I'm a killer with no emotions

the same moment.

Yanguan City, the meeting hall, was dead silent.

The guards guarded the door in panic, trembling like chaff, not daring to make a sound, for fear of losing their lives if they were not careful.

You have to ask why—because today in this small meeting room, the most unofficial figures in the whole world have gathered.

"The deity has assembled all the demon army and will set off tomorrow."

"Half of Tianqi's army is hunting for the whereabouts of the divine sword, and the other half has already been prepared. Including the ghost army he raised, there are a total of 10 people, ready to move at any time."

"Da Viet's army has been gathered by this general. If there is a war, this general will accompany him."

After they finished speaking, they glanced at the high priest in white clothes like snow.

The high priest looked calm, and opened his lips indifferently: "It's useless, the person you want to save is not the person who should be saved at all."

Several people were silent, staring at him coldly.

The young master sneered: "You are his master, do you really want to watch him die?"

The high priest fell silent, pursing his pale and thin lips slightly.

After a while, he closed his ruthless eyes, and said lightly: "The three thousand servants of the Xingxing Pavilion... can also go together."

The young master made a final decision, "Since that's the case, we will set off at Yinshi tomorrow."

There is no objection.

Everyone planned to leave.

"stop."

Just at this moment, a cold voice sounded.

No. 67 was sitting on the sidelines, looking at these people, he just ignored him and settled the matter, his brows were raised.

"I called you here to discuss how to destroy the Excalibur. When did you say that Ning Zhe was saved? Besides, do you know where he is and how to save him?"

"Who are you?" Qingluan replied indifferently, not paying attention to him at all, "What does it matter to you if I save someone?"

No. 67's eyes were cold, and he sneered, "You are trying to save my people, so what do you say has nothing to do with me?"

Huo Chen's voice was low, "I didn't know when the emperor became a nameless person like you."

The Young Master also said: "Don't you know the whereabouts of Ning Zhe? Why, are you going to ignore him?"

"So what if I just want to die?" No. 67's voice was extremely cold, "You tortured him in every possible way, and now you are pretending to show it to someone. I'd rather not care about your rescue, and don't get in his way!"

The young master stayed in the system space for a long time. He was someone who knew the inside story, and he said angrily: "How good are you! It was you who pushed him behind the scenes and sent him into the fire pit! I deserve to die, you It is not a pity to die!"

"You're right."

No. 67 smiled suddenly, relaxed his body, leaned back on the back of the chair, and casually looked at the few people in front of him with cold expressions: "Ning Zheruo is really dead, and everyone standing here should go to be buried with him. "

The High Priest's eyes were a little colder. He didn't have much popularity at all, but now he looked even colder when he was cold. "Who are you? What is Ning Zhe's relationship with you?"

No. 67 curled his lips into a chuckle, his brows were as sharp as a knife, "I've said it all, I'm his guardian, do you have any objections?"

The high priest couldn't understand the two words he said, but he could guess that he and Ning Zhe were very close.

"I noticed someone following him, is that you?"

Number 67 nodded and admitted.

Huo Chen's face darkened when he heard this, "So, it's because of you that the emperor's temperament has changed so much these days?"

In the past, Ning Zhe wanted to be as obedient as possible, with a pure and innocent mind. Whenever he grabbed his sleeve and called him a general pitifully, his voice was as soft as sugar, which could soften his heart.

But now Ning Zhe's mind is much deeper, and the smile on his face has become less, and more, it is a calculating and unreal smile.

He didn't mean that this kind of change was bad, he was very happy that Ning Zhe could grow up, but this kind of abnormal growth made Ning Zhe bear too much, and he didn't want to let this child suffer so much pain that he shouldn't have to bear.

However, No. 67 scoffed at his thoughts, "At the end of the day, you just want Ning Zhe to live under your wings, pamper and protect him for the rest of your life, so that he can't leave you. But you forgot, change The person with the most him is not me, but you who keep saying that you want to protect him!"

Who can bear so many tortures and torture officials and still not change their original intentions?Who can be betrayed by everyone and still try to survive?Who can easily let go of hatred and still want to be a kind person?

There is only one Ning Zhe in the world.

Of course he will not just watch Ning Zhe die, but he has his own plan.

It was also because of this that he would not let these people hinder Ning Zhe.

"It's useless to talk too much, I won't tell you Ning Zhe's whereabouts. Don't you all call yourself masters? Since you are so capable, then go and bring him back yourself."

After No. 67 said that coldly, he planned to get past the crowd and leave.

The Young Master frowned and said angrily: "Stop! Ning Zhe likes you so much, is that why you treat him like this?"

He stayed in the space for so long, although Chi Yue was asleep, but he was awake, he had seen the scene when Ning Zhe was with this person.

The child's eyes were full of trust and dependence.

Others didn't understand, but he understood that no matter how much this person hurt him, he would rather treat him, but it was always different.

But now, the person he relied on actually wants to treat him with death.

"You don't care if he is hugged by others, you don't care if he is humiliated and beaten by others, and now you don't even care that he is going to die?"

No. 67 paused: "I just want to say one thing, if you want him to be safe, the Excalibur must be taken back."

After he left, they were silent for a moment.

The Young Master frowned, "Do you think his words are credible?"

The high priest looked at him indifferently, and disappeared without a word.

Qingluan pursed her lips and chuckled lightly: "Whoever Gu is, since he doesn't want to reveal his whereabouts, Gu will force him to do so!" He also walked away, looking like he was looking for trouble.

Huo Chen also said in a deep voice: "I'm going to deal with the post-war affairs of Yanguan City, excuse me."

After a while, everyone left completely.

The Young Master stood silently on the spot for a while, and asked himself: "What about you?"

There were two voices in my heart, it was the Seventeenth Dark Guard and Chi Yue.

He was silent for a moment, "...Okay, our master, we will save ourselves."

It's just that everyone is at a loss as to where Ning Zhe is.

In a few days, they almost searched the whole world, and people from all walks of life moved out together, shaking the whole world.

Everyone heard the name "Ning Zhe" overnight, and even Lord Moyu, General Dayue Huo, Prince Tianqi, and the High Priest of Xingxing Pavilion were all looking for this person like crazy.

All kinds of conjectures about the entanglement between Ning Zhe and these people arose for a while, and everyone was curious about who this person named "Ning Zhe" was.

Discussions of this person's identity are everywhere in street messages, storytelling books in teahouses, and rivers and lakes. Even the conjecture that Ning Zhe is the remnant pulse of the god has gradually surfaced.

However, before they could figure it out, an unprecedented catastrophe came.

The Excalibur was born and drank the blood of all the people in the world.

With just one sword, in just one night, the people of ten cities were slaughtered, and even the Demon Realm was not spared, falling to two major cities one after another.

Under the threat of Excalibur, Tianqi and Dayue ceased fighting and formed an alliance to encircle and suppress Excalibur together, and Moyu also sent troops to help.

Huo Chen and the others could only contend with the Excalibur while looking for Ning Zhe's whereabouts, but unfortunately they had little success.

On the 67th, during this period, he went to the Witch God Sacrifice Temple of the Tianqi Dynasty.

Lin Feishuang hadn't met Ning Zhe at this time, he was still the handsome young master, and he still had time to fight endlessly with the king.

No. 67 avoided his investigation, entered the forbidden area, and went to the place where Ning Zhe had been.

At this point in time, Ning Zhe hadn't taken away the remains of the witch god and the divine dao lotus, and he came to take the divine dao lotus.

The Shinto lotus was transformed from the remains of the High God, which contained the true power of the High God, which was the key to the success of his plan.

But when he stepped forward to take the Shinto lotus, a little episode happened.

The bone moved, and slowly raised the white skull, staring at him with two black eye sockets.

"Why did you come?" he asked.

Seeing that he didn't let go, No. 67 directly broke his finger bones and took out the Shinto lotus, "He was arrested and can't come."

Dots of white cold light escaped from Bone's body, and gathered in mid-air to form an illusory figure, looking down at him indifferently, "Did you protect him well in this life?"

"No, I can't."

No. 67 looked directly at the phantom, "I hate him, I hate him for abandoning me, I hate his indifference at that time, just like you betrayed him, I will never be able to protect him well."

Xuying sighed, and murmured, the voice was vicissitudes of life and sadness: "Hundreds of years, how long...how long..."

If someone is here at this moment, they will be surprised to find that the face of this phantom is actually the same as No. 67.

"Since you are here, it means he is in danger..." Xu Ying sighed, "I will give you my strength, please tell him for me, I miss him."

Number 67 was silent.

Xu Ying bent down, approached No. 67, and sighed, "Hundreds of reincarnations, going through endless calamities, will eventually become a falsehood... but a falsehood..."

When the words faded away, his figure also turned into a long light spot, which penetrated into No. 67's body.

The bones of the witch god made several dull "creak" sounds, and suddenly fell apart, falling to the ground and turning into a pile of dust.

No. 67 glanced indifferently at the Shinto lotus in his hand, stretched out his pale and slender fingers, and gently stroked the petals of the Shinto lotus.

"I will convey it on my behalf, if... I can still live until then."

After taking the lotus, No. 67 made a special trip to the palace, knocked out Wang Wushou who was practicing kung fu, and captured him, then left quietly.

When Lin Feishuang sensed the movement in the forbidden area and hurried over, he saw a comatose beautiful boy in disheveled clothes lying on the side of the well.

"Who! How dare you sneak into the sacrificial temple!" Lin Feishuang yelled angrily, and raised his hand to attack him.

As soon as Wang Bucheng woke up, he saw his sweetheart punch him in the face.

"A Shuang!" He was startled, and immediately dodged away, "What are you doing!"

"Bold thief, you sneaked into the temple to steal the bones, and you dare to ask me why!?" Lin Feishuang sneered, not giving him a chance to breathe, and kicked him directly, "Since you have the courage to come here, then I will kill you!" Let me keep my life!"

"What kind of thief, look carefully, I am Wang Bucheng!" Wang Bucheng grabbed his ankle and pulled him into his arms.

"Isn't the king rich?"

Lin Feishuang was stunned for a moment, remembering the fat waste in his memory, and then looked at the handsome and beautiful face in front of him, and said angrily, "You think I'm blind!?"

Wang Bucheng suddenly sensed something was wrong, touched his face, and then glanced at his thinned body, he was suddenly startled.

Oops!I forgot to change back when I was practicing!

No wonder Lin Feishuang was so furious, he didn't even know him now.

Wang Bucheng didn't know what happened. He was practicing, but suddenly he was attacked behind him and fell asleep. When he woke up, he was already here.

He knew that Lin Feishuang had a strict view on his forbidden land and never dared to take a step beyond the threshold. Now that he was framed like this, Lin Feishuang must have misunderstood him. Originally, he was a waste in Lin Feishuang's eyes, but now he might be regarded as an enemy.

"A Shuang, don't hit A Shuang! Listen to me, I didn't want to come in, I was..."

It's a pity that Lin Feishuang didn't listen to his explanation at all, and raised his hand to attack again.

Wang Bubu was anxious, he stepped forward regardless, tied him in his arms, and bit his lips indiscriminately.

Lin Feishuang's pupils were wide open, and he stretched out his foot to kick him directly in the crotch.

Wang Bucheng yelled, knelt down on the ground in pain, his voice changed: "A Shuang, calm down, I was really framed..."

He lifted his head up, his eyes full of suppressed tears.

Lin Feishuang suddenly saw the little mole as red as blood in the corner of his eye, and was taken aback, "Isn't the king rich!?"

Wang Bushi nodded in pain, thinking that he was about to become Wang Buju.

This time it was Lin Feishuang's turn to be surprised, "You...how did you, how did you become like this!?"

Wang Bucheng looked up at him, his beautiful eyes were full of tears, his body was weak and boneless, he threw himself into his arms and said coquettishly: "A Shuang, I was beaten so painfully..."

Lin Feishuang froze.

No. 67 hid in the dark, watching this scene with pursed lips.

He wants to live up to the king, but I have given you a chance, it is up to you whether you can grasp it.

In fact, he didn't want to meddle in other people's business, if it wasn't for Lin Feishuang who always likes to pester Ning Zhe in the future, he wouldn't do anything unnecessary.

If Wang Busheng can capture him in advance, Ning will be quieter after being around him.

Since he couldn't accompany Ning Zhe, then these cats and dogs absolutely couldn't either.

No. 67 sneered silently, and soon disappeared.

This incident is just a small episode.

Excalibur's bald slaughter continues.

Every day of delay, countless people died, and the world fell into a dire and fiery hell. No matter where they fled, the shadow of death would hang over people's heads and linger.

It's not that no one has thought of resisting. Apart from the imperial army, capable people and strangers have been organized several times in the world to destroy the Excalibur.

But even the monsters like Huo Chen who are powerless at the top, what is the use of these people if they go, they just send fresh blood to Excalibur.

Huo Chen and others have joined forces to besiege this sword more than once, but the gap from the level of the plane cannot be bridged.

This sword is no longer just an ordinary murderous sword, its body also incorporates high-level energy from the system space, whether it is strength or level, it has already surpassed Huo Chen and the others by far.

Huo Chen and others were defeated repeatedly, and everyone was seriously injured.

"This is not what should appear in this world."

The high priest looked at the horoscope in his hand with a rare serious expression.

"What do you mean? Can there be other worlds?"

"Why not? There are many stars, and the world naturally has three thousand points. The place we are in is just a corner of it."

The high priest looked up at the gray sky soaked in blood mist, the bottom of the light gray eyes was full of mist, and he couldn't see his thoughts clearly, "Ziwei star is getting dimmer."

"Still thinking about your master Lao Shizi?" The young master sneered, "No matter how confused you are, you should have a bottom line. How can he look like a god?"

The high priest said indifferently: "My memory is infallible, and neither is the astrology."

"Who knows who has tampered with your memory! You don't even know someone took Yunlan away from under your nose, how do you know that your memory is correct?!"

The young master gave him a cold look, "In short, I don't trust anyone, I only believe in my own feelings."

"A Yue."

Seeing that he was about to leave, the high priest suddenly called out to him, and after a moment of silence, he seemed to ask him with some doubts: "Since you don't believe in your past life memory, why do you want to save Ning Zhe?"

"I owe him a lot, the only thing I can do is to pay him back."

"Even if you pay for your life, you don't need to use your affection to this point. What is he to you?"

Hearing his words, the Young Master thought of the scene where Ning Zhe once wanted to protect himself regardless of his own life.

His unruly eyebrows and eyes softened, and he lowered his eyes and smiled, "What else can it be, naturally it's my sweetheart..."

It's a pity that this sweetheart's life is not good, and it's been a long time since I met someone like him.

"Sweetie..."

The high priest was stunned for a moment, a little lost in thought.

He never dared to miss that person.

Whether it is before or after the transformation, that person is an existence that is elusive in his heart.

He was originally a Shinto lotus in the lake in front of the shrine, accompanying that person every day.

The sun and the moon rose in the east and set in the west, and the years passed quietly. For countless years, he silently looked up at the back of that person in the lake, and spent ten thousand years with him.

Later, maybe it was that person's whim, maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was unbearable loneliness, so he decided to let a Shinto lotus incarnate as a human to accompany him.

At that time, he was dressed in snow-like clothes, standing by the lake with Zhilan Yushu, and asked them if any of these lotus flowers wanted to incarnate.

The Shinto lotuses that filled the pond in an instant swayed with the wind, vying to show off their beauty in front of him, longing for him to look at him more, longing for him to be the chosen one to accompany him.

Because it's this person, who wouldn't want to be pampered by him?

At that time, only the high priest was silently hiding behind the lotus leaf, with his head lowered, not even daring to look at him more.

He also wants to accompany this person, but he knows that his status is humble, and he is afraid that his dirty roots will tarnish this elegant person.

But he didn't expect that among the thousands of divine dao lotuses, Shangshen saw him at a glance.

He smiled and asked if he would accompany him.

How could the high priest not want to, he dreamed of being looked at more by this person.

But he is just a lotus flower, unable to speak.

He was afraid that the man would leave impatiently, so he tried his best to open a petal, and touched his fingertips very lightly and gently, trembling all over nervously, the petals almost fell off.

Then Shangshen held his petal that was about to fall with his fingertips, lowered his head, and gently kissed it with his noble and soft lips.

It was like a touch of water, fleeting, but the high priest was stunned.

Then he began to transform into a child, held by the god, and led step by step into the shrine, and brought him by his side.

The God said that his body is a lotus, so he gave him the name "Little Lotus", and hoped that he would be born in a small age, grow up in a prosperous age, and protect all people.

He bestowed Wei Shenglian with the same life as the sky, and taught him the knowledge of rites.

He has no heart, no emotions, the only thing he has is reverence for God.

From childhood to adulthood, the shadow of God runs through his long life.

Even after his fall, Weishenglian never forgot the agreement with him. He became the high priest of Dayue, protecting Dayue and all the people for him.

But even so, he still never dared to covet God.

Whenever the other god attendants competed for favor in front of Shangshen, he would always just stand behind Shangshen, silently watching him play with those few people affectionately.

Sometimes he also envied those few people who could say the straightforward words of "like" without any hesitation, but he never thought of becoming one of them.

For the high priest, as long as he can look at that person from a distance, it is enough.

But today, a sense of confusion suddenly arose in his heart.

Does he like that person?

If he likes it, why is he not worried about Yunlan being in danger, and he never even thought of looking for him?

If he didn't like it, why would he suddenly become nervous when he heard that Ning Zhe was arrested, wishing he could immediately kill everyone who was in front of him and go to him?

Does he like Ning Zhe?

Has he changed?

What's wrong with him?

However, this question is doomed to be unresolved.

In the end, the high priest did not come up with an answer.

Because of an accident, it happened again suddenly.

Huo Chen and others were defeated in several resistances and retreated to Dayue King City. The surviving people were sheltered in several nearby cities.

The King City of Dayue has always been blessed by the Gods, leaving behind a huge magic circle that can cover a hundred miles outside the city, which cannot be broken by the divine sword, and is the best place to contain it.

Due to the extremely large number of people, the high priest led three thousand servants in the Zhanxing Pavilion, and deliberately opened a second layer of refuge under the royal city.

However, avoiding them all the time is not an option. When the food and grass run out, they will die here one day.

Just when everyone was about to despair, a strange and hollow voice suddenly descended from the sky and spread to every corner of the world.

——I want to save the common people, and I donate my divine veins.