I'm a killer with no emotions

No. 67 was silent for a moment, then turned to look at him, "I just want to drink some water."

Ning Zhe squinted his eyes, and with a sudden force on his hand, he pulled him onto the couch, turned over and pressed him directly.

No. 67 was caught off guard and fell down on the soft big bed. After reacting, Ning Zhe's face was already in front of him.

His whole body was stiff, and his Adam's apple rolled down, "Don't make trouble."

Ning bent her lips, and got closer to him, the tip of her round nose touched him, and the sound of her warm and clear breathing seemed to be in her ears.

"Didn't you say yes, you want to accompany me?"

he asked again.

No. 67 didn't change his expression, "I didn't leave."

Ning Zheben likes to sleep, and he specially lit tranquilizing incense in the room, so it is absolutely impossible for the child to wake up.

Ning Zhe saw that he wanted to quibble, and his smile became colder, "Is that so, what's going on with the Young Master?"

No. 67 will now understand why the young master slipped away.

Probably because the identity was exposed.

It's true that Ning Zhe likes Chiyue, but he has no feelings for the Young Master. In addition, the Young Master has tortured him, so it's good that he didn't kick this person out of the room.

"It's because he insisted on clamoring to come to see you that I sent him here."

Ning Zhe stared into his eyes, "So, you never left?"

He was too close to number 67.

No. 67 could clearly see his dark bottomless pupils and the cold starlight shining in his eyes.

He avoided Ning Zhe's gaze, paused for a while, and said lightly: "No."

Ning Zhe stared at him expressionlessly for a long time.

No. 67 couldn't see through his thoughts at the moment, and felt uneasy in his heart for no reason.

"Ning Zhe, I..." He almost told the truth.

Thinking about it, there was nothing to hide, he just didn't dare to tell him because he was afraid that Ning Zhe would get angry.

It's a pity that Ning Zhe didn't want to hear it anymore, he suddenly bent his lips and interrupted No. 67, "It's almost time, let's go."

After speaking, he got up from No. 67 and got out of bed.

No. 67 went to catch him, but only encountered a small piece of clothing.

He looked at the empty palm and frowned a little.

Ning Zhe was already very familiar with the system space. After washing his shoes, he sat in the living room and waited quietly for number 67.

No. 67 said he was going to the kitchen to make breakfast, made him a cup of hot milk, and handed him a magazine to pass the time.

Ning folded for a while.

No. 59 leaned over, a little curious: "Do you understand?"

The magazines are written in simplified characters, which are different from those of the Dai Viet Kingdom.

Ning Zhe glanced at him like a fool, "No. 67 taught me."

Otherwise, how could I let him see it? A fool would ask such a boring question.

Number 59: "..."

I always find the look in the eyes of these two people very uncomfortable.

The magazines are full of serious literary gossip, and there are no love stories that Ning Zhe wants to read.

He jumped off the chair, ran into the kitchen a few steps, and showed him a magazine, "Number 67, I don't want to read this."

No. 67 is wearing dark gray casual home clothes, with slightly long black hair tied behind her head, and a Pleasant apron on her thin waist, making her tall and elegant, with a noble temperament.

Even the apron with a slightly childish pattern did not damage his image at all, but gave people a sense of intimacy strangely.

Ning Zhe stared at his perfect side face for a few breaths before recovering.

"Hey, there's a TV remote control over there, let No. 59 turn it on for you." No. 67 was cooking rice and couldn't spare his hands.

"Fuck, I'm not your nanny!" No. 59 was upset.

No. 67 glanced at him coldly, "Then don't eat the fried rice."

In fact, he doesn't quite understand why, as an advanced system that has already been fasted, why No. 59 does not miss three meals a day, and eating one less meal is like killing him.

No. 59 gritted his teeth, held back his anger, and said to Ning Zhe, "Come here!"

Ning Zhe sat down on the sofa obediently, contentedly watching the long-lost sheep and wolf on the big screen.

After breakfast, No. 67 took him out of the space.

He stayed in the space for nearly a day and a night, and he was only outside for a few hours.

The sky will be bright, and the morning light will be faint.

No. 67 helped him put his clothes on again, and asked him what he had talked with the main system that day.

"It's nothing to talk about, he invited me to drink tea." Ning Zhe looked down at him as he put on his little brocade boots.

No. 67 frowned, "Did you drink it?"

"Of course not. I'm not stupid. What if he poisons me?"

No. 67 was worried, "Let me help you take a look."

As he spoke, he put his hand on Ning Zhe's heart, and was about to poke his soul in, but Ning Zhe pushed his hand away and said solemnly: "Will you kiss me or not?"

"Why don't you kiss? I've already kissed."

Ning Zhe's ears turned red, "You're playing a rascal."

No. 67 took the opportunity to quickly check his body from head to toe, and the system showed that there was nothing abnormal, so he was relieved a little and picked up another small boot for him to put on.

"The main system is full of bad water, so beware of it."

"I know, he is the big villain boss."

Ning Zhe has a straight face and a serious look, which is especially cute.

No. 67 laughed, reached out and pinched his soft face, "Smart."

Ning Zhe let out a "Hey" and avoided his hand, "You just touched your feet, don't touch me."

"You despise your own."

No. 67 went to clean his hands before returning, and asked him, "Can I touch it now, little princess?"

Ning Zhe raised his eyebrows, raised his jaw, and paused every word, "No, okay."

No. 67 bent down, pulled him into his arms, bit his tender lips, and licked them with the tip of his tongue.

Ning Zhe was kissed until the corners of his eyes turned red.

No. 67 let him go and kissed the corners of his bright red eyes, "But I want to touch you."

Ning Zhe was speechless for a while, staring at his handsome face, not knowing what to say.

After a while, he finally gave up, leaned on No. 67's shoulder with a sigh, and said nothing with his eyes downcast.

No. 67 lowered his head and asked him, "Is it comfortable?"

Ning Zhe frowned and said nothing.

He made an inch, stroked the corners of Ning's folded lips with his fingertips, and asked tentatively, "Do it again?"

"No." Ning Zhe asked sullenly: "Did you not brush your teeth? It smells."

"..."

What didn't brush his teeth, it was the mint tea refreshing spray he specially sprayed!

"It smells bad?"

Ning Zhe shook his head.

How can it be!This spray is sold out in the mall, a must-have artifact for kissing, and he got such a small bottle through his relationship, but he didn't give it when 59 asked him for it!

No. 67 approached Ning Zhe unwillingly, "It doesn't smell good? Why don't you smell it again?"

Ning Zhe frowned and pushed him away: "Go away, the taste is so spicy."

......All right.

Ning Zhe likes sweetness, next time he will try the peach flavor.

No. 67 rinsed his mouth to wash away the mint smell in his mouth, and when he came back, he saw Ning Zhe staring at Ning Yan in a daze.

He felt unbalanced, and snorted coldly, "Look at what he is doing, am I not prettier than him?"

This person has always been conceited, Ning Zhe is too lazy to talk to him.

"I'm wondering what your lord wants to do."

grown ups?

No. 67 was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was talking about the main system.

"I'm ambitious, I just want to replace you." He touched Ning Zhe's head, "Don't be afraid."

Speaking of the main system, he suddenly remembered the high priest and Yun Lan who had been rescued, and asked Ning Zhe about their whereabouts.

Ning Zhe took out an ancient ring from his purse and showed him, "The ring given to me by No. 61, they slept in it."

The patterns on the ancient rings are elegant and elegant. From the carving process to the materials, there is a mysterious and elegant atmosphere everywhere.

Compared with this ring, the ring ring given by No. 67 is really shabby.

Comparing the two compartments, one is as exquisite as a royal object, and the other is as casual as an iron ring picked up from the side of the road.

No. 67 probably noticed it too, with a grim expression on her face, and said with a cold snort, "It's all flashy, but it's not practical, don't be fooled."

Ning Zhe tilted his head: "But this is a mustard space that can store living things. There are also spiritual springs, mountains and fields inside."

"..." Soul No. 67 poked in and took a look.

Blue sky and white clouds, green water and green mountains, the aura still exists.

Damn, this is clearly an uncivilized small world.

No. 61 actually gave this kind of thing to Ning Zhe.

With such a comparison, wouldn't his ring be even more difficult to sell?

For a moment, No. 67's complexion changed unpredictablely, which was wonderful.

Ning Zhe looked at it silently for a while, and asked knowingly, "What's the matter, is this ring bad?"

No. 67 glanced at him, suppressed his sadness, and asked stiffly, "Do you like the ring that No. 61 gave you?"

Ning Zhe nodded.

No. 67's heart became even more sour.

If it weren't for his authority being frozen by the main system, he would have as much of this kind of crap as he wants.

It is obvious that his ring is a unique artifact in the world, and it is also their token of love.

"He's worthless." No. 67 could only tell Ning Zhe that.

But it doesn't sound convincing.

Ning Zhe sighed, and handed him the ring, "Just say what you want, I won't laugh at you."

"..."

No. 67 refused: "When did I say I wanted it?"

"Don't want you to keep staring at it for what?" Ning Zhe looked at him suspiciously, "If you don't want it, I'll take it back."

"Wait!" No. 67 hurriedly grabbed him, frowned and thought for a while: "Forget it... you should give it to me."

Both the high priest and Yun Lan are inside, and he needs these two people.

Ning Zhe sighed helplessly with an expression of "I knew it was like this, but you still don't admit it", lowered his head and put the ring on his finger.

Number 67 is hard to tell.

He touched the ring on his finger, very suspicious whether Ning Zhe was deliberately watching his jokes.

It's a pity that this child has a cute and soft expression on his face, as quiet and harmless as a small animal, even a little bit of suspicion makes people feel that he is being bullied.

Can only give up.

......

Youku Ridge is in the territory of Tianqi Dynasty, they set off with light vehicles and simple clothes, and they approached at noon.

During this period, Qingluan and Ning Zhe had been sitting in a carriage with Ning Zhe, staring at him unblinkingly with dark green pupils, like dark eagles staring at their prey, cold and frightening.

None of these men are easy to deal with.

Ning Zhe was not surprised by him, nor was he afraid of him. He lowered his eyes and pretended to close his eyes to rest his mind, but he was actually watching the cartoon No. 67 showed him.

Soon the carriage stopped, and Youku Ridge arrived.

Qingluan opened the car door, and saw the people kneeling on the ground, the leader was Si Qingshui, the young patriarch of the Fengling clan.

Ning Zhe recognized him the first time he saw him. He was the little Shisan who pretended to be the thirteen guards of Yanbei.

"It's been a tiring journey, is your Highness okay?" He pursed his lips and greeted him with a smile.

Qingluan glanced at him, "Did Huo Chen catch it?"

"General Huo is a great general of Dayue. How could he be arrested so easily? He led his troops to hide in the cave and set up a strong defensive formation. I can't get close. No, I can only wait for His Highness to show his might. Lead me to rush in and kill the enemy."

Ning Zhe glanced at him and saw that his expression was dull, he said flattering words, but there was no meaning of flattery, his eyes and brows were shrewd and indifferent, it seemed that he was more troublesome than before?

Qingluan didn't blink her eyelids, opened and closed her thin lips, and uttered two words in a neutral tone: "Trash."

Si Qingshui didn't get angry, and with a calm face, he bowed and led him in.

Ning Zhe followed Qingluan and met his gaze.

He blinked, but the other party didn't seem to know him, just glanced at him, then looked away indifferently, led the person in, and left him behind.

Ning Zhe frowned suspiciously.

"Go ahead, we'll find out later." No. 67 stood beside him.

He is a phantom, and others cannot see him.

When he was in the carriage just now, he stayed by Ning Zhe's side all the time, and Qingluan didn't notice anything unusual at all.

Ning Zhe nodded and followed the crowd into the peach blossom forest.

The name of Youku Ridge sounds scary, but the land boundary is beautiful.

The entire area of ​​peach blossoms spreads across the mountains, and it is the season of early spring. The peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the blossoms are pink and tender. When the wind blows, the peach blossoms will rain, and the fragrance is overwhelming.

Ning Zhe was the last one, and followed others into the peach blossom forest.

But just as he stepped in, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, the peach blossoms turned into withered trees, the spring scenery turned into winter snow, and none of the mighty group of people in front of him disappeared at this moment.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a formation."

Ning Zhe looked up at this snow scene that could almost be mistaken for real, and exclaimed how amazing it was.

No. 67 smiled, "It's just the lowest level of phantom formation. If you want to learn it, I will teach you in the future."

"Ah..." Ning Zhe immediately lost interest, "Forget it."

"..."

No. 67 was so speechless that he didn't know what to say for a while.

On purpose, this person must have done it on purpose.

He pinched the center of his brows in pain, and found that Ning Zhe was becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

While the two were talking, the illusion of the formation changed, the autumn wind was bleak, the sky was full of dead leaves, and suddenly it was filled with awe-inspiring murderous aura.

"This formation changes very quickly. If you stay in one place for too long, it will automatically trigger the killing intent. We have to get out as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless arrows rained out in all directions.

No. 67 immediately materialized, hugged Ning Zhe into his arms, quickly covered his eyes, and whispered in his ear: "Close your eyes!"

A few muffled sounds of piercing flesh and blood could be heard clearly, and the smell of blood permeated the tip of the nose.

He was hugged by No. 67 and jumped quickly, all attacks were blocked by him.

It seemed that as long as he was around this man, he would never have to think about getting hurt, or having someone assassinate him in his sleep in the middle of the night.

Because this person will do everything for him in silence, and he only needs to obediently shout "No. 67" to get everything he wants easily.

After an unknown amount of time, No. 67 finally stopped and put him down from his arms.

"Are you injured?" Ning Zhe looked at him as soon as he opened his eyes.

But there was no sign of injury on No. 67's body, his clothes were neat, his hair was not messed up, and he looked calm and calm.

"That's an illusion."

Hearing Ning Zhe's words, he knelt down and stroked Ning Zhe's face, quietly wiped away a drop of blood splattered on his face, and smiled, "Why, are you worried about me?"

Ning Zhe looked at him at the same level, stared at his beautiful eyes, nodded, and responded obediently and softly: "En."

Hand No. 67 took a break.

He thought that Ning Zhe was going to mock him again, and he even thought of the corresponding words, but he didn't expect him to spit out such a word.

My heart suddenly became warm and soft, turning into water.

He was dazed for a moment, stretched out his hand, and in a half-squatting position, hugged Ning Zhe into his arms, patted his back, slightly curled his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely soft: "Hey, I'm fine."

Ning put his chin on his shoulder and smelled a strong smell of blood.

He looked down at No. 67's back, but couldn't see a trace of blood.

The high priest told him that the phantom array deceives people's vision, but cannot deceive people's sense of touch and smell.

Ning Zhe thought for a while, stretched out his hand to gently touch No. 67's back, and distracted his attention with words: "Are we safe now?"

He moved very lightly, No. 67 didn't pay attention, and was only focused on answering his question: "The phantom formation has already emerged, and you can go out by walking through this path. I can't be seen by others. You go by yourself, okay?"

Ning Zhe looked at his wet and sticky fingertips, and said softly, "Okay."

No. 67 let him go, disappeared, and walked ahead to lead him.

Ning Zhe frowned, his expression heavy.

He could tell that No. 67 was definitely injured.

There was witchcraft attached to the rain of arrows, and it was impossible to avoid it easily. No. 67 didn't let him see it, probably because he had expected this situation a long time ago.

——This person is not as calm as he appears at all.

Think about it too, after staying in that kind of cage that tortures people all the time for so long, how could there be anyone unscathed.

No. 59 is safe and sound, because the main system is lenient.

No. 67 and that small system were not so lucky, and if they didn't get killed, their vitality was tenacious.

Just because this person has always been powerful and invincible in his heart, Ning Zhe subconsciously ignores that he also has limits and will be injured.

Ning Zhe clenched his fingers, feeling a little irritable.

He was immersed in his own thoughts, and for a moment he didn't notice that the illusion had already appeared.

"Welcome to the princess."

Suddenly there was a familiar voice in front of him.

No. 67 put a hand on his shoulder and stood beside him, his breath as cold as frost.

Ning Zhe was stunned, looked up, and saw Si Qingshui standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"He's not Si Qingshui." No. 67 reminded him.

The other party seemed to see his doubts, and took the initiative to explain: "My name is Shisan, and Si Qingshui is my elder brother. Don't mistake me, Wangfei."

Ning Zhe glanced at the group of people behind him, but couldn't find Qingluan.

"Where did he go?"

"The prince said, ask your subordinates to wait here for a stick of incense. If you haven't appeared after a stick of incense, it means that you have escaped. Tell your subordinates to hunt you down immediately, regardless of life or death."

He smiled, and pointed to the censer that had just burned out, "The subordinates are all ready to go, luckily you came in time."

Ning Zhe's eyes flashed.

No wonder he ignored him when he got off the carriage, it turned out that he was waiting here, it was really sinister.

"Since the concubine did not escape, I will go down with my subordinates to meet His Highness the Crown Prince. His Highness has been waiting for you in the main hall for a long time."

Behind him, the heavily armored army branched out and knelt down respectfully to let Ning Zhe pass.

When he walked over, he was followed by two bright and lovely flower girls in red clothes. One sprinkled peach blossoms behind him all the way, and the other held an umbrella to shade him and chanted along the way.

Thirteen said that this was a welcome gift from the family, which meant that they recognized Ning Zhe.

No. 67 sneered, "There are quite a lot of tricks."

Ning Zhe nodded in agreement.

Shisan led him to the main hall, where many people had already gathered.

From a rough look, everyone has profound skills, and it is hard to tell whether they are deep or not. They should all be the leaders of the four major families.

The four hermit families of the Tianqi Dynasty—the Fengling family who practiced ghost art, the Xuechi family known for their poisonous Gu art, the Youyue family that produced puppets, and the ghost and witch family that once ranked first in witchcraft.

These four big families once controlled half of the Tianqi dynasty, with power over the government and the public, and their power shook the Quartet.

However, after Qingluan came to power, he overwhelmed the sky with all his strength to suppress these four clans, forcing these people to abdicate their power and live in seclusion in Youkuling.

To them, Qingluan was the number one enemy, and they wished they could get rid of it quickly.

The most aggrieved thing is that they can't disobey his orders on the surface, and they still have to respectfully welcome his arrival.

For example, the siege of Yanguan this time was obviously due to their credit, but Qingluan didn't intervene at all, but in the end it was rumored that His Royal Highness used the soldiers bravely, how could they be reconciled.

This time when Qingluan came over, they had already set up many traps in private, and they didn't believe that Qingluan could get out of this secluded ridge alive.

As soon as Ning Zhe entered the door, he felt the tension between the two sides.

"Then Huo Chen took advantage of the terrain and killed our army several times. Our army suffered heavy losses. He will never act rashly again."

A counselor beside Qingluan said coldly: "That's your trash! It's been so long, and you can't even take down a little Huo Chen!"

Si Qingshui said: "Since His Royal Highness is so confident, how about leading the troops to capture Huo Chen?"

"That's right, His Royal Highness has tens of millions of troops, so naturally he is not afraid of attrition, but I can't wait for the common people in the countryside, and I don't have enough military equipment. I'm afraid I can't go around like this with His Royal Highness."

"What do you mean by this? You still want to resist the decree and disrespect!?"

......

A few people started arguing as they talked, and even wanted to start fighting.

Ning Zhe understood after listening for a while.

Although Huo Chen was trapped, his methods remained unabated. Those who tried to arrest him never came back, and the four major families were unwilling to send troops in.

But Qingluan forced them to bring Huo Chen back, and then a dispute arose.

When Ning Zhe was the emperor, he knew a little about the situation of the Tianqi Dynasty, and could guess that these people had ulterior motives, but he didn't expect that their relationship had reached such a tense level.

He stood at the door, not intending to go in to attract attention.

However, things didn't go according to people's wishes. It was a coincidence that Qingluan's eyes fell on him, his eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled: "Aren't you just afraid of Huo Chen? It just so happens that there is a magic weapon to restrain him here alone. "