught in some entanglement.

"Let go." Ning lost his patience, and his voice was as cold as ice.

"...No!" Yunlan was startled, and suddenly stimulated by his words, he roared angrily, "No..."

He shook his head, his breathing gradually became heavy, he grasped Ning Zhe's hand tightly regardless, "You can't go...I won't allow..."

"I want to...I want to..."

What else is he going to do?

Yunlan yelled, her head suddenly hurt so badly, she couldn't remember what she wanted to do no matter what.

A kind of extreme resentment and viciousness are intertwined with another kind of emotion that wants to protect, devouring and fighting each other, almost tearing his nerves apart.

Ning Zhe looked at the hatred and pain in his eyes, and at the high priest who was setting up a huge attack formation not far away, and suddenly lowered his eyes, and whispered: "Sorry."

As soon as the words fell, he controlled Leng Yan to turn into a vine and wrap around Yunlan's soul, and flung his hand away vigorously.

"Ah!" Almost instantly, Yunlan let out a scream, and her whole body collapsed on the ground, twitching violently.

The high priest waved his hand quickly, and the wind picked up his body and sent him over.

He was still muttering: "Don't go, don't go... Ning, Ning..."

A name that was about to come out kept spinning in his mouth, but he couldn't get it out.

His face was flushed with anxiety, and he desperately stretched his arms towards Ning Zhe's back, his five fingers were convulsed, his veins were terribly blue, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was worry or hatred.

"Master, you are injured." The high priest put his palm on his forehead and quickly removed the cold flame from his soul.

"Get out!" Yun Lan pushed him away with a palm, and staggered to chase after him, but her whole body was powerless, and she knelt down on the ground directly.

"I remember...I remember!" Yunlan finally hoarse, the voice painful, "It's Aning...you are Aning! Isn't it!"

Ning Zhe still didn't look back.

The high priest sighed softly, "Master, when you wake up, everything will be back to normal." He walked behind Yun Lan and cast a spell on him.

Yun Lan's pupils were wide open, and soon passed out.

Ning Zhe glanced back, took back all the remaining cold flames in his soul, and disappeared into the Tianshen Temple in a flash.

He never thought of hurting Yunlan, but wanted to temporarily block his actions.

The purpose of his coming back was to save this person, but it was a pity that he was not capable enough, and many things went beyond expectations, and now he couldn't even protect himself, he was really incompetent.

He touched Xue and Ling on his wrist, "A Ling, if Number 67 will come back, you must remember to tell him one thing for me."

Xue and Ling were startled, and immediately turned into a figure, "Master, what do you want to do?!"

Ning Zhe smiled, "You help me tell him that Aning will not be able to accompany him to do tasks in the future. This time, Aning wants to live for himself once."

He opened the system space, and before Xue and Aya could react, he pushed him in, "Go!"

"Master!" Xue and Ling looked terrified.

Ning Zhe was very calm, he closed the system space directly, destroyed the key with fire, and turned to face the high priest who was following him.

He also knew that the high priest was clever, even if he escaped into the space himself, he still had a way to catch him out and destroy the space.

In order to let Xue and Aya escape, he could only stay.

The high priest was arrogant and would not specifically go against a small artifact. As long as he stayed, Xue and Ling would be able to leave safely.

Sure enough, the high priest saw his actions, but didn't care at all.

Ning Zhe's resistance had already made him lose his patience.

He raised his hand slightly, and the giant formation directly attacked Ning Zhe, with thunderous bursts and great momentum, like a punishment from heaven.

Ning Zhe let out a muffled snort, and was pierced by countless sharp needles made of ice, dripping blood all over his body, and fell to the ground.

The high priest walked in front of him, lifted his chin with his fingertips, his eyes were cold, "You will never escape."

Ning Zhe was forced to look up at him, bent his lips and said, "Master wants to keep me so much because he likes me."

The high priest narrowed his eyes slightly, and exerted force with his fingertips, almost crushing his jaw.

Ning Zhe was in pain, but still deliberately wanted to provoke him, "You clearly had the opportunity to kill me before, but you never did it, why?"

The high priest was angry, and his tone became cold: "Shut up!"

Ning Zhe straightened his body and approached his face, staring at his eyes, "You can kill me now, take my blood and give it to Yunlan, and you will be able to see your master, why don't you do it?"

The high priest grabbed him by the throat and threatened, "I told you to shut up!"

Ning Zhe couldn't help vomiting blood, his face was pale.

He hooked his lips weakly and smiled, "Because you like me, you dare not."

"Do you know what you're talking about?" the high priest said in a low voice.

"I know."

Ning Zhe suddenly leaned forward, wrapped his arms around his neck, kissed his warm thin lips lightly, licked his lips lightly to please him, and murmured indistinctly: "Master, I hurt so much... …”

The high priest was stunned for a moment.

He knew how severe his attacks were, and Ning Zhe could bear it only because he was used to the pain.

Ning Zhe never talked about pain, so gradually, he also forgot that Ning Zhe had already given birth to his own soul, and he felt it.

The child snorted twice in his arms, like a wounded kitten, poking at his heart with every sound.

The high priest's anger dissipated suddenly, and he slowly loosened his restraint, and his movements became lighter.

"Master..."

Ning Zhe grabbed his snow-white skirt with his small hands, and raised his head with tears in his eyes, "You hug me, okay?"

The high priest stared at him without moving, but there was an invisible thick fog floating in his eyes.

After a while, he finally stretched out his hand and hugged Ning Zhe lightly.

"I won't kill you, as long as you are obedient..."

Before the words fell, his body suddenly paused.

Ning Zhe turned the cold flame into a long blade and pierced his heart from the back. The flame spread through his blood and burned his body quickly.

The high priest lowered his head stiffly, looking at the person in his arms.

Ning Zhe lowered his head, his long hair was messy and scattered, covering his dark eyebrows and eyes.

The high priest couldn't see his expression clearly.

He moved his lips and asked silently, "Why..."

Ning Zhe raised his eyelids, his dark pupils were as quiet and pure as ever.

He caressed the high priest's face, "Master, I said don't trust me, but you forgot again."