I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe tugged at the corner of his clothes and said something to him.

No. 67 bent down and asked him with a smile, "What?"

"You are too bullying." Ning Zhe whispered in his ear.

His voice was very low, but no one present could hear his words clearly.

The cat-like soft voice was like a feather, gently sweeping over several people's hearts, scratching their apex tremblingly, wishing that the person who made him whisper was not himself.

How could No. 67 not know what they were thinking, raised his thin lips, and smiled joyfully, "I didn't bully him, it's because the sword he brought back is faulty."

Ning Yan's expression changed when he heard the words, "Impossible! I checked it myself, there is absolutely no way it is fake!"

"I didn't say that the sword is fake." No. 67's expression was light, and Qingjun's eyes were calm, "It's just that this sword is now useless."

Ning Zhe was puzzled, and then, he heard a low laugh, and an illusory figure gradually emerged from the divine sword lying on the ground.

"No. 67 has been a colleague for hundreds of years. It's not good for you to belittle me in front of Ning Zhe while I'm not around."

Ning Zhe was taken aback, then sat up straight, "No. 61?"

But he had just done that, and his waist and abdomen were still sore, so he twitched immediately after such a movement, and immediately let out an unsteady muffled groan, with a soft ending, soft and sweet, which was alluring.

Huo Chen and the others had never experienced this kind of thing, and they didn't know what happened, but No. 61 immediately understood, and looked at Ning Zhe with a strange look.

"You...you are actually with him..."

His eyes flicked back and forth between the boy and the man.

Ning Zhe was a little ashamed, and turned his head uncomfortably, avoiding his sight.

But No. 67 was very thick-skinned, and not only nodded disapprovingly, but also lifted Ning's chin, pecked and kissed him on the lips to declare his sovereignty, and said with a smile, "That's what you think."

No. 61 narrowed his eyes, sneered at the corners of his lips, and said nothing.

Huo Chen finally realized something, and his face darkened suddenly, "You put him...you, you! He is still so young, how can you be like this!"

"It's not young, I remember it clearly, it just happens to be an adult tonight." No. 67 said holding Ning's chin, eyes softened, and asked him with a smile, "Am I right?"

Ning Zhe asked him what adulthood is.

No. 67 told him with a serious face that adulthood is the year when good things happen, and they can do that kind of comfortable thing throughout this year.

Huo Chen listened to their conversation, and finally knew who taught his pure, kind and soft little emperor to be bad.

What made him most powerless was that his little emperor was still blushing and asked the man seriously if he could continue to do it next year.

This time, without waiting for him to speak, the young venerable master immediately answered, "It can be done! Of course it can be done! Ah Zhe, can I do it well with you?"

"..." Huo Chen was speechless for a moment.

It is said that the demon clan has always had the custom of sharing wives, so it seems that the rumors are not false.

When Ning Zhe heard the words of the young lord, he turned his head and glanced at him. His face, which was slightly shy just now, was extremely calm now, even with a little indifference.

He asked the Young Master coldly: "Who are you?"

Qingluan pursed her lips and sneered ironically, "Trash."

In the end, he changed his face to a gentle and bullying face, and smiled at Ning Zhe: "Ning Ning, Gu can make you more comfortable."

Ning Zhe didn't say a word, shrank silently into No. 67's arms, put his arms around his waist, buried his whole face in his arms, and didn't even want to look at Qingluan more.

Qingluan's face also froze.

No. 67 chuckled, hugged Ning Zhe back, and stroked the top of his hair, "Are you sleepy?"

Ning Zhe snorted softly and nodded.

The voice is thin and small like a milk cat, extremely cute.

"Then I'll take you back to bed first."

In order to prevent being discovered by the main system, his system space is temporarily unavailable, and he came out of the study only to let Ning Zhe fill his stomach.

The few people were trapped in the yard like this, and watched as No. 67 left with Ning Zhe in his arms.

Huo Chen clenched his fists and struggled hard with all his strength, but he was only able to move a little finger.

But that's enough.

He turned his internal energy into several air blades, and quickly attacked No. 67 behind him.

However, before the menacing air blade reached No. 67, it was burned to ashes by a cluster of flames rising from the ground.

Huo Chen was taken aback.

Ning Zhe lay on the back of No. 67, withdrew his fingers, and smiled quietly at him, still looking very well-behaved.

Huo Chen suddenly realized that perhaps Ning Zhe had never changed.

It's just that he hides the soft part of himself and only shows it to the people he likes.

And for those who have hurt him, harmed him, or bullied him, even though he would still greet them with a smile, under that fake smile are all sharp and sharp knives.

Anyone who dares to touch him beyond his control will be stabbed with blood.

Huo Chen stared blankly at his back, then suddenly put down his hand weakly, and closed his eyes in despair.

Qingluan didn't know about this, and was still struggling, while the young master asked the high priest in a cold voice: "Do you really want to help them!? You can think about it, it's not clear whether that man is good or bad , how do you know whether he is going to save Ning Zhe or kill him?"

The high priest glanced at him and said indifferently: "He said that he will exchange the main god with Ning Zhe."

The young venerable master was startled, and suddenly became furious: "Then you still promise him!"

What god, he doesn't believe it!He doesn't care what the world is!He only knows Ning Zhe, and he only wants Ning Zhe to live a good life!

"Let go of the deity! If you don't save Ning Zhe, the deity will go!"

However, the high priest had already shut his mouth and refused to say anything.

On the side, No. 61 looked at these people with interest, pushed his glasses and said, "Actually, you don't need to worry. After today, you will know what No. 67 is planning."

Ning Yan vomited blood and looked at him in despair, "Why..."

"what why?"

"Excalibur, why not?"

"You mean this?" No. 61 hooked his lips, bent down and picked up the tarnished Excalibur from the ground.

"It's not that it can't be done, it's just that this divine sword is not that divine sword."

He always thought that he was the only one who had a dark heart, but he never thought that the main system didn't believe him either.

That man looked gentle and smiling, not showing off his mountains or dewy water, but his heart was extremely meticulous.

When he was asked to cast the Excalibur, the main system had tampered with the Excalibur. Although the Excalibur in his hand was powerful, it had no real godhead.

The real Excalibur is unremarkable, but that is the trump card of the main system.

He has been lied to in the dark.

But it doesn't matter, the two of them don't trust each other, and they just fell apart.

On Ning Zhe's side, he was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, and No. 67 sat on his back and massaged his waist.

"What did you do to Huo Chen just now? He can't hurt me."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and frowned, "I don't know, I'll do it when I see it."

No. 67 chuckled and rubbed his lower back, "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts, it's all because you are pushing too hard." Ning Zhe was not happy, but also felt aggrieved, and his voice was crying.

No. 67 bowed his head and kissed him, "Don't be angry, I was wrong, okay, I won't do this again next time."

As he spoke, he lifted Ning Zhe's clothes and looked behind him.

There was a huge thing there for the first time, but now it is red and swollen, and it looks pitiful.

He rubbed it with his fingertips.

Ning Zhe screamed and was about to get up immediately, "No, I don't want it anymore!"

"Don't be afraid, I won't do it." No. 67 patted his head and comforted him, "Shall I help you with some medicine?"

Ning Zhe felt embarrassed.

No. 67 threatened him, "If you don't take the medicine, it will break down and you won't be able to use it."

Ning Zhe was shocked, "It's still, will it be broken?"

"Aren't you in pain?"

Ning Zhe nodded.

A little pain, and some other strange feelings... In short, it's weird.

And when finger 67 poked it, it seemed a little... a little wanting.

Ning Zhe lay down, covered his head with the quilt, and blushed silently.

No. 67 exchanged the ointment from the system mall and put it on him.

Don't ask why there is such a thing in the system space, the system also needs nightlife.

After applying the medicine, Ning Zhe has become a cooked red shrimp.

On the 67th, he covered him with a quilt, blew out most of the candles in the room, lit some soothing incense for him, and sat by the couch to accompany him.

Ning Zhe looked at his movements with some doubts in his heart.

This time when No. 67 came back, it seemed that he had never scolded him, and was too gentle.

Was it so easy to talk before the 67th?

His eyes were dark, and No. 67 saw it, and asked him what was wrong with a smile.

Ning Zhe said he couldn't sleep.

"Then I'll tell you a story."

Ning Zhe's eyes brightened slightly, and he nodded obediently.

No. 67 thought for a while and said, "Once upon a time there was a monk who was going to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures."

Ning Zhe was puzzled: "Why do you want to learn scriptures? Where is Xitian?"

"Because he wants to bring the Dharma back to save all sentient beings, Xitian is the place where the Dharma is passed on."

"Oh, that's it." Ning Zhe nodded, motioning for him to continue.

No. 67 said: "With the help of the Bodhisattva, the monk found his three apprentices, a monkey, a pig, a cannibal, and a horse, so the four of them set out on the road together."

"Why are there four masters and apprentices, isn't there five?"

"Because that horse is a burden, it doesn't count."

"Oh."

No. 67 continued: "They have to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one catastrophes, so they encountered many monsters along the way, among them was a bone spirit who wanted to eat the monk..."

Ning tilted his head, "Why does the bone spirit eat monks?"

"Because the monk is a treasure, you can become a god if you eat it, just like you."

No. 67 squeezed his face, "I said, do you still want to hear it? Don't interrupt if you want to hear it."

Ning Zhe shrank back into the quilt, covered his mouth, and blinked his big black and quiet eyes, as if telling him that he would stop talking.

No. 67 laughed, "The Bone Demon turned into an ordinary person to deceive the monk, but was discovered by the monkey. The monkey killed the incarnation of the Bone Demon, but was blamed by the monk and ran away angrily."

"Later, the monk lost his protection and was finally caught by the bone spirit. Only then did he realize that the monkey hadn't lied to him. He had misunderstood the monkey. But it was too late. He was eaten by the bone spirit and died."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe blinked and waited for him to continue.

But he waited for a long time, but he didn't hear No. 67 speak.

Ning Zhe was confused, "Is this the end?"

No. 67 smiled and asked him, "Do you want to listen to the follow-up?"

Ning Zhe nodded.

"The follow-up is that the monkey was very sad when he knew that the monk had died, and tried his best to help him be reborn. Finally, with his efforts, the monk became an ordinary person, but he didn't remember anything."

"What about the monkey?"

"The monkey was very angry. He felt that the monk had abandoned him, so he went to befriend him, but deliberately bullied him and hurt him. Slowly, the monk became more and more withdrawn, and he was very sad."

Ning Zhe didn't know if it was his own illusion, he always felt that when No. 67 was telling the story, his expression was a little sad.

"Then...the end?"

"Finally, the monkey finally found a way to restore the monk's memory. But this method is very dangerous, requiring the monkey to pay with his own life, and it is likely to make the monk hate him forever. So he hesitated."

He smiled, looked down at Ning Zhe, "If it were you, how would you choose?"

The tranquilizing incense curled up and burned, and the smoke filled the air.

Ning Zhe rubbed his eyes and felt a little sleepy. He held on and said, "Could it be that the monkey died when the monk woke up?"

"Yes."

"Then what about their way of learning scriptures? Didn't they say that they want to save all sentient beings?"

No. 67 smiled, "That's not important, I'm asking you, do you want the monk to become the monk before, or do you think it's good as it is?"

Ning Zhe thought for a while and said, "Then change back."

"Why?"

"If there are no monks, there will be no one to learn scriptures, and there will be no one to save the people."

Ning Zhe looked up at him, "Sacrificing oneself to save the common people, isn't that what is written in the scriptures? If the monkey is the protagonist, then he must be a hero. Such scripts are better sold."

No. 67 smiled wryly, and tapped his forehead, "What have you been thinking all day?"

He also felt that if he asked Ning Zhe, he would not be able to get any results. This person's brain frequency had never matched his.

He saw that Ning Zhe was squinting and his eyelids were already shaking, so he touched his face, "Are you sleepy? Go to sleep when you are sleepy."

Ning Zhe nodded, retracted into the quilt, yawned and prepared to sleep.

67 went to blow out the candle.

The room was plunged into darkness, only the moonlight was still clear.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes, looked at No. 67 sitting in the dark, looking a little lonely, and suddenly said: "No. 67, the story you told is so boring."

No. 67 patted his head and said softly, "Then I'll tell you something interesting next time."

Ning Zhe gave a "hmm" and said in a daze, "If I were a monk, I would definitely not misunderstand the monkey."

"What if the monkey bullies you?"

"I don't hate him either."

No. 67's heart moved slightly, and he glanced at him with flickering eyes, "Ning Zhe, if I tell you, I am actually the monkey in the story?"

Ning Zhe did not respond.

The sound of shallow breathing came gently.

He was already asleep.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, No. 67 sighed for a while, pulled the quilt for him, and left.

He didn't know that after he left, Ning Zhe suddenly opened his eyes, frowned and thought for a long time.

......

The next day, the sky was still dark and cloudy.

This day is the last day of the truce period given by the main system.

Once today is over, he will destroy the world.

The only one who knew the whereabouts of the divine pulse was Huo Chen.

Numerous forbidden soldiers rushed into the general's mansion, arrested him for public interrogation, and tortured him.

The general who was respected in the past is now a prisoner, and everyone can curse.

No. 61 laughed and floated beside him, "Why are you bothering, anyway, No. 67 is not going to let Ning Zhe go, you might as well tell them where Ning Zhe is."

After merging with the Excalibur, he can also blur his body, making him invisible to others.

Huo Chen closed his eyes and remained silent, not intending to speak at all.

Soon he was taken to the execution ground, and the little emperor threatened to behead him for public display, forcing him to tell the whereabouts of the gods.

"I don't know what kind of divine vein, if you want to kill, do it quickly."

The little emperor was furious, "If you don't eat the toast, you'll be fined, give me your hands!"

The executioner raised his sword and was about to swing it down, when suddenly there was a loud bang, the ground trembled non-stop, and the sky became dark and dark clouds instantly.

Everyone was shocked, and immediately turned their heads to look, only to see a pillar of white light rising from the direction of the central altar, directly to the sky, dazzling and spectacular.

"what is that?"

"Look! Is there someone in the beam of light!?"

"There is someone! It's still a boy!"

Huo Chen's heart sank slightly, and he looked up.

A thin boy in white was quietly closing his eyes, surrounded by a beam of light.

A sword hangs above his head, and the bloodline connects him to the long sword.

It didn't take long for everyone to see the long sword shining slightly, and the blade became sharper and brighter.

However, at the same moment, the young man's face paled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, his body gradually began to tremble slightly, his delicate brows frowned, as if in unbearable pain.

"It's the long sword, it must be the long sword that is sucking his flesh..."

Someone exclaimed.

"Could it be that this boy...is the divine vein!?"

"no, do not want!"

Huo Chen suddenly broke free from the iron chains, and rushed forward, intending to go to the central altar.

The little emperor was startled: "Stop him! Don't let him make trouble!"

Left and right rushed up to block him.

However, with just one palm, Huo Chen had huge power pouring out of his body, shaking everyone away, and shouted angrily: "Get out!"

He was captured just because he didn't want to resist, but it didn't mean he couldn't fight these people.

After throwing the person away, Huo Chen immediately rushed towards the altar.

He is familiar with this place and is very comfortable with this road.

Because he was here once, personally driving Ning Zhe into a desperate situation, and personally extinguishing all his affection for him.

Before he arrived, he saw a person flying past in the sky.

"Young Honorable Master... No, it's the red axe?"

Dressed in black clothes, with huge wings behind him, it should be a red axe.

Although the young lord has merged with his three souls, he has not inherited the blood of his ancient ancestors, so he cannot use the pair of wings.

Chi Yue heard the voice, and when he lowered his head, he saw him.

He hesitated for a moment, and heard the seventeenth guard in his mind say: "Take him, he is also going to save the master, the chances of winning are better if there are more helpers."

Chi Yue nodded, then bent down and rushed down, grabbed Huo Chen's arm and lifted him up, spread his huge wings and flew towards the sky-reaching beam of light.

When they arrived, there were already people fighting there.

It was the high priest and Qingluan.

The high priest stood alone in front of the formation around the altar, preventing anyone from passing through.

"Let Gu go in! If you don't save Ning Zhe, Gu will come to save you! Just hug your main god and regret it!"

The high priest forced him back casually, with a calm expression: "After this catastrophe, the Lord God will come to the world. I will never allow any of you to disrupt the ceremony."

"Go away! I don't believe in any main god, even if there is one, it can only be Ning Zhe! He is the remnant of the god of heaven, who else is qualified to be the main god besides him!"

"If it is true as you believe, Ning Zhe is the main god, why should you worry? After the ceremony is over, whether it is the main god or Ning Zhe, it will still be him. He will still be your Ning Zhe."

Qingluan grabbed his skirt and sneered, dark green pupils flashed with a sinister light, "Do you priests of Da Yue not understand human language? Gu said, what Gu wants is Ning Zhe, the present Ning Zhe Fold, not him after becoming a god!"

The high priest looked up at him, his gray pupils did not fluctuate in the slightest, "What's the difference? It's just a person, if he is not a god, then ask him to make way for the real god, if he is really a god, you There is no need to worry so much. The common people in the world need God, and you are just one of them."

Seeing that she couldn't make sense with him, Qingluan sneered, "Okay, if you want common people, if you want Ning Zhe alone, then grab it with your ability!"

Before he finished speaking, he and the high priest started fighting again.

Seeing this, Chi Yue immediately rushed forward to help him. Although the two lost to the high priest, they were able to hold him back for a while.

"Huo Chen! Why are you still standing there! Why don't you go in and save people now!" Qingluan growled at him.

Huo Chen glanced at him, no longer hesitated, and immediately rushed into the formation.

The high priest saw him and was about to attack him when he was stopped by Chi Yue.

He stared at the high priest with his long, blood-red eyes, opened his mouth, and said with some slurred words: "Ah... Zhe, don't... hurt, hurt..."

After only a short delay, Huo Chen had already rushed into the formation.

The high priest frowned slightly, glanced over there, and pushed Chi Yue and Qing Luan away.

He glanced at his palm, his eyes were foggy, his expression was dim, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He is the only one among these few who has not lost his memory.

Before they were reincarnated, he spent hundreds of years with them and fought for hundreds of years.

He is familiar with each of their attack methods and usual tactics, and he can easily stop these three people in front of the battle.

But just now, when they stopped him, he didn't do anything.

The high priest could not tell why.

He raised his eyes to look at the young man who was surrounded by a beam of light in mid-air and struggled in pain, and slowly stretched out his hand towards him.

Ning Zhe, is it because of you?

Is it because I'm thinking of you?