I'm a killer with no emotions

The high priest has not recalled the past for a long time.

He has lived so long in this life that he has forgotten many things.

But only the incident that Ning Zhe hurt him, he has always clearly remembered in his heart, every movement and every expression of Ning Zhe, he still remembers vividly when he recalls it.

At that time, Ning Xuan was dissatisfied with the monopoly of Dingbei King, and ordered to take back Dingbei King's military power on the grounds of unlucky astrology, so that he could be demoted to the frontier fiefdom for assassination.

He is the high priest who communicates with the heavens and the earth, so it is natural for him to do astrology divination.

Not long after Dingbei King learned of this, he immediately sent people from the Zongheng Pavilion to assassinate them, but they all failed.

The high priest didn't take Ning Yan seriously. To him, she was just a mortal with no memory of his previous life.

But what he didn't expect was that on the night of astrology divination, in order to protect his master, Ning Zhe stabbed a dagger into his heart from behind.

He asked Ning Zhe the reason, and Ning Zhe closed his eyes quietly like now, and said: "Compared to Master, I am more worried about the safety of my uncle."

He is not a human race, Ning Zhe thought he could take his life, but he did not die.

After hearing that he woke up, Ning Zhe drove to the Xingxing Pavilion, sat in front of his couch, with a gentle and obedient attitude, but the words he uttered were shocking: "I didn't expect that Master's fate is hard, and he didn't die."

He closed his eyes and said nothing, the young man leaned close to his ear, touched his ear with his lips, and breathed softly: "Master, never trust me."

For the sake of a master who abandoned him, he did not hesitate to kill his master who had saved his life and raised him, without any intention of repentance.

This was the first time that the High Priest had felt distressed since the fall of God.

Living in this boundless and endless river of time, he had already forgotten the pain, and now Ning Zhe reminded him of the pain of being betrayed and abandoned.

He never forgot what Ning Zhe said, he just didn't want to think about it.

Every time he thought about it, he couldn't help himself to hate this person.

The cold flame was still spreading inch by inch in his blood, accompanied by endless stinging pain.

He stared coldly into Ning Zhe's eyes, "Even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape. The space around me has been locked by my formation, and you can't get out."

Ning Zhe tilted his head, "I won't run away, I want to be with Master."

As he said, the blade turned from the cold flame in his hand pierced a little bit more. The cold and cloudy flame was mixed with a few wisps of destructive force of reincarnation, which was the natural enemy of the high priest race.

The high priest's face turned slightly pale, and he couldn't help but leaned forward.

Ning Zhe reached out to catch him.

His head rested weakly on Ning Zhe's shoulder, his black hair was scattered, his face was as pale as snow, fragile and sacred.

Ning Zhe caressed his cold side face, "Master looks so pretty when bleeding."

"Who told you..." The high priest took a deep breath, "Who told you this method..."

Ordinary attacks can't kill him, the only thing he fears is the destructive power from the reincarnation sundial.

The sundial of reincarnation is located in the shrine. It was created by the gods. It is an artifact in charge of the reincarnation of the human race. It was originally owned by Qin Shen. However, after Qin Shen reincarnated 300 years ago, the sundial of reincarnation has been sleeping.

The High Priest hadn't tasted this powerless feeling for a long time.

Ning Zhe smiled, "Before coming here, the prime minister said, just in case, he taught me to practice reincarnation. He said that Master is most afraid of this thing, and it is true."

The high priest closed his eyes weakly, "He has done so many things, all of which are wrong."

"Yes." Ning Zhe agreed, "So the prime minister died in the end, and Huo Chen died in the future...Master, do you think you will be like them?"

"As long as the master can survive..."

The high priest's hand slowly touched his heart, and his fingertips suddenly thrust hard into the flesh, touching the beating warm heart, and said coldly: "As long as he survives, it doesn't matter who dies. "

The corner of Ning Zhe's mouth was bleeding, and he lowered his head to lean against him, and parted his lips: "Master...I want to, I want to too..."

I also want to live, not as a container for God, but as a real person.

But the high priest didn't care what he thought.

He pulled out the flame blade from his heart, stood up, stared coldly at the young man kneeling at his feet, "If you want to kill me, Qin Xuanhe may be able to do it, but you are not qualified yet."

Ning Zhe's consciousness gradually blurred.

He knew, he knew he couldn't kill this man, and he never thought about actually killing him.

He just... feels very sad and wants to take revenge.

Ning Zhe forcefully opened his eyes, stretched out his blood-stained hand, and tightly grasped the high priest's snow-white robe.

A small bloody handprint was printed on the corner of the clean clothes.

The high priest lowered his eyes and saw the thin boy lying on the snow covered in blood, slightly bent the corners of his lips, and murmured: "Master...I'm in so much pain..."

......

When Ning Yan and others came here, the high priest had already cleaned up his dirty clothes and was standing silently on a pool of blood.

"A-Ning... Where's A-Ning?!" Ning Yan's heart tightened, and she stepped forward and grabbed his skirt.

The high priest bowed his head indifferently, "You have just recovered your memory, you should know that you are your master."

Ning Yan's hands trembled violently, he shook his head and couldn't accept it, "No, this king... this king..."

His mind was so confused that he didn't know what to say.

The high priest flicked his hand away coldly, turned around and said to the crowd: "The man has escaped, order him to go down, seal the city gate, and hunt him down immediately."

The little emperor was dissatisfied: "What about the God? That killer...what is his name Yunlan...is he really the reincarnation of the God?"

"The oracle says nothing wrong."

"Then take Lin Yunlan into the palace for strict protection, and tell the world that Ning Zhe is an enemy who threatens the God. Whoever catches Ning Zhe will receive a reward of ten thousand liang, and I will add an official title!"

The little emperor took a look at Ning Yan, no matter whether Lin Yunlan was really insane or not, he would never let Ning Yan hold this bargaining chip in his hand again.

Ning Yan couldn't care about the tricks he was playing at this moment, he was completely trapped in pain and entanglement, unable to extricate himself.

The memory told him that he was the guardian of the god, and he should immediately protect Yunlan, but he couldn't let go of Ah Ning in his heart.

That was the person he had loved, betrayed, and had to sacrifice everything to get back. How could he bear to let him die.

But whether he likes it or not, soon, the imperial army and notices hunting Ning Zhe have spread all over the city.

The speed of the news spread was extremely fast. Within ten days, almost the whole world knew that there was a young man who was trying to prevent the resurrection of the God.

The people's abuse and reprimands came one after another, and some even regarded him as a monster, wishing to catch him immediately and burn him to ashes at the stake.

In the early court, the little emperor asked about this matter, but none of the ministers had any clues. The little emperor was furious, and handed over the matter to Ning Yan, ordering him to find out the whereabouts of the thief within ten days.

At the same time, the Tianqi Dynasty also heard about it.

East Palace.

His Royal Highness, who was still young, casually leaned on the beauty couch, listening to the reports of the people under his hand.

"Resurrection God..."

He recalled the news that suddenly came into his mind not long ago, and suddenly smiled, with interest flashing in his eyes, "Then I will go and see, who is this so-called God."

At the same time, the young lord of the Demon Realm also came out of the gate, suppressed his demon energy, pretended to be a little bit, and rushed towards Dayue.

Ning Yan and Huo Chen frantically searched for Ning Zhe.

In short, no matter who it is, everyone is discussing this matter overwhelmingly for a while.

Only the Xingxing Pavilion remained as silent as ever.

"High Priest, Your Majesty has sent an imperial decree to welcome the gods tonight and hold a grand banquet in the palace. At that time, Prince Tianqi, King Dingbei and others will be present. Your Majesty also invites you to the banquet." A servant knelt Reported respectfully on the ground, raised his head cautiously and asked, "Do you think...do you need to refuse?"

The high priest shook his head, "No, tell Your Majesty, I will be there on time."

"Yes!" The servant took the order and left.

After a moment of silence, a soft voice sounded in the temple, "Don't you hate these cumbersome etiquettes, what are you going to do?"

The high priest's brows and eyes were indifferent and calm, "It's about the safety of the master, I will do my best."

"Ah."

The voice chuckled with disdain.

"Let me out," he ordered.

The high priest paused for a moment, then gently opened his hands.

A small mysterious pattern was engraved on the pale palm. The high priest pierced his finger and dripped a drop of blood on the pattern.

There was a burst of white light in the palm of his hand, and then a small figure appeared in his hand, no more than three inches high, exquisite and exquisite, at first glance it looked like a beautifully carved porcelain doll.

But if you take a closer look, it's not a dead thing, it's clearly a alive and kicking villain.

But it wasn't Ning Zhe who couldn't be found by outsiders and others. I don't know what kind of magic the high priest used, but he actually shrunk him and hid him on his body, and didn't hand it over.

Ning Zhe stood still in the palm of the high priest, looked up at him, his eyes were quiet, "Since Master cares so much about Brother Yunlan, why didn't he kill me, but hide me."

why.

The high priest had no words.

He didn't know why either.

He told himself that this was only a temporary captivity, to prevent Ning Zhe from escaping.

On the day when the seven stars gather, he will release this person, dig out his heart, drain his blood, and resurrect his master.

So he said to Ning Zhe: "You are cunning by nature, I can only prevent you from escaping again by keeping you by my side."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, crawled out from his palm, grabbed his sleeve and climbed up, like a restless kitten.

The high priest's long eyelashes trembled, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to support his body, lifted it up smoothly and placed it in front of his eyes, and asked him, "What are you doing?"