I'm a killer with no emotions

The high priest kept saying that Ning Zhe should be quiet, otherwise he would take his life, but his body was quite honest, so he hugged him and fell asleep at night.

I was also worried that he would run away, and held his wrist tightly.

Ning Zhe blinked and poked him with his finger, "Master?"

The high priest closed his eyes and remained silent.

"I can't breathe." Ning Zhe said aggrievedly, "My wrist hurts too."

The high priest opened his eyes, and his light gray eyes glanced at him coldly, "Shut up, don't make noise."

The arms are loose.

Ning Zhe took the opportunity to get into his arms, and clung to his chest like an octopus, wrapping around his waist and abdomen.

The High Priest doesn't actually need sleep.

In the past two or three hundred years, every night, he sat on the roof of the attic and spent the whole lonely cold night accompanied by the stars in the sky.

In the past few days, he has delivered medicine to Ning Zhe at night, and he has seen many scenes of Ning Zhe and Yunlan sleeping in each other's arms.

Sometimes Ning Zhe thought he was gone, but in fact he didn't.

He stood by the window, quietly watching his sleeping face.

Looking at it, for no reason, a surging desire to hold him in his arms to rest.

When he was in the shrine, he had seen many times that Shangshen was intimate with other great servants, but at that time, he did not dare to have such dirty thoughts to defile Shangshen.

It's better to be different.

Ning Zhe is not a god, not his honorable master.

If it was Ning Zhe, maybe he could satisfy his desire.

But he didn't expect that Ning Zhe's body would be so soft and warm.

He was so close to him.

He was so close that he could feel the hot air blowing in his breath, he could see his long black eyelashes like a small fan, and the fine pink fluff on his snow-white face, and he could also touch him as soft and smooth as cream with his hands. skin.

The high priest felt that the place where the two touched was burning hot, and his heart gradually began to burn.

He really wanted to push Ning Zhe away, but when he was about to reach out, he suddenly felt a little reluctant.

Maybe it was the cold night, or maybe it was something else.

In short, he kept his eyes open all night, looking at Ning Zhe's peaceful sleeping face until the sky was bright.

The high priest stayed up all night, but Ning Zhe slept soundly.

He has always liked to sleep, and what No. 67 admires most about him is that he can sleep so dimly and unconsciously no matter where he is.

Afternoon was the departure time, Ning Zhe lay lazily on the couch for half an afternoon, and then slowly got up to wash up under the urging of several god attendants.

He was very familiar with the Zodiac Pavilion, and after eating, he turned into the Star Picking Tower where the high priest usually stayed.

The god attendant stopped him from going in.

These people regard him as a monster that hinders the resurrection of the God, and wish to deal with him immediately, so they naturally have no good feelings for him.

Ning Zhe didn't care, took off his little brocade boots and sat on the rock by the river bank, while folding a willow bracelet, waiting for the high priest boredly.

Several god attendants thought he was an eyesore and wanted to drive him away.

But before he could do anything, the high priest came out.

Ning Zhe raised his head, waved to him with a smile, and softly called: "Master."

Shouting made all the servants startled, and they couldn't believe it when they looked at him again.

How could the high priest accept such untouchables as disciples! ?

However, before they could figure it out, they saw that the high priest, whose eyes were above the top and who didn't take anyone seriously, walked towards him surprisingly obediently.

"What's the matter?"

Ning Zhe stretched out his hand, looked up at him, his lips curved, "Master, give me your hand."

The high priest looked down at him for a moment.

The bright sunlight fell into the boy's pitch-black pupils, as if lighting up an entire Milky Way, shimmering brightly.

He hesitated, and slowly put his hand into his open palm.

Ning Zhe put the green willow ring that he had just woven onto his wrist.

The high priest has handsome hand bones, and his skin is as white as alpine snow, which is even more beautiful against the dots of green willow leaves.

Ning Zhe looked up at him, "This is a token."

The high priest was silent for a moment and asked him, "What token?"

"If you don't take it off, I'll listen to you." Ning Zhe frowned, speaking sincerely, but didn't know the truth.

The high priest didn't answer, but he laughed again and said, "This is the first time I've made this and gave it to someone else. Master, please remember to keep it well."

After he finished speaking, he jumped off the rock with his brocade boots and walked away.

The high priest looked at his back, and then looked down at the rough willow ring on his wrist. The bottom of his eyes was filled with mist and clouds, and he couldn't see his thoughts clearly.

Afterwards, the god attendants were horrified to see him silent for a long time, and actually responded in a low voice: "...um."

In the afternoon, the high priest took several priests and dozens of god attendants, and set off with Ning Zhe.

Yun Lan had been waiting in front of the city gate for a long time, and when she saw the high priest, she came over in a panic, without even looking at him, she took away Ning Zhe, who had re-enhanced the illusion in his arms.

Seeing him hugging Ning Zhe intimately and whispering, kissing and caressing again, the high priest frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Master, don't talk to him."

Yunlan glanced at him, her eyes were a little cold, "Master Priest has no heart, this is a simple statement, but I am a human being, and if you keep calling me master, do you want to deprive me of my right to like a cat?"

Ning Zhe meowed in agreement.

The High Priest's eyes dimmed and he fell silent.

After a long while, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "The servant has overstepped."

Yun Lan couldn't bear to listen to him, so she hugged Ning Zhe and stayed aside.

Not long after, Ning Yan led an army to come.

The emperor was actually very smart, on the surface he pretended to ask Ning Yan to atone for his crimes, but in fact he was secretly coveting his military power.

King Dingbei has an elite army of strong generals, led by the thirteen guards of Dingbei, belonging to thirteen divisions. Each team has thousands of people, and they are divided into different functions, such as guerrilla, spying, rearguard, and logistics. Wait, and every soldier is brave and invincible, one person can be used by hundreds of people.

The emperor has long been greedy for this Dingbei army, suffering from no right to mobilize it, he has never had a chance to do it.

This time King Dingbei was falsely accused of colluding with the enemy, which gave him a great opportunity to take this army into his pocket.

He said he asked Ning Yan to go to the front line to support, but he didn't send him a single soldier, forcing him to use his own soldiers.

The emperor's plan was shrewd. If Ning Yan lost the battle, he could blame Ning Yan for all the faults of this expedition to Tianqi and confiscate his military power.

If Ningyan wins the battle at that time, he will demote Ningyan to a commoner on the grounds of collaborating with the enemy and treason, and this powerful army will naturally fall into his hands.

Of course, it would be easier for Ning Yan to die on the battlefield.

In short, no matter which one it is, for the little emperor, there are only advantages and no disadvantages.

Ning Yan was well aware of his thoughts, the reason why he didn't resist was because he didn't take him seriously, and because it was God's order, he couldn't resist at all.

Flags fly, trumpets sound.

All the people in the city eagerly watched the God of God and the great army go out to battle, hoping that they could bring peace and prosperity to the dilapidated and declining Dai Viet.

Along the way, Ning Zhe saw countless refugees who were displaced by the war, and everyone's eyes were numb and hopeless.

The battle at Weishuiguan was far more tragic than he had imagined.

It is said that the army drank highly poisonous water. If Huo Chen hadn't discovered it early, all the soldiers would have died there.

Even so, the army still suffered heavy losses, with more than half of the casualties. It was forced to retreat steadily by a few thousand-man troops, and lost several important cities.

Tianqi's army raided from the hinterland of Dayue, heading south all the way, with such force that almost no one could stop it.

During the march, the atmosphere was silent and stagnant, and everyone had a serious face.

——Except for Ning Zhe.

He and Yun Lan had a good time.

One is heartless and cold-tempered, and the other is cruel and vicious by nature and doesn't care about the lives of others.

When the two of them got together, they hit it off.

Yunlan still has the identity constraints of the gods, so she can't be too presumptuous, but Ning Zhe is different, relying on herself as a cat to run around.

For a while, he either stole King Dingbei's battle map, smashed the high priest's divination astrolabe, or just dragged Shangshen out to fly a kite.

All in all it was a disaster.

The Thirteen Guards of Dingbei captured this troublesome kitten back several times, but it disappeared again in a blink of an eye, and the three adults who must not be offended strictly prohibited them from harming the milk cat.

The thirteen guards of Dingbei were suffering unspeakably. The general of the army chased after a cat all day long, running around in embarrassment.

Ning Zhe was having fun by himself.

He stole Ningyan's blueprints purely to help him because he wanted to step into Qingluan's trap if he wanted the marching formation.

Breaking the high priest's astrolabe also did not want him to know Qingluan's plan.

As for secretly pulling Yun Lan to fly a kite, that would be wronged, because Yun Lan couldn't bear it and begged him to go.

The army's journey is very fast, but it will arrive in Fengtai City where Huo Chen is located in two days.

But Ning Yan was not in a hurry to send people to contact Huo Chen, he only ordered the army to station in the deep forest ten miles away from Fengtai, and sent a Ding Beiwei to spy on the intelligence.

At night, Yun Lan was called away by the high priest and didn't know what to do. Ning Zhe couldn't sleep alone, so she got out of the tent for a walk.

When the Dingbei guards saw him coming out, their eyes widened, and they immediately surrounded him vigilantly, "Master cat, it's so late, where are you going?"

Ning Zhe: "Meow." (Hungry.)

A Dingbei guard knelt in front of him and sincerely advised: "Look at what you said, the subordinates and others can't understand. It's late at night and the dew is heavy. Why don't you go back and rest?"

Ning Zhe: "Meow." (Is there anything to eat?)

He remained motionless, sitting there peacefully, staring at Dingbeiwei with two big black eyes.

Several Dingbei guards looked at each other, not understanding what this meant.

"Step aside."

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded behind him.

Several Dingbei guards broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately stepped aside to get out of the way, kneeling to greet them: "Master!"

Ning Yan, who was wearing a golden python robe, stood in the darkness, his eyes were deep, deeper than the night behind him.

He walked up to Ning Zhe, bent down, and stretched out a palm towards him.

Ning Zhe lowered his head and saw a piece of small peach cake in his hand.

How could there be such delicate pastries during the march, unless he brought them out of the city.

Ning Zhe raised his eyebrows, leaned into his palm and ate peach cakes.

Ning Yan's eyebrows softened.

"Would you like to go with me, I have other cakes." He asked Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe only hesitated for a moment before being carried away by him.

A few Dingbei thirteen guards were left to stare at their master's back in dumbfounded.

Ningyan's camp is far less comfortable than Yunlan's, but that's not important, what's important is that there is a lot of food here.

Osmanthus cake, cloud slice cake, wishful cake, horseshoe cake, small peach cake, rose cake, pineapple cake, sugar steamed cake, jujube cake...it can be said to have everything.

Ning Zhe wondered why he prepared so many pastries, and gnawed on the pastries with great joy, and he didn't even care about Ning Yan taking the opportunity to rub his hair.

In the end, Ning Yan fed him a bowl of lotus seed soup, and Ning Zhe burped hard, and collapsed on the table, unable to move.

Ning Yan tentatively rubbed his stomach.

Ning Zhe's eyelids moved, but he didn't resist.

Only then did he feel relieved and bald this soft little kitten.

But he didn't enjoy it for long, the high priest walked in with a frosty face, and said coldly: "The prince respects himself."

Ning Zhe was embarrassed.

In the eyes of the high priest, he was in human form, and at this moment, his face was flushed and his clothes were disheveled, which was really a bit slutty.

He silently put aside Ning Yan's hand and stood up.

The high priest's eyes fell on him, his eyes became colder, and he said indifferently: "Come here."

Before Ning Zhe could move, Ning Yan caught him in his arms and said, "Master Priest, this cat stole my king's marching map a few days ago, which gave me a headache for a long time. Is that all it takes?"

The high priest glanced at him, "Does the lord want to argue with a beast?"

Ning Zhe: "..." Bah, you are the beast!

Ning Yan pursed his lips, "Why not? I am narrow-minded, this cat stole my things, so I traded it for myself."

"During the march, state affairs should be the most important thing."

"When the people gather for the country, everything counts."

"What do you want?"

"It's useless to talk too much, let's do it, whoever wins."

The two started fighting when they disagreed, from the camp to the outside of the forest, the sound was earth-shattering, and many soldiers stopped to watch.

Ning Zhe also lay down on the table and looked at it for a while, but couldn't see anything, so he yawned lazily, jumped off the table and went back to Yunlan's camp.

Yun Lan was looking for him all over the camp, and was relieved to see him come back, and asked him if he was hungry.

Ning Zhe shook his head, and pulled him into bed together.

The poor high priest and Ning Yan fought fiercely until midnight, but the culprit was sleeping soundly in someone else's arms, so restless.