I'm a killer with no emotions

"Is it."

Ning Zhe smiled and kicked him in the crotch.

No. 67's pupils shrank, and he immediately grabbed his ankle, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

He laughed dryly, "Not here."

Ning Zhe grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it towards him, bent his knees to push against him, and rubbed it lightly, smiling with a beautiful and obedient smile, "Where can't it be?"

No. 67's face changed slightly, and he forced a smile, "My dear, don't make trouble."

Ning Zhe's ears were reddish.

"Don't be so intimate." He snorted coldly and pushed No. 67 away.

No. 59 couldn't stand watching, "Have you two finished flirting? If you don't leave the main system, it will come, and no one can leave."

"You want to go with us?" Number 67 asked him.

"3037 can't stay here any longer. This time he was implicated by me. I must save his life."

While the few people were talking, there were footsteps outside, calm and powerful.

No. 59's expression sank, "He's here."

No. 67 glanced at the young man in his arms who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and didn't say much, just quickly said: "Follow closely."

After speaking, he immediately took Ning Zhe's hand and waved his sleeve lightly.

Illusory light smoke diffused from his sleeves, wrapping several people in the smoke, their figures were ethereal, as if they were in a fairyland.

"It's late."

Not long after, a figure stepped into the door, looked at the thick fog in front of him and sighed, "Although this cell uses the restriction of the Lord God, but Ning Zhe came, the restriction will not work."

The main system chuckled, but his expression was still gentle, "Ah Jiu still doesn't believe me, obviously I treat him better than the main god, why doesn't he like me?"

He sighed and seemed distressed.

No. 61 looked at the unfathomable man in front of him, something flickered in the long and narrow eyes behind the lens.

After a pause, he asked, "Then what should we do now, do we want to chase?"

"No, this will actually lead to the completion of the god-making plan faster."

The main system glanced at the torture room filled with faint blue flames, and its eyes were so dark that there was no light. "At that time, this system space will no longer need his existence."

......

Ning Zhe opened his eyes again and returned to the tent.

He looked at the empty side, and his heart skipped a beat, "No. 67?"

"I'm here."

The voice of No. 67 immediately came to mind, as cool and pleasant as ever.

Only then did Ning Zhe relax and sit back on the wooden chair, "I thought you..."

He realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said, so he closed his mouth and didn't say another word.

"Why?"

No. 67 chuckled, and the light smoke gathered into a human shape, slowly falling in front of Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe lowered his head and remained silent.

No. 67 held his face in his hands, smoothed the wrinkles between his brows distressedly, and stared at his face carefully.

Ning Zhe felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, the captivating handsome face of No. 67 was really a big shock to him.

His heart beat a little faster, he turned his head coldly, pursed his lips and said, "What are you looking at, go away."

He went to push number 67, but instead of pushing, the man stretched out his arms and hugged her into his arms.

The tip of the nose was instantly filled with a cool breath, and the mind involuntarily relaxed, immersed in a piece of cold fragrance.

"I'm sorry, I... shouldn't have left you alone that day."

Ning Zhe clenched his fist and put it on his chest, trying to push it away, but he couldn't do it for some reason.

He suppressed the emotions in his heart and tried several times, but finally he was unable to give up. He buried himself in his arms and said sullenly: "I see, it's okay, just let me go."

No. 67 hugged him tighter, "Ning Zhe, I never thought of betraying you. I was forcibly recalled by the system space that day, so I had to leave."

Ning Zhe was silent for a moment, "I can wait for you."

Why did you push him down, why did you make him think he was abandoned, why didn't you contact him for so long.

Obviously, as long as he said a word, he would obediently wait.

Ning Zhe sniffed, a little aggrieved.

He didn't say the whole thing, but No. 67 understood.

He thought for a while and explained: "Under the cliff is the shrine, I want you to restore your memory."

Many people are coveting Ning Zhe, once he leaves, there is no way to guarantee Ning Zhe's safety, so they can only let him enter the shrine.

It's just that he didn't expect that Ning Zhe would give up entering the shrine in order to save Yunlan and voluntarily go back to the past.

Originally this matter was very simple, Ning Yan wanted to go back to the past, change the past before everything started, and be together with Ning Zhe.

For this reason, he even sacrificed his own life and exhausted countless efforts to activate the ancient formation.

But he didn't expect that his plan would be used by the main system.

The main system first sent him to leave, and then used Ning Yan's hand to let Ning Zhe go back to the past. On the one hand, he used tricks to hide the high priest's eyes and ears, and on the other hand, he guided Yunlan into a desperate situation step by step, and finally let Ning Zhe see all this.

He knew that Yun Lan was like a family member to Ning Zhe, even though Yun Lan had hurt Ning Zhe so many times, Ning Zhe had never really hated him.

If he saw Yunlan suffer humiliation for him, he would definitely not stand by and watch.

In this way, he can tempt Ning Zhe to go back to the past again, and lead Ning Zhe to the time point he arranged in advance.

At this point in time, everything has not yet collapsed, No. 67 has not had time to change Ning Zhe's fate, Yunlan is still the reincarnation of God favored by the heavens, and the seven god servants have not developed any disgust for Yunlan.

——For the main system, this is the best situation.

No. 67 intends to turn around, but is trapped in the system space, unable to use too much energy, and can only try to temporarily restore Huo Chen Ningyan and the high priest's memory, at least to protect Ning Zhe.

Ning Zheben is smart, even if he is not around, he can take good care of himself, so the current situation is not too bad.

"it's all my fault."

He patted the back of the child in his arms, "You can punish me however you want, don't be angry, huh?"

"I'm not angry, I've said it's okay."

Ning Zhe's voice was muffled, "I'm out of breath, let me go."

No. 67's arm was slightly stiff, and he slowly let go of his hand, looking down at him, "Ning Zhe, I..."

Ning Zhe shook his head, "No. 67, we have nothing to do with each other. You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want. You don't need to explain to me."

He was surprisingly calm at the moment, and there was no trace of resentment in his eyes.

No. 67 felt a little cold.

He was not afraid of Ning Zhe crying, nor was he afraid of Ning Zhe losing his temper, he was most afraid of this person's peaceful appearance when he didn't cry or make trouble.

Every time Ning Zhe didn't speak, he couldn't read his mind, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and a soundless silence spread.

Seeing that his face turned slightly pale, Ning Zhe took the initiative to ask him, "Where are those two... people?"

No. 67 came back to his senses, "They are recuperating in my space, and they are fine for now."

"By the way, is A Yue still in there? How is he?" Ning Zhe hadn't gone in for a long time.

"It's okay, he's still sleeping, you...do you want to go in and have a look? I'll make you another bowl of egg noodles." No. 67 asked tentatively.

Ning Zhe shook his head, lowered his eyes, and looked listless: "I won't go, there's nothing to see, and I'm not hungry."

It doesn't matter if you don't care about Chiyue, you don't even eat noodles...

No. 67 looked at the child in front of him with complicated eyes, and didn't know what to say for a while.

This incident was originally his fault, and he only thought that this was for Ning Zhe's good.

But in fact, he never thought about whether Ning Zhe really needed his kindness.

The two sat opposite each other in silence for a long time, Ning Yan suddenly let out a muffled snort on the couch, and his long eyelashes trembled.

Ning Zhe was about to go over to have a look, but No. 67 had already taken a step forward and slapped him hard on the chest.

Poor Ning Yan just opened his eyes, and before he could see anything, he was hit by a palm until he spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell into a coma again.

"You, you..." Ning Zhe stared at him, too angry to speak, "What are you doing?!"

He wasted a lot of blood to wake Ning Yan up, this guy is lucky, he just punched him back to the original point!

No. 67 glanced at him, "He has demons in his body now, and it's troublesome to wake up."

Ning Zhe had no words to refute.

"...Forget it, it's up to you."

He sat back on the chair and stared at Ning Yan, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing this, No. 67 went back to the space.

No. 59 had just settled down in 3037, and seeing him hurrying into the kitchen to fiddle with something, he couldn't help asking curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Take care of yourself." No. 67 didn't have time to pay attention to him, ordered noodles, and came out with bowls and chopsticks.

"It smells so good, is it for me?"

No. 59 smiled, and reached out to pick it up, "Although you are cheap, sometimes you are very loyal. For the sake of cooking for me, I won't...??"

He watched as No. 67 looked at him like a fool, passed him with a bowl, and went straight out of the space.

"..."

"Lu Qi! Are you fucking kidding me!?"

No. 67 blocked the piercing shouts, appeared in front of Ning Zhe, and put down his face.

A piece of crispy fried egg is spread on the hot surface, sprinkled with a few chopped scallions, the aroma is tangy, and it looks very tempting.

Ning Zhe stared at it for a while, then pursed his lips and said, "I'm not hungry."

However, as soon as the words fell, his stomach growled twice.

No. 67 raised his eyebrows and leaned over to him, "Aren't you hungry?"

The tips of Ning Zhe's ears burst into red, as if they were about to bleed.

No. 67 held back, didn't hold back, leaned over and took a light bite.

"Hey, take a nap after eating, take care of your body, and take you to rescue Huo Chen tomorrow."

Ning Zhe rubbed his empty stomach, thinking of Huo Chen, he ate his noodles obediently.

Toss most of the night, the sky is almost dawn.

No. 67 carried Ning Zhe into the space, slowed down the flow of the space, and let him sleep in his bedroom.

"Sleep, I'll call you if someone comes." He kissed Ning on the forehead.

Ning Zhe clutched his sleeve, buried most of his face in the quilt, looked up at him for a while, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't go."

No. 67's heart softened, her thin lips curved, and she said with a gentle smile, "Well, I won't leave this time."

After Ning Zhe fell asleep, he gently opened Ning Zhe's fingers holding his sleeve, and left the room lightly.

He didn't see it, but the moment the door closed, Ning Zhe suddenly opened his eyes, stared at his back silently for a long time, and then closed them.

in the study.

No. 59 was eating instant noodles, saw him come in, and asked casually, "Did you sleep?"

67 stared at his familiar bucket of sauerkraut noodles and frowned: "Where did you get the instant noodles?"

"Refrigerator, what's the matter, could it be that you have been poisoned?" No. 59 looked confused.

"You don't know how to buy it from the mall?"

"Fuck, my authority has been frozen by the main system, I'll buy it!"

No. 59 was so angry that he put the instant noodles heavily on the coffee table, "Damn...I said Lu Qi, do you want to be so stingy, don't you just eat your bucket of noodles!?"

"I bought this for Ning Zhe. I recorded it on the account, and remember to return it later, plus interest."

"...My day, Lu Qi, you are a pervert!"

"Give me back if you don't eat." No. 67 went to get instant noodles.

"...Fuck, put it down! Who said I won't eat it!" No. 59 immediately took the bowl into his arms, sucked it up in two or three mouthfuls, even the soup.

No. 67 didn't see it, walked to the back of the desk, opened the hidden compartment, and took out a mysterious and simple wooden box.

"what is this?"

"The key to the gate of the shrine."

"Is that the secret that the main system forced you to hand over?"

No. 67 was quite surprised, "You know a lot."

Rather, basically know everything.

The main system will basically not hide anything from him, and sometimes even take the initiative to tell him the plan.

When No. 59 thought of that man, his face darkened a bit.

"The main system wants to create a god, but it's not that simple. Without the shrine, his plan cannot succeed, so before I came back, I went to his office and stole this thing."

As No. 67 spoke, he suddenly exerted force with his five fingers, and the box turned into smoke and dust.

No. 59 jumped up, "Damn it, how did you ruin it!"

"With Ning Zhe, this is useless."

"Ning Zhe..." No. 59 looked complicated, "So, is he really...really that person?"

"He's not." No. 67 didn't hesitate.

"What? Then you still..."

"He's not the same person as before, he's just Ning Zhe now." No. 67 glanced at him, "If someone wants to take away his things, I'll let him come and go."

"Huo Chen is trapped, Qin Shen is dead, the high priest of Ningyan is in a coma, Qingluan and the young master have no memory, what the main system wants to see is the seven of you fighting each other, so that he can kill you and take your soul, he There are so many forces around you, what can you do by yourself?"

No. 67 hooked her lips, "Who says I'm alone?"

No. 59 was taken aback, and just about to ask him what his plan was, when he flashed away and disappeared.

"What the hell..." No. 59 muttered, threw away the instant noodle bowl, and went back to the room.

3037 is still in a deep sleep, his spirit has been severely injured, and he won't recover for a while, so he can only lie down like this.

"senior."

No. 59 tucked the quilt up for him, sat beside him, and sighed, "I'm sorry, but I have involved you too. I'll send you back when you recover from your injuries."

"What about the senior?"

No. 59 was silent for a while, he didn't know what he wanted to do.

"I...don't know, just stay here for now."

"I understand." 3037 replied to him.

No. 59 couldn't help laughing, and found it amusing that this young little system replied in a straight-forward manner, "I don't understand, what do you understand? Take care of your wounds, I'm leaving first."

No. 3037 looked at his back with deep eyes.

He thought, he understands.

If the senior wants to stay, he will stay too. If the senior wants to do something, he will be his pawn.

He doesn't understand his predecessors, but he understands his choice.

......

On the 67th, he first went to the forest outside the camp.

Lin Li and all the soldiers rescued by Ning Zhe hid here to recuperate.

He turned into Ning Zhe and walked in, handing a note to Lin Li.

"Little madam, what is this?" Lin Li asked him.

Hearing this address, No. 67 raised his eyebrows, sneered, and grabbed his shirt, "What did you call me?"

Lin Li was startled, always feeling that the aura of the young man in front of him seemed to have become much stronger, "Little madam, you..."

No. 67 picked him up with one hand, slammed it hard against the wall, and stepped on his chest, "Next time you dare to say that, don't want your tongue."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared.

Lin Li clutched his heart, lay on the ground and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, his internal organs were in pain.

A soldier came to help him, and he couldn't help complaining for him, "Little husband...Young master is too much, knowing that you are injured."

Lin Li brushed his hand away and gave him a cold look, "Without him, we would all be dead."

"But even so..."

"Needless to say, that person is not him."

When Lin Li saw his cold eyes, he knew that he was not Ning Zhe.

However, he carried Ning Zhe's breath, which should have something to do with Ning Zhe.

When did such a powerful person appear beside Ning Zhe, he didn't know at all.

Lin Li frowned, and slowly opened the note in his hand.

There is only one sentence on it - Chenshi, Youkuling.

Youku Ridge is the place where the four major families live together, and it is also the place where the general attacked this time. What does this person mean...to let him lead the troops to rush there?

Lin Li burned the note in his hand and ordered: "Assemble the army and prepare to go."

......

After leaving Lin Li's place, No. 67 made another trip to the Demon Realm and captured the young master who was practicing in seclusion.

"It's time to go."

The young master sneered, "Don't forget, you are the one begging me now, I..."

Before he finished speaking, No. 67 put a sword across his neck, and smiled gently, "Leave?"

The Young Master thought of the way this man tortured him, paused for a moment, and changed his mind, "Go, I want to see Ning Zhe."

"Trouble." No. 67 frowned and carried him into the system space.

Ning Zhe was still sleeping soundly, with a pink blush on his snow-white cheeks, his delicate skin was as creamy as cream, and his thick eyelashes drooped quietly like a small fan, casting a small crescent-shaped shadow under his eyes.

Shao Zun took the initiative, broke free from No. 67's hand, shrunk his body, and slowly climbed onto Ning Zhe's bed.

No. 67's eyes turned cold, he grabbed him by the collar and lifted his collar, lowering his voice, "What are you doing!"

The Young Master smiled triumphantly, "I want to sleep with Ning Zhe."

"you dare!"

"If you don't agree, I will sue Ning Zhe, saying that you bullied me. Ning Zhe likes me. See if he will get angry with you."

No. 67 was laughed angrily by him, "You have to show some face, the red axe he likes is not you."

"It's all the same, it's all me." The Young Venerable Master folded his arms and snorted coldly, looking very unbeaten.

No. 67 endured his murderous intentions and carried him to Ning Zhe's side.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the fleshy little dumpling in front of him, "A Yue?"

The young master opened his watery black grape eyes, spread his feet and staggered towards him, stretched out his arms to hug his neck, and shouted inarticulately: "Zhe, Ah Zhe...hug... ..."

No. 67 was furious.

This kid really knows how to act. I had such a smooth quarrel with him just now, and now I'm stuttering.

Ning Zhe hugged the Young Master into his arms, and fell asleep again.

The young master grabbed his skirt with his small hands, drooling as he looked at his delicate face so close to him.

He hadn't seen this little guy for a long time, and the spirits of Chi Yue and Dark Guard Seventeen kept chanting in his ears, and he almost lost his mind.

He turned his head and waved to No. 67, "Okay, the deity is going to bed, you go out first."

"..."

I really want to kill him.

No. 67 clenched his hands and thought, glanced at Ning Zhe, and finally exited the room silently.

Seeing that he was gone, the Young Master took the courage to look up at Ning Zhe.

He only looked at it for a while, and then he blushed, and there was an infinite desire in his heart.

After thinking about it, he got up, put his lips close to Ning Zhe's soft and beautiful lips, and kissed slowly with a flushed face——

"what are you doing?"

Ning Zhe's crisp voice suddenly exploded in his ears.

The Young Master was startled and fell down on the couch.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw that Ning Zhe had opened his eyes and was looking at him expressionlessly.

"Ah...Ah, ah, Azhe...You, you, this deity...No, I, I..."

He was really frightened and stuttered, his chubby little face was extremely red, and he looked like a boiled little red shrimp.

Ning Zhe tilted his head, "You are not Chi Yue."

The Young Master's face suddenly turned pale, "I..."

"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you." Ning Zhe smiled gently at him, picked up his back collar, and gently placed it on the floor, "But if you stay longer, it won't be certain."

The Young Master walked out of the room with a disheveled face and a dejected face.

No. 67 was sitting on the sofa in silence, she was taken aback when he came out, and asked him what's wrong.

He glanced at No. 67 coldly, and left the system space directly.

"Don't forget to go to Youku Ridge."

No. 67 sound transmission told him, but he was a little worried, so he went to the bedroom to take a look.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, breathed lightly, and was still asleep.

He felt relieved, walked over to take his hands outside into the quilt for him, tucked the corners of the quilt, and couldn't help but caressed his face lightly, stared at him for a long time, and then planned to leave.

Suddenly, he stopped, and heard a soft voice in his ears: "No. 67."

No. 67 paused and looked back.

Ning Zhe clutched his sleeves, with crooked eyes, and smiled softly: "Didn't you say it's time to leave?"