I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe had no expression on his face, thinking that he must be hallucinating.

No. 67 laughed: "You heard me right."

Ning Zhe parted his lips slightly, stunned for a moment, and then asked him: "What do you want me for...?"

"Usually, shouldn't you ask me what I'm doing first? Don't you wonder why I left you alone?"

"do you speak?"

"Yes." No. 67 had a light smile on his face, and his voice was a little lower. His cold voice was filled with gentleness, which sounded extremely gentle. "As long as you want to know, I'll tell you."

"Forget it." It's a pity that Ning Zhe is a perplexed person, "I don't want to know."

"..." No. 67 sighed, and his tone became pitiful: "But I want to say, can you let me say it?"

"I do not want to hear."

Ning Zhe refused without blinking, and urged in a cold voice: "Tell me what you want from me, or I will take off the ring."

"..."

No. 67 can only admit defeat.

He has only seen Ning Zhe for a few days, and the child's attitude towards him has become so tough and indifferent. If he dies in the future, won't he be hated for the rest of his life.

Number 67 suddenly misses the soft and soft boy he used to be.

However, it's not bad now, at least no one dares to bully him easily.

He smiled, softened his voice, and slowly told him his plan.

Ning Zhe listened without saying a word, took off the ring decisively, and threw it far away.

Number 67 who hasn't finished speaking yet: "...?"

The disturbing voice in the ear stopped abruptly, and Ning Zhe curled his lips into a sneer.

I knew that this person would never do anything good for me.

Also save him?

Why did you leave without saying a word at the beginning, but now you turn back if you want to?Be who you are.

Ning Zhe snorted coldly, got into the quilt, and fell asleep with his head covered.

Xue and Aya hesitated, "Master, do you really...don't care about Mr. 67?"

"What am I? I'm just a lowly puppet. I'm not qualified to control him."

Ning Zhe's voice sounded frosty, muffled, and nasal, but something was wrong.

After saying this, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Xue and Ling hesitated for a while, but still didn't dare to ask more questions.

No. 67 contacted him, "Are you angry?"

"......seems like it."

No. 67 raised his eyebrows, "My temper has hardened."

"It's not because of you." Xue and Ling muttered, "If you hadn't left without saying a word and left such a big misunderstanding, why would the master be unhappy?"

No. 67's eyes were dangerous, "You have become more tempered these days, and you want to sleep again?"

"..."

Yuki and Aya shamefully bowed to his majesty.

When he was in the system space before, he directly used his soul to block a blow for Ning Zhe and the high priest, almost knocked out of his wits.

It was Mr. No. 67 who couldn't see it later, so he rescued him and gave him all the energy he had left.

Otherwise, he would not be able to accompany his master now.

Although Master No. 67 has a bad temper, he has saved him several times. He cannot be ungrateful.

"If you are not capable enough, don't trouble him." If you are gone, he will be sad again.

No. 67 warned him and opened his eyes.

No. 59 next to him immediately came up to him and asked, "What did Ning Zhe say?"

"What does it have to do with you?" No. 67 glanced at him suspiciously, and said emphatically, "He's mine."

No. 3037's voice was light: "Senior No. 67, no one wants to fight with you."

"You said it yourself." Don't regret crying when the time comes.

No. 67 hooked his lips happily: "He said he couldn't help."

"what!?"

No. 59 jumped up, "Didn't you fucking swear that he would come to save you!"

"When did I say that?"

No. 67 rolled his eyes, and didn't bother to care about these bastards.

"What now!"

"What should I do? I'll wait until I die." He looked relaxed, but he wasn't in a hurry.

Here Ning Zhe tossed and turned, tossed and turned, and did not fall asleep until early morning.

I was apprehensive, always feeling a little uneasy.

He took a deep breath, sat up suddenly, and opened the curtain.

Lin Li was still guarding outside. When he saw him, he bowed his head and saluted, "Hello, little madam."

Ning Zhe automatically ignored the address and asked him, "Where is the general? No news yet?"

Lin Li shook his head.

In fact, he should have gone there, but Ning Zhe had no one to protect him in the camp, and the general was worried, so he let him stay here.

It must be extremely difficult to fight against the four Tianqi clans this time.

The general said that he would send someone to send the battle report every two hours, but now it has been an hour and a half, but the battle report has not arrived, and he does not know what happened.

Lin Li looked at the innocent and innocent face of the young man in front of him, and gradually a little ominous premonition rose in his heart.

But he didn't tell Ning Zhe, he only said to let him rest assured.

Ning Zhe saw that he couldn't get any results from asking, so he didn't bother anymore.

He went back to the tent and sat there for a long time, his eyes staring blankly, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

The lights flickered in the dim tent, casting flickering shadows, showing the unrest in his heart.

Ning Zhe thought for a while, finally picked up the candlestick, groped on the ground for a while, and found the ring that was thrown out earlier.

He looked at the ring with complicated eyes, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was saying to Xue and Ling: "The general is very good to me."

Xue and Ling didn't know what he was going to say, they paused for a moment, then nodded and said "hmm".

"He's in danger, and I can't just ignore him."

This time, Xue and Ling probably knew what he wanted to say.

He sighed softly in his heart, and followed Ning Zhe's words, "But the master alone can't help General Huo with anything."

"So... I need help?"

His complexion was tangled, his cheeks were reddish, his fingers curled up restlessly, he looked a little nervous and a little shy.

so cute.

Xue and Ling laughed silently, pretending to hesitate and said, "Didn't Master No. 67 just say that he can help General Huo, or...the master will go to Master No. 67 to discuss it... how?"

Ning Zhe fell silent.

"Master, you have no choice but to do this to save General Huo. Lord No. 67 must be aware of it."

Ning Zhe was a little moved by the words.

"If General Huo is in danger, Prince Qingluan will definitely break through the country soon. By then, neither you nor Lord Yunlan will be able to live in peace any longer."

When Yunlan was mentioned, Ning Zhe's eyes changed.

He glanced at the ring, finally made up his mind, and put the ring on his hand.

Xue and Aya breathed a sigh of relief.

No. 67 listened to the words of the two of them, and sneered: "You have said all the good things, what should I say?"

Xue and Lingxin said that if I hadn't said good things, how could the master change his mind so quickly.

But he took a few glances at No. 67, who was still exuding a seductive aura even though he was imprisoned, and closed his mouth rationally, and said, "You better admit your mistake, the master is very soft-hearted."

"If you want to tell me, my people, I don't know?"

No. 67 cut off the communication, came back to his senses, and saw No. 59 holding the small system in his arms, with a serious expression on his face.

"What's up with him?"

"The injury was too serious, and he passed out."

Number 67 frowned.

"You really can't get out?" No. 59 looked up at him, full of doubt and disbelief, "Don't say you don't have enough energy, I don't believe it."

Others may not know it, but he knows it very well.

When that person created number 67, he sent almost half of his power into him, and when he fell, he even gave him the god ring that represented his identity.

The strength of No. 67 lies only in that person. After that person falls, he is the strongest person, there is no doubt about it.

No. 59 did not believe at all that he would be trapped in a small cage.

But No. 67 shook his head and gave a wry smile, with indescribable helplessness in his eyes, "I really... can't get out."

It's not because of lack of strength, but because there is a restriction imposed by that person here just for him.

"Wait for Ning Zhe to come." He could only tell No. 59.

......

At the same time, on the other side, the Tianqi Dynasty.

With a sullen face, Qingluan strode into the cell.

"Prince, you are finally here!" The guards came forward tremblingly, their lips trembling.

"what happened?"

"H-haunted..." The guard was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly, "The two people you captured suddenly suddenly, just..."

Qingluan frowned, pushed him away, and walked in to have a look.

There was no one in the cell.

There was only a pool of rotten meat left, the whole wall was covered with blood, maggots were crawling in the gaps in the meat, and there were even mice gnawing on the scattered pieces of meat, it was impossible to tell which bone was Yun Lan and which was Yun Lan. It is the high priest.

Qingluan looked embarrassed.

A pharmacist who followed behind took a look and said, "It looks like a kind of witchcraft, someone has attacked them."

"Is it."

Qingluan's eyes are extremely cold, and his dark green pupils are as vicious as a poisonous snake, "But Gu feels that these two are just puppets sent here to fool Gu!"

"His Royal Highness means...these two are fake?"

Qingluan sneered and remained silent.

It's just a cover-up, it seems that what he originally captured was not a living person.

How dare the cat fool him like that.

"How about Huo Chen?"

"I didn't notice it for a while, and was trapped in the formation. There is no news so far."

"King Dingbei hasn't moved yet?"

"No, but the spies came to report that his Dingbei Thirteen Guards were brought under Huo Chen's command and obeyed Huo Chen's command."

The subordinates paused for a moment before thinking of something, "By the way, when the spies returned, they intercepted a secret report from Huo Chen, but there was only one sentence on it, 'Well, don't read it'. I don't know what it means."

Qingluan narrowed her eyes, "I'll go and see for myself."

Also look at that cat, what kind of tricks did it do.

......

In the tent.

Ning Zhe was about to go out of his body to find No. 67 when he was interrupted.

He heard Lin Li say in a deep voice outside: "My lord, you can't go in."

"Say it again, my king, get out of the way."

It is Ningyan.

Why is he here?

After so long, he almost forgot about this person.

Ning Zhe was wondering, when he heard the sound of weapons colliding violently.

Then there was Lin Li's groaning voice.

He frowned, and lifted the curtain, the flame turned into a blade, and flew out immediately.

Ning Yan turned his head to hide, calling him: "A-Ning."

I saw that he was holding a knife across Lin Li's neck, and it had already cut into the flesh.

As long as he was one step late, he would really have killed Lin Li.

"Master, do you want to kill your subordinate's friend in front of your subordinate?"

"Aning, you're here."

Seeing him, Ning Yan's expression became milder, and he threw the knife on his own initiative, pushed Lin Li away, and walked towards him.

Lin Li didn't care that his neck was still bleeding, and immediately stepped forward to stop him, "My lord, please stay, the general said you can't get close to the little madam right now!"

"Little lady!?"

Before Ning Yan could speak, the thirteen guards behind him raised his eyebrows and sneered, "General Huo has a big face, who gave him the guts to snatch Princess Dingbei who is being married by our prince Mingmei?"