I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe knew all about Qingluan's unknown past.

For example, his soul used to be a matter of the royal family of the Demon Race, and another example was the fact that he was excluded and persecuted to death by his fellow clansmen because of his blood.

He even understood Qingluan's hatred and resentment towards this world clearly.

But it is absolutely impossible for him to say these things, otherwise he will be executed immediately by Qingluan.

Ning Zhe looked at the man with an unpredictable smile in front of him, was silent for a moment, and asked him: "Do you know how the general is doing now?"

"Gu knows." Qingluan pursed her lips, "But why did Gu tell you?"

Ning Zhe looked up at him and said, "If you imprison me, there should be something you want, and I can exchange it with you."

Qingluan shook her head, "No, Gu doesn't want anything, Gu doesn't care whether you live or die, stay by Gu's side, Gu just wants to see you."

Ning frowned.

He was not afraid that Qingluan would ask for something from him, he was only afraid that this person would be as desireless as he is now.

When he stayed by Qingluan's side pretending to be a piano slave, he couldn't figure out what this man was thinking.

Even though he later fell in love with Qin Nu and went crazy for Qin Nu, Ning Zhe didn't feel much love from him.

Qingluan came this time only to bring him food.

"You take a good rest, tomorrow Gu will take you to find your General Huo."

Before he left, he gave a warning, looked at Ning Yan who was on the couch, and smiled lightly: "This Dingbei King, you will take care of yourself, and you will never ask."

As for Yunlan and the high priest, he didn't even mention it.

But Qingluan with such a kind attitude made Ning Zhe feel even more uneasy.

After thinking about it, he drove out all the guards Qingluan had arranged to serve him, and asked them to wait outside.

Thirteen scratched his head, feeling a little distressed: "Princess, you are embarrassing your subordinates like this. His Royal Highness has ordered you to guard you every step of the way, in case you play tricks."

Ning Zhe gave him a cold look, and a cold flame threatened him: "Get lost."

Thirteen had also experienced the power of this flame.

He paused, but for the sake of his own life, he obediently withdrew.

"Call your subordinates if you have anything to do." He shouted outside.

Here Ning Zhe has put on the ring, closed his eyes, and calmed down.

"What happened?"

Immediately, No. 67's urgent and cold voice came to his ears.

Xue and Ling blocked Ning Yan's blow for Ning before, and their already weak soul was injured again, and they were already in a coma, and could no longer send information for him.

No. 67 still doesn't know what's going on with Ning Zhe, and can only sense something is wrong through the drastic changes in Ning Zhe's mood.

Ning Zhe had a very cold attitude towards him, and only said that he was fine.

Of course No. 67 didn't believe it.

If it's really okay, the progress bar will not fluctuate.

Every time the progress bar fluctuated greatly, it was because of Ning Yan.

I'm afraid this time it's about Ningyan again.

No. 67's eyes sank slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"Come with me." He pulled Ning Zhe's soul.

Ning Zhe followed the guidance of the ring and quickly entered the system space smoothly.

The system space with super defense capabilities did not attack him.

Ning Zhe found out last time that when he entered and exited the system space, he didn't seem to trigger an attack.

As for the injuries suffered in the high priest's cage, it was only because of the punishment mechanism of the cage itself.

He expressed his doubts to No. 67, and No. 67 said: "The system space was created by the Lord God, and of course it will not attack you."

Ning Zhe was puzzled: "What do you mean? Who is the main god?"

"You will know later." No. 67 explained vaguely.

Ning Zhe saw that he didn't want to say anything, so he didn't ask any more.

With No. 67's reminder, he avoided several surveillance eyes and patrol machines, and soon came to the cage where No. 67 was held.

"There are nearly a hundred monitoring eyes and five identity monitors in front of this torture room, and there are two other guards' new systems in front of the gate, and there is only one way to open the torture room, you need to pass all of them safely , so as not to trigger the alarm mechanism.”

After Ning Zhe listened, he was silent for a moment, "You might as well tell me to throw myself into the trap, it's easier."

No. 67 raised her eyebrows, "Are you scared?"

"It's not worth dying for you." Ning Zhe was expressionless.

This is angry.

No. 67 chuckled, and his voice became more gentle: "Don't be afraid, these detectors have been destroyed by me, you can just come here."

Ning Zhe wanted to frown again.

He couldn't figure out what number 67 was thinking.

Since even the detector can be destroyed, why don't you come out by yourself, and let him come over

"I can't get out." No. 67 chuckled, and there seemed to be some unspeakable emotion hidden under the calm voice, "Ning Zhe, I need you."

Do you need him to die?

Ning Zhe looked ironically.

He didn't say much, and walked to the door of the torture room as No. 67 said earlier.

Sure enough, the road was unimpeded, and no one hindered him.

He went all the way to the gate before two systems stopped him.

"Who?"

Ning Zhe looked up at them.

The systems he met along the way seemed to be the same people as No. 67, with their own thinking and soul.

But the two in front of them, although still in human form, don't have human souls on their bodies.

More like an empty container.

Seeing their frowning, they seemed a little impatient, Ning Zhe said, "I want to see System 67."

"No. 67 is an S-level supervisory felon, please show your authority."

What authority does Ning Zhe have.

He pursed his lips and smiled, "No."

The system's face changed: "Dare to trespass..."

Before they finished speaking, one on each side, both of them fell down.

Ning Zhe clapped his hands, blew out the flames at his fingertips, and looked coldly at the two systems that fell at his feet.

At the critical moment, one was his hand, and the other was No. 67.

"I thought you wouldn't do it."

Ning Zhe stepped over the two corpses under his feet and walked into the gate, "Do I look like the kind of soft-hearted person?"

very alike.

No. 67 smiled lightly, but didn't say it out. He only praised: "The speed is good, and the purity of the flame has also improved a lot."

It's useless to praise him.

Ning Zhe let out a cold snort in his heart, and walked silently all the way to the cell where he was held.

The doors of these cells are completely different from those of Dai Viet, and seem to be made of some special fine steel.

Ning Zhe tried to burn it with his own flame, but found that it could only burn a little bit, and the effect was negligible.

"How to open it?" he asked No. 67.

No. 67 over there said nothing.

Ning Zhe frowned, "Are you listening?"

Little did they know that No. 67 was looking at his figure, in a daze, unable to recover.

This door is not so much a door as it is a one-way glass.

Ning Zhe couldn't see him from the outside, but he could clearly see Ning Zhe's figure.

This person has changed a lot, yet nothing seems to have changed.

His face, eyebrows and eyes were still the cold and ruthless person in his memory.

His expression became firm and gentle.

Like two people with different souls.

"You... have grown up..."

He sighed a little.

Ning Zhe lowered his head, glanced at Xiao Ning Zhe, and nodded his head: "Indeed."

He paused, and then said, "But that's not what I asked."

No. 67 couldn't help smiling, and stared deeply at him.

Hearing his recent situation from Xue and Aya, and seeing this person with their own eyes are two completely different emotions.

When hearing what Xue and Ling said, No. 67 actually didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart, and even felt relieved that Ning Zhe had finally grown up.

But once he saw this person with his own eyes, he just wanted to rush over, hold this person in his arms, cherish him, and never let him suffer any more.

He suddenly regretted why he left Ning Zhe in the first place, why he was left alone in the lower realm.

If he had worked harder and fought harder, perhaps Ning Zhe would not have had to endure those tortures. If he had...

Seeing him in a daze, No. 59 kicked him, with a disgusted expression on his face, "People are asking you something, are you stupid?"

... also, what if assumptions.

No. 67 closed his eyes, restrained the complex emotions in his heart, regained his composure, and said to Ning Zhe, "You inject your soul into the ring, and then try it with fire."

"So simple?"

Ning Zhe was dubious, looked at the unpretentious ancient ring in his hand, and tried it as No. 67 said.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his flame touched the door this time, it exploded immediately, swallowing the door completely in an instant.

Not only that, the remaining flames were even spreading rapidly, burning everything they encountered along the way, the speed and power were simply shocking.

Ning Zhe stared at this scene dumbfounded.

No. 67 stepped out from the ashes of the wreckage, walked up to him, pursed his lips and smiled: "Is it fun?"

Ning Zhe glanced at him coldly, "It's fun, you'll know if you try it."

His own strength, he himself knows.

This mysterious system space is different from the world he lives in. In the words of No. 67, it means that the material composition of the space is not at the same level.

The world he lived in belonged to a low-level plane, and the material composition was low-level, so there, his flame could burn almost everything.

However, the system space belongs to the highest plane, and his flame can play very little role here.

But after wearing this ring, his strength is completely different from before, almost a gap of two levels.

If one is a low-level fight between urchins, then the other can be called a fight between high-level masters, and the deterrent effect is completely different.

These changes...just because of this unassuming ring?

"If you want to see a system turn to ashes, go ahead."

While Ning Zhe was thinking, the words of No. 67 pulled his mind back.

He narrowed his eyes, looked up at the noble and handsome young man in front of him, his eyes were as cold as ice, "You think I dare not?"

No. 67 took a step forward, lowered his head, and got very close to him, breathing intertwined, and the tips of his noses almost touched.

He laughed, and his voice was as deep and melodious as the strings of a guqin trembling, "It's not that I don't dare, it's that I don't want to."