I'm a killer with no emotions

In an instant, countless eyes fell on him.

Hearing the words "main system", almost all the systems in a hurry stopped and turned their heads to look this way.

Ning Zhe saw in their eyes the awe of absolute obedience and the fear of not daring to resist.

It seems that this master of the main system is very dignified in the hearts of these systems.

Ning Zhe thought about it, glanced at the man in front of him, and felt that his long and narrow eyes looked familiar.

The man chuckled, took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket, and put them on slowly.

"No. 61?" Ning Zhe recognized him only now.

"My dear host, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have forgotten me. It's really sad."

With a regretful tone, No. 61 stretched out his hand and pushed the frame of the glasses towards the bridge of his tall nose, "So, you also forgot the agreement you made with me?"

"I don't remember when I made an agreement with you. Also, I am not your host. I only have one system."

No. 61 sighed, "Master Host is really as hard as iron, and has completely forgotten the friendship of the past. Anyway, I am not here to catch up with you today. The master of the main system asked me to invite you to come over and discuss something with you."

Ning Zhe didn't move, "Main system?"

"My boss, of course, is also No. 67's boss." He smiled meaningfully, "Perhaps you will also find it familiar."

Ning Zhe frowned, and glanced at the high priest in his arms.

Number 61 handed over a ring.

"This is a storage ring, a survivable object, you can put it in temporarily."

In ancient times, storage containers for survivable objects also appeared in Dayue, but since the fall of the God of God, the power of the gods has gradually declined, and this kind of god is rarely seen.

Ning Zhe stared at the simple and exquisite ring, "How do I know if there is any danger?"

"That depends on your judgment."

No. 61 smiled happily, "Do you need me to put it on for you?"

Ning Zhe ignored him.

He has seen how to use this ring in ancient books.

Injecting the power of the soul into the ring, put away the body of the high priest, put the ring in the purse and hung it on his waist.

"Don't you want to wear it?" No. 61 looked at him with a smile.

"Number 67 said, don't wear things given by strange uncles indiscriminately."

Number 61 laughed.

During his absence, Ning Zhe grew a lot taller.

Still short for him.

At his age, it's not too much to call him uncle.

It's just... No. 67 is really good at teaching people.

Call yourself uncle, call him brother?

An old monster that has lived for tens of thousands of years has a really thick skin.

He sneered, patted Ning on the head, "Okay, let's go, I'll take you to the main system."

After passing through several systems, someone asked him: "Who is this person? The main system actually wants to meet him in person?"

No. 61 raised his eyebrows, "A person who can't afford to offend."

"He is only a soul body, but he can still partially materialize. I have only seen such a powerful power of the soul in one person."

There was a system answering next to him: "If you say so, it seems that the god-making project that No. 67 was in charge of some time ago has gone wrong? I remember that he has been sent to another mission world."

"I just came back this morning, and it seems that I made some mistake again, and was directly locked up by the main system. I really didn't expect that there would be someone like him who could materialize with only the power of the soul."

"I really hope they can meet, it must be wonderful, hahaha..."

Several systems laughed and dispersed.

What they said fell into Ning Zhe's ears exactly.

He raised his eyes and looked at No. 61 who squinted and smiled lightly.

This man's smile was too fake, like an old fox, with the corners of his eyes curled up, as if he was thinking of some bad idea.

Ning Zhe always felt that he deliberately let himself hear the information.

But he didn't ask

Ning Zhe was taken to an elegant room.

No. 61 didn't go in, so he opened the door for him and let him in.

"You're not going in?"

"The master of the main system has not been summoned, so I dare not go beyond the rules." No. 61 adjusted his glasses, and smiled, "Why, can't bear to part with me?"

Ning Zhe had no expression on his face, turned his head back and walked into the room.

The boss of No. 67, this title sounds very powerful.

So Ning Zhe thought that he would see some strange scene.

But no, everything is normal.

The room is spacious and clean, and the display is a bit like the study room of No. 67. The black and white colors are simple and bright, and the sunlight pours in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a sense of warmth.

A handsome and gentle man was sitting behind the desk, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Standing beside him were two men who seemed to be whispering something, and in front of him was a set of tea sets, steaming from celadon gilt cups.

Seeing Ning Zhe come in, he raised his hand, interrupted the man beside him, and greeted Ning Zhe with a smile.

"sit."

With just one word, the power is suddenly born, and the sense of oppression is like a cloud.

The two men beside him were barely standing.

"Go down first."

The man gave them an order, then looked at Ning Zhe, and chuckled lightly: "Sorry, the people below are ignorant, I made you laugh."

He said so, but he had no intention of withdrawing his coercion, and intentionally or unintentionally, he kept putting pressure on Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe raised his eyelids, looked at him calmly, and said lightly, "No problem."

After finishing speaking, she walked unhurriedly, sat opposite the man, raised her eyes and waited for him to speak.

When the two sides confront each other, reticence is the best, and the one who speaks first will easily fall into the worst position.

This is what the general taught him.

At this moment, Ning Zhe showed all the aura he had when he was a little emperor, and his every move revealed a dignified and elegant air, which made people look respectful.

At this moment, the aura around him is not inferior to the man opposite him.

The main system's eyes dimmed, and any emotion flashed away from his eyes.

But he didn't show it, but smiled and motioned Ning Zhe to look at the teacup in front of him.

"The superior Longyuan Shengxue, I asked No. 61 to bring it from the lower realm, try it, is it the same as the one from the Dayue Palace?"

Ning Zhe looked down at the celadon gilt cup filled with clear liquid in his hand.

He was thinking about whether there was poison in it.

After a while, he picked up the cup and took a sip.

"How?" The main system asked him.

Ning Zhe put down the teacup slowly, shook his head, "Not good."

"Oh? Why not?"

"It's for tea to wash away troubles and clear the mind. The more I drink, the more troublesome I become. How can it be considered a good tea?"

The main system laughed.

He was handsome and beautiful, with a gentle temperament, and his smile was even more gentle as water, which was extremely attractive.

It's a pity that Ning Zhe has seen the most in his life, is a handsome man like him.

Not to mention No. 67, even Huo Chen, Ningyan, Qin Shen and others have more outstanding demeanor than him.

Ning Zhe watched him smile expressionlessly, and when he had laughed enough, he said: "Longyuan Shengxue from Dayue Palace has a taste as pure as a spring, slightly bitter at the beginning, but the aftertaste is lingering, and the tip of the tongue is sweet.

As for this cup, it should be because of the different steeping method, the tea taste is too strong and monotonous, which is not good. "

The main system took a sip by itself and nodded, "You're right, it's really not good, and it's a waste of good tea."

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

He could hold his breath, and he wouldn't even open his mouth if he was killed.

The main system waited for a while, and saw that he had remained silent, his eyes darkened.

His fingertips rubbed lightly on the glazed surface of the teacup for a while, and he said with a smile: "How about you teach me how to make tea, and I will put No. 67?"

Ning Zhe looked at him inexplicably, "Why?"

"Aren't you worried about him all the time? You stayed here and taught me how to make tea. I let him go. It's fair, isn't it? You have nothing to lose."

Ning Zhe scolded the old fox in his heart, and said: "I have nothing to do with him, if you want to lock him up, just lock him up and let me go back."

"You can leave at any time, I just want to talk to you, I won't force you to stay."

"thanks for treatment."

Ning Zhe didn't say a word of nonsense, nodded to him, stood up and went out the door.

The main system looked at his back with an unpredictable smile on his lips.

No. 61 was surprised that he came out so quickly, followed his footsteps, "What did you say?"

"nonsense."

It's not all nonsense.

Ning pinched his throat with his fingertips, forcing himself to spit out the tea he had just drunk.

"You are cautious, but don't worry, the main system will not poison the tea."

Whether there is poison in the tea is not important.

Importantly, he's disgusting.

There was human blood in that tea.

What kind of main system is this? It's purposely used to disgust him.

I just don't know if it's Yun Lan's blood or No. 67's blood.

Ning Zhe frowned and looked at No. 61: "Do you know where Yunlan is?"

"I knew you would ask him."

No. 61 hooked her lips, "The main system said, you can only take one of No. 67 and Yun Lan."

"I want Yunlan." Ning Zhe didn't hesitate.

"So ruthless? Number 67 knows it's time to be sad."

Ning Zhe remained silent, and there was no wave in his eyes.

No. 61 took him to the place where Yunlan was held.

Yunlan was still sleeping, her clothes were neat and clean, and there was no scar on her body.

So, that blood should be number 67?

Ning Zhe almost forgot how long he hadn't seen that person, and when he said he wanted to leave, he left quietly.

He also said that he would always be with him.

Said he liked him.

big liar.

Number 61 didn't know what he was thinking.

He helped Ning Zhe put Yunlan into the storage ring, then held up his palm and put the ring on his little finger.

The mysterious and dark ancient copper ring is engraved with delicate patterns, against the pale and clear fingers, it has a thrilling beauty.

No. 61 looked at it for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "It's like a promise ring."

Ning Zhe heard the words and was about to take off the ring.

"Hey." No. 61 grasped his hand, "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

Ning Zhe looked up at him, "I want to go back."

No. 61 agreed, temporarily shut down the defense function of the system space, and sent him away.

When he went back to report, the main system asked him: "Did he mention number 67?"

Number 61 shook his head, "He doesn't seem to care."

The main system laughed, "Ning Zhe is still the same Ning Zhe after all, and it will be the same for many years. No. 67 will never let him take another look."

"Then No. 67 is still closed?"

"why not?"

The main system smiled gently, "He forced Ah Jiu to let him go out without permission, which is already against the rules, and he will naturally be punished."

......

torture room.

As usual, No. 67 was hung with his hands tied and tied to a cross.

The difference is that this time there are two more people beside him.

"I know you only because I committed a crime in my mother's previous life!"

No. 59 gritted his teeth angrily.

He is the chief inspector of Tangtang System Space, and now he has fallen to this point!As a result, the culprit is still here in a daze!

No. 67 was not in a daze.

He was looking out the window lost in thought.

Ning Zhe just passed in front of him.

It's just that the window is one-way, and Ning Zhe can't see him.

No. 61 even touched Ning Zhe's head on purpose, and deliberately demonstrated at him where Ning Zhe could not see.

It is estimated that he is tired of life and is rushing to seek death.

The main system is quite tormenting, and even this kind of bloody tricks of passing by is used.

It's a pity, no matter how sensational the drama is, it's useless to Ning Zhe.

Even if he appeared in front of Ning Zhe now, Ning Zhe could push him away expressionlessly to save Yunlan.

If he didn't know Ning Zhe so well, maybe he could feel better.

Number 67 sighed inwardly.

Seeing his silence, No. 59 kicked him angrily, "What should I do now! Can you fucking fart! If it wasn't for you, I would be able to become like this?"