I'm a killer with no emotions

If you save the common people, donate your divine veins.

But if it is delayed by one day, a city will be destroyed.

This mysterious voice rang in everyone's ears, and the news spread almost quickly across the world.

At the beginning, some people didn't believe it and took it as a joke.

But it didn't take long before the joke became true.

The spies came to report that the city closest to Dayue King City had been destroyed.

Rather than saying it was destroyed, it was better to say that the foundation of the entire city collapsed, the city collapsed, and the abyss below, the magma boiling and rolling in the gully, swallowed up this once prosperous and dazzling city.

Then on the second day, another city in the Tianqi Dynasty exploded, and the sound was earth-shattering, like a punishment from heaven.

"Deadline, three days later, bring Ning Zhe to Dayue King City, the central altar."

The voice gave the ultimatum.

For a moment, people were panicked, and everyone fell into panic.

"Shenmai, Shenmai, what exactly is Shenmai!?"

"I heard that they are the descendants of the Shangshen lineage who are rumored to be alive and dead. Doesn't it mean that this family has been driven to extinction long ago?"

"And who is this voice? Could it be the person behind that magic sword?"

"If you want me to talk about this kind of time, where can I find Naoshizi Shenmai!?"

"It's over... everything is over, we're all going to die here..."

Wang Wang's capital was shrouded in dark clouds, and everyone's face was full of despair waiting to die.

Huo Chen walked down the street with his troops, his brows furrowed.

"Do you believe what the voice said?" the person beside him asked him.

Huo Chen's eyes darkened, and he turned to look at him coldly, "What do you want to believe?"

"The High Priest has already reported to me that the young man who hindered God before is the Divine Vein, if he is handed over..."

Huo Chen suddenly grabbed him by the throat, his brows and eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Your Majesty, do you know why I haven't killed you until now?"

The little emperor was in pain, but still sneered and sneered: "I'm not mistaken, your Huo family is really ambitious! I really regret not getting rid of you sooner!"

Huo Chen looked at his familiar face, his eyes darkened.

It was this person, because of this person, there were so many misunderstandings and twists and turns between him and Ning Zhe in his life.

All the crimes that Ning Zhe suffered were because of this person!

Ever since Huo Chen regained his memory, he has been thinking about killing him for revenge all the time.

But so what if he was killed.

The original Ning Zhe will never come back.

What's more, today's troubled times can't stand half a toss, and Dai Viet can't live without a monarch.

Huo Chen tightened and loosened his five fingers pinching his throat, and finally shook him off and left.

The little emperor stared at his tall and straight back, his eyes darkened a bit, "Order, spread the news of Huo Chen's acquaintance with Shenmai immediately, I will ruin his reputation!"

He doesn't care about the world or the common people.

If Huo Chen dared to be rude to him, he would kill Huo Chen!

The guards behind him led the way.

The little emperor sneered, shook his sleeves and left.

It didn't take long for the news that General Huo was shielding the divine veins and abandoning the world and the common people in disregard for the whole royal city.

Huo Chen sat in the general's mansion, his face so dark that he could almost drip.

Old General Huo pointed at him tremblingly: "Now the government and the public are scolding you, let me ask you, do you know the descendant of Shenmai?"

Huo Chen glanced at his father, "Yes."

"Why didn't I report knowing you!? Do you know that people all over the world are pointing at my Huo's spine and cursing!"

Old General Huo waved his hand, "That's all, let's not mention these things, you hand over this divine vein now, there is still room for change in this matter."

"No."

"What did you say?!"

"Son said, no." Huo Chen refused to budge.

Old General Huo stared at him for a while, "Okay, since you said no, you can tell me the reason! I'll see what you can come up with!"

Huo Chen lowered his eyes, stroked the Changsheng lock in his hand with his fingertips, "Because he is my son's future general's wife, the person my son wants to protect with his life."

Old General Huo was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he hadn't heard clearly, "What did you say?"

"The son said, because he is the son's life, father, if you want his life, you are taking the son's life."

"You, you, you, you... you are absurd! Do you know what you are talking about!? That is a man! What do you like? It's not good for you to like a man! Or a man who is related to the world! I think You want to piss off your father!" The old general was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and almost passed out.

"Father, calm down, it's useless for you to say these things now, I'm also looking for Huang... looking for Ah Zhe, he is not with my son..."

As Huo Chen spoke, his voice suddenly paused, and he stood up abruptly and looked into the courtyard.

I saw a petite boy in white clothes lying on the tall courtyard wall, slowly crawling down the cracks in the stone, prodding and probing with his toes, very cautiously.

Huo Chen's eyes were in a trance, and his breathing was unsteady.

Old General Huo also saw this scene, and immediately became angry: "Nonsense! This is a child who sneaked in unattended! Where did the guards go? Hurry up and drive him out!"

Just as the guards were about to move, Huo Chen suddenly yelled, "Stop! I'll see who dares to move him!"

The teenagers on the courtyard wall were so frightened by his drink that their hands trembled, and one of them lost his footing and fell down.

"A Zhe!"

Huo Chen's pupils shrank, and he quickly dodged in front of him, narrowly catching him.

Ning Zhe fell into a daze and looked at him in a daze, "General?"

He shook his head, "Why...there are two?"

Huo Chen smiled wryly, not knowing what expression to show.

He put Ning Zhe down, checked him carefully, and found no wounds, so he was relieved.

"Your Majesty, how did you come back?"

"No. 61 helped me escape."

"Number 61...?"

Ning Zhe nodded, "They are the same people as No. 67, they live in another world."

Huo Chen's face was serious. He remembered that the sword-wielding man who was their enemy that day seemed to be No. 61.

Since they were enemies, why did they send Ning Zhe back?

He was worried in his heart, but he didn't show it, he just touched Ning Zhe's head, and asked him gently: "Your Majesty, do you know where he is now?"

Ning Zhe pointed behind him, "Here, it's right behind the general."

Huo Chen's face changed and he turned around quickly.

But there was no one behind him.

Ning bowed his eyebrows, "The general can't see him, he's just a soul now."

Huo Chen's face was cold, "Tell him to leave, Your Majesty, I have something to tell you."

Ning Zhe obediently said "Oh", and let No. 61 go first.

No. 61 raised his eyebrows, "Why, want to throw it away after using it?"

"You go first." Ning Zhe pretended to be pitiful and begged him.

But coincidentally, No. 61 liked him very much, took a look at Huo Chen, and left in a flash.

Huo Chen hugged Ning Zhe into his arms and walked to his room.

"Nizi! Stop!" Old General Huo roared from behind.

Ning Zhe was puzzled, "General, why did you make the old general angry again?"

Huo Chen and his old general have different ideas. In the past, they often had disputes when they were on official business. Every time Ning Zhe sat on the dragon chair and watched the two of them quarrel, he dared not speak.

"Leave him alone." Huo Chen touched his face, "He just doesn't want a daughter-in-law."

"...?"

Huo Chen didn't tell anyone about Ning's return.

He told Ning Zhe what had happened these days, and then said solemnly: "Your Majesty, everyone is looking for the remnants of the gods. You must not reveal your identity."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and remained silent.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at the tall and reliable man in front of him with clear and pure eyes: "But general, if you don't hand me over, what will the common people do?"

Ning Zhe is actually not that attached to his own life and death.

He just doesn't want to be controlled.

Ever since he learned that Ning Xuan was a fake, the belief that had supported him to live had long since collapsed. Whether he lives or dies is actually not that important.

"Anyway, my life is worthless. If I can save the general's life, I... um... will, no..."

Before Ning Zhe could finish speaking, Huo Chen suddenly leaned over, blocked his lips, and blocked his self-defeating words between his lips and teeth.

"Your majesty, be good, let me in."

Huo Chen panted lightly, tapped Ning's teeth with the tip of his tongue, bit and licked his soft lips ambiguously.

"No..." Ning Zhe opened his mouth to refuse, but he took the opportunity to slip in, the tip of his tongue teased in his mouth, and silver thread dripped from the corner of his lips.

After a long time, when Ning Zhe was kissed so breathlessly by him, Huo Chen let him go, hugged him tightly into his arms, rested his chin on his shoulder, and closed his eyes in silence.

Ning Zhe noticed that he was in a low mood and hesitated for a moment, and asked: "...General, what's wrong with you."

"Your Majesty, don't say such things in the future."

Ning Zhe was about to ask him something, when he held his face and stared at him solemnly, "If the emperor saves his own life, he saves the life of the world. Your majesty, your life is very important. It is so important that it can stand shoulder to shoulder with the common people in the world, do you understand?"

He actually didn't know much about his past life experience, some scenes in the dream were vague, and even the face of Shangshen was still Lin Yunlan's face.

But Huo Chen has never been so sober as he is now.

Lin Yunlan is definitely not a god, and only the young man in front of him can become a god.

The reason why those people scramble for Ning Zhe is because only by killing Ning Zhe can they become another god!

Huo Chen concealed the news of Ning Zhe's return, and all the guards who saw him during the day were dismissed by him on an excuse to run errands.

But the other few people are not very fuel-efficient, even if he kept it a secret, they still found out about it in their own way.

Therefore, when the Huo Mansion had dinner at night, there was a crowded scene of dozens of people gathered around a table.

"Where's Ningning?" Qingluan narrowed her eyes and asked him forcefully.

Although the other person was vile, he had a good appearance. He was as bright as the moon, and when he was silent, he was as noble as the moonlight, and his pair of dark green pupils added a bit of nobility that was different from others.

The old god Huo Chen was there, took a sip from his cup, "What Ningning, I didn't know."

Old General Huo forced a smile: "His Royal Highness, the dog is innocent, please forgive me."

The young master didn't have such a good temper, so he grabbed Huo Chen's clothes and pulled him forward, "Are you looking for death? The avatar of the deity has already seen Ning folded into your house, did you tell me?"

It is said that people are as they appear, and the young master has a fierce temperament, and his appearance is also sinister and arrogant. The typical foreigner has a deep face with sharp edges and corners, and a pair of narrow and long blood eyes are chilling.

If he stares straight at you, the deterrent effect is indeed not small, but it's a pity that Huo Chen grew up from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and the last thing he fears is these evil spirits.

He unhurriedly grasped the Young Master's wrist, and broke it apart as soon as he exerted force.

"The general said, if there is no, there is no, even if the young master saw it, there is still no."

Old General Huo saw that he was not polite, his face was a little stiff, and he quickly smoothed things over and said: "My lord, the human race and the demon race have always entered the water without disturbing the river. You should leave first, otherwise it is not good to be seen."

"Don't worry, old general. I have created a magic array around this house, and ordinary people can't see the real scene inside." The high priest nodded calmly at him, although he was cold, he was still kind.

Today, he is still dressed in snow clothes, and his demeanor is indifferent, like a fairy walking down from the clouds.

Seeing him, Old General Huo sighed, "Thank you, sir, for your help, I really don't know what to do with a dog."

Huo Chen's face at this moment is still the Huo Chen of a few years ago, and to the old general, he is still a kid.

Coupled with his perfunctory and provocative attitude towards these big figures tonight, it really made the old general who didn't know the inside story grey.

The high priest saw it clearly, but treated it indifferently, and didn't say much.

The four people in front were about to fight again, General Huo couldn't persuade him here, he couldn't stop him there, so he waved his hands and left angrily, "Brat, clean it up yourself!"

While Huo Chen was busy avoiding the attack, he said unhurriedly: "Father, go slowly."

The old general was so angry that he fell on his back.

He walked to the door of Huo Chen's study, and wanted to kick the door open, but hesitated.

After all, the son has said that this is his wife, male and female... It doesn't matter if it's male or female, isn't it against the rules for him to rush in like this?

After thinking about it, he still knocked on the door and asked, "Xiaoyou Ning, I want to talk to you, is it convenient for you?"

There was no human voice from inside for a long time, but if you listen carefully, there seems to be the sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

Daughter-in-law undressing inside?

The old general frowned, "Little friend Ning, are you inside?"

"...um, ah..." After a long while, there was a vague hum from inside, which seemed to be full of pain and a little bit of joy.

The old general was even more puzzled, "Little friend Ning, did I go in?"

"Don't!" There was an exclamation immediately from inside, followed by another muffled gasp, "I, I'm disheveled, it's inconvenient to see each other, you... um, you can come back another day... . How are you?"

The old general didn't like to push people too much. Although he thought his wife was strange, he still left.

But he didn't know that just across the door, his daughter-in-law was being hugged by another man, her clothes were completely removed, and her face was flushed.

"No... No. 67, I don't want it anymore, you stop it..."

Seeing people leave, Ning Zhe finally couldn't bear to cry, gasping for breath.

"Too fast, too fast..."

No. 67 ignored him, pressed him against the desk, and kissed his ears and neck piece by piece, grinding and colliding inside him.

Ning Zhe was forced to hang on his body, raised his slender neck high, and endured it impatiently, unable to tell whether the feeling coming from under him was pain or joy.

He only felt that he was about to melt into No. 67's arms.

The moon hangs on the western mountain, and the clouds and rain first rest.

Ning Zhe was limp and limp all over, paralyzed in No. 67's arms, his eyes lost sight.

No. 67 leaned over, bit his swollen lip, and asked in a low voice, "Is it comfortable?"

Ning Zhe burst into tears and bit his shoulder, "Bastard! I told you to stop, why don't you stop!"

It hurt him, caused water running down his body in the end, and he was so ashamed that he couldn't lift his head!

No. 67 smiled, not caring that he was still biting his shoulder, stroking his smooth long hair, and said with a smile: "But in the end, didn't you tell me not to stop?"

Ning Zhe's ears were blushing.

He didn't understand human affairs, and he always thought that the thing that No. 67 put his finger into his body was what they often talked about, but he never thought that there was such... such a way.

No. 67 bit his ear, breathed ambiguously next to his ear, his voice was hoarse and cold, extremely seductive, "Ning Zhe, you haven't told me yet, are you comfortable or not?"

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and buried his face in his neck, not wanting to speak.

No. 67 laughed lowly, his voice was like the sound of a piano, deep and pleasant, "Then I will do it with you in the future, okay?"

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, blushed, and nodded.

He lowered his head, not seeing the reluctance and struggle in No. 67's eyes.

At night, Huo Chen knew that these people were coming, so he hid Ning Zhe in the study and told him not to come out.

At first, Ning Zhe was idly flipping through the history books, when suddenly a figure appeared behind him, quickly covered his mouth with his hand, and took off his coat with his fingertips.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that No. 67 was holding his captivating and criminally handsome face, putting a finger on his lips, and smiling ambiguously at him.

As soon as Ning Zhe blushed, he was pulled into his arms and took off his clothes.

Later, somehow, just... this happened.

Huo Chen didn't know that his hidden daughter-in-law was eaten by others first, and now he is still dealing with those men who pester him endlessly, and his head is getting bigger.

No. 67 picked up Ning Zhe, slowly took him to the bathroom to wash him off, put on clean clothes for him, and carried him out of the study.

Several men were still fighting, and suddenly noticed something, then turned around and saw a short-haired man hugging the target they were fighting for, feeding him leisurely, with an extremely intimate gesture.

"Ning Zhe!?"

"Ning Ning!"

"why is it you again!"

67 opened his eyes to look at them, smiled, raised Ning Zhe's jaw under their noses, and kissed away the stain on his lips.

Ning Zhe blushed slightly.

"Anything else?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, "I'm full."

"That's right." No. 67 squinted his eyes, looked at his abdomen meaningfully, and smiled meaningfully, "After all, I just fed so much, it's normal if I can't eat."

He acted as if no one was around to get close to Ning Zhe, how could the rest of them agree, and came up to grab without saying a word.

No. 67 let out a cold snort, and only slightly raised his fingers, and then they were frozen in place.

The Young Master's face changed slightly, "What's going on?"

Qingluan frowned, "...is it the formation in this yard?"

When they came here before, they were worried that Ning Zhe's identity would be leaked out, so the high priest set up a phantom array in the courtyard.

"There is also a confinement technique added to this phantom array." The young lord's eyes had already sunk, and he looked at the high priest who had been standing aside and watching indifferently, "Are you helping him?"

"He's not helping me, he's helping his master."

No. 67 chuckled, "The date given by the main system is tomorrow, what are you going to do? If you hide Ning Zhe, have you ever fought the Excalibur? Even if you have fought the Excalibur, there is still more There are countless enemies who are more powerful than you, what do you want to do then?"

Huo Chen's expression turned cold, "What on earth do you mean!"

"What I mean is, whether you want the world or Ning Zhe, you choose."

The young master sneered, "Do you need to choose? The demons have never been defeated without a fight. Even if they die in battle, the demons don't need others' charity!"

He is bloody and fierce in his bones, and he will fight even if he knows he can't fight.

And Qingluan hated the world since she was a child, and wished that everyone in the world would die, so naturally she didn't care about the common people in the world.

Only Huo Chen clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "Ning Zhe, I want it, and the common people, I want it too!"

"Where is the law of the two in the world, General Huo, you can only choose one."

Before Huo Chen could speak, a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, "Give Aning to me, and I don't want the rest!"

Several people turned their heads to look over, but saw Ning Yan who hadn't shown up for a long time.

He had gone mad before, and had been lying in Yanguan City since he fell into a coma. Huo Chen brought him back when he returned to Beijing.

I don't know when I woke up.

Ning Zhe frowned, looking at his blood-stained shirt and scars all over his body, his fingertips trembled slightly.

No. 67 held his hand calmly, and asked him softly, "Does your heart hurt?"

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes, "No."

He doesn't care about this person anymore.

Ning Yan walked to the center of the courtyard, glanced at the surrounding people, then suddenly pulled out the sword stuck in his heart, and threw it on the ground.

"Excalibur, this king has already brought it back, Ning Zhe, give it to this king."

He was panting heavily, and his footsteps were unsteady. It could be seen that he was already at the end of his strength, but he held on for a while.

The high priest looked at him for a moment, then stretched out his hand to summon the life wheel, and saw the image transmitted from it, "The prince went to the central altar?"

Ever since that voice let go, the Excalibur has been perched on the central altar without any other movements.

The high priest had already sent servants to surround the altar, but it seemed that they could not stop Ning Yan.

Ning Yan raised his eyes and looked at No. 67, and when he opened his mouth, a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth, scarlet and terrifying.

But he didn't care at all, and insisted: "You said before that if you take back the Excalibur, Ning Zhe will be safe."

"I did say so." No. 67 smiled slightly, resting his chin on Ning Zhe's thin shoulder.

"Then return him to this king!" Ning Yan roared like a madman, "He belongs to this king!"

No. 67 stretched out a slender finger, shook it, and said with a smile, "No, it still doesn't work."