I'm a killer with no emotions

pain.

Boundless pain spread from every corner of his body, as if someone was holding a knife and stabbing his flesh and blood piece by piece.

This kind of pain is thousands of times more painful than Huo Chen throwing him into the pack of wolves, breaking his wrist, and Ning Yan sucking all the blood from his body.

Ning Zhe couldn't help but want to reach out and hug himself to relieve the severe pain of bone erosion.

But his hands seemed to be caught by something, and he couldn't move at all.

Ning Zhe has not experienced such inhuman pain for a long time.

He finally couldn't help it, he cried out, and a vague name came out of his lips: "No. 67...save me..."

He thought he would be the same as before, without his response.

But just when he was about to despair, a hot breath suddenly brushed against his ear, and then someone sighed, reached out his hand through his waist, and hugged him gently from behind.

Ning Zhe was slightly startled, opened his misty eyes, and cried tremblingly in his voice, "Number 6, 67..."

"Little crying bag." No. 67 scratched the tip of his nose, "Why are you crying?"

"pain......"

After Ning Zhe finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned.

The body is light and comfortable, the severe pain just now has disappeared, and a warm current flows slowly in his body, quietly repairing his injured tendons just now.

"This is......"

No. 67 lowered his head, put his eyebrows on his shoulder, and said with a sneer, "Pain shielding function, ten taels of silver once, no counter-offer."

His voice sounded weird, as if he was trying to endure something.

If Ning turned his head back, he would be able to see that his head was covered in cold sweat, his whole body was tense, and his face was frighteningly pale.

In fact, there is no such thing as a pain shielding system in the system space, but he transferred the pain Ning Zhe suffered to him through the connection between the system and the host.

He didn't want to do this, and he didn't even want to appear beside Ning Zhe.

The sacrificial ceremony is solemn and majestic, and must not be disturbed by others. Ning Zhe has to bear this pain by himself.

However, he couldn't bear it.

The moment he heard Ning Zhe call his name, his body didn't listen to his brain's command, and appeared next to Ning Zhe uncontrollably.

I don't know since when, he became soft-hearted, and he never saw Ning shed a tear again.He said that he hated Ning Zhe, but at the same time he couldn't help observing him.

He thought he must be sick.

Moreover, the disease is terminally ill, and there is no cure for medicine and stone.

Ning Zhe didn't know what he was thinking, frowned, sullenly: "I have no money."

Ever since he was stripped of the throne, he has been penniless, a real pauper.

"If you don't have any money, then pay it back yourself." No. 67 smiled lowly, opened his mouth and gently bit the tip of his ear, grinding and licking it between his lips and teeth.

Ning Zhe blushed, and struggled a little, "Don't, don't..."

"What's wrong, shy?"

No. 67 pursed his lips and whispered in his ear, his cold and hoarse voice seemed to deliberately induce crime, "I've already done that kind of thing, why should I be ashamed?"

Ning Zhe was about to say something when he suddenly heard a gut-wrenching roar from somewhere: "Your Majesty!"

It's Huo Chen.

Ning Zhe was taken aback, then turned to look for the voice.

But there was a white space all around, stretching as far as the eye could see, apart from him and No. 67, nothing could be seen.

"Your Majesty, come back! Don't be fooled by him! That man is lying to you! He just wants you to die!"

Huo Chen's voice was full of panic and panic.

"No. 67, what is the general talking about, what is it called..." Ning Zhe was startled, and wanted to turn his head to look at No. 67.

No. 67's complexion remained unchanged, he gently stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and said softly, "It's nothing, that's not your general, it's just a phantom."

Ning Zhe was covered by No. 67, his eyes were dark and he couldn't see anything.

"Then where are we now?" His feet seemed to be suspended in the air, he didn't know anything after he fell asleep last night, and when he woke up, he found himself here.

No. 67 didn't want to lie to him, "Ning Zhe, don't ask, okay?"

Ning Zhe hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

He remembered what No. 67 said yesterday after he pretended to be asleep.

"As long as number 67 doesn't die." He grabbed the hand of the man behind him, "As long as you don't die, it's fine."

"I won't die."

No. 67 chuckled, turned him around, and kissed his lips, nostalgic for every place between his lips and teeth.

For Ning Zhe, kissing should be a very sweet and comfortable thing.

But now, he felt inexplicably sad.

Outside, Huo Chen was desperately attacking the beam of light.

From a distance, people will mistakenly think that the altar is a beam of light that reaches the sky.

But when he walked in, he found that it was a closed space, and Ning Zhe and the short-haired man were inside. Huo Chen tried all kinds of methods, but he couldn't break through it.

"Give it up, it's something in the system space, it's not something you can open." No. 61 pushed the gold-rimmed glasses frame, stood aside and looked at him coolly.

"The Excalibur is already full of blood." He looked up at the increasingly dazzling Excalibur above Ning Zhe's head, and sighed softly: "We have come to this point after all."

In fact, No. 61 did not lie to Ning Zhe. He really wanted to let Ning Zhe leave because the main system said that he would use Ning Zhe to die with the sword, so he felt betrayed.

But when he contacted number 67, he changed his mind.

Because No. 67 also wanted Ning Zhe to die with the sword.

Although the purpose of these two people is different, they both want to force Ning Zhe to death.

No. 61 doesn't care about the main god, nor does he care about the future of the system space, and he doesn't even insist on Ning Zhe's life or death.

He was just upset that other people took his toy away, and he played with it and applauded it.

Whether it's No. 67 or the main system, he doesn't want to send Ning Zhe to them.

So he made a deal with Ning Zhe, asking Ning Zhe to go to Huo Chen, and he helped him leave.

He knew that Huo Chen would never watch Ning Zhe die, and would do his best to protect him.

After sending Ning Zhe away, he even used means to block No. 67's perception of Ning Zhe, but he didn't expect that even this would not be able to stop that person.

The most powerful system under the Lord God, this kind of title sounds ridiculous, but it is not easy to get.

He lowered his eyelashes, pulled his lips and chuckled: "It's almost time, that person should have come out too."

Huo Chen turned his head suddenly, looked at him with bloodshot eyes, with a look of madness and confusion, "That person?"

As soon as the words fell, the beam of light connected to the end of the sky, and slowly descended two people wrapped in light.

A suit and leather shoes, handsome and gentle.

One stood beside him with a dull expression and dull eyes.

It was the main system and Lin Yunlan who had just come out of the laboratory.

No. 61 sighed softly, "If I knew it would turn out like this, I should have killed Yun Lan then."

The Yun Lan in Ning Zhe's ring is fake, but it's something used to deceive people.

The real Yunlan has always been hidden in an unknown place by the main system. Although No. 61 knew about it, he didn't care much.

It was his mistake.

If he had been killed at that time, so many things would not have happened.

However, given how much Ning Zhe cared about Yun Lan, if he really killed him, I'm afraid Ning Zhe would hate him for the rest of his life.

Ning Zhe couldn't see anything outside.

But he was keenly aware that something was wrong.

"Number 67, what happened, I..."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, No. 67 loosened his arms around his waist.

Immediately afterwards, his body kept falling, getting farther and farther away from No. 67.

He widened his eyes and looked at the handsome man above him.

"...Number 67?"

No. 67 hooked her lips and smiled at him, as gentle as ever: "Ning Zhe, if you really like me, then die for me again."

Ning Zhe's pupils shrank slightly, "No..."

At this moment, freed from the illusion performed by No. 67, he finally saw all the scenes outside.

He was in the high sky, with the mountains and rivers of Dayue country below, and the sky above was the beam of light, and a sharp long sword was hanging in his heart.

Both the main system and Lin Yunlan stood not far from him, looking at him with a smile, "Ning Zhe, from today, your mission is complete, and the real main god is about to be born."

He supported Lin Yunlan's shoulders and pushed him to the front, his expression still gentle and polite.

"Everyone will shout for him, but you, Ning Zhe, you just need to be his stepping stone with peace of mind, and be stepped on by him."

He said to Ning Zhe with a condescending tone of charity: "It is your honor in this life to be able to present the birth of the Lord God."

Ning Zhe's lips were pale, and he looked at No. 67 suddenly, "What do you mean..."

No. 67 smiled helplessly, with deep pity in his eyes, "Fool, don't you understand, it means that I betrayed you and finally chose Lin Yunlan..."

Yun Lan.

Ning Zhe turned his head and looked at the person beside the main system.

He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and he was staring at this side without blinking, with a dull and indifferent expression.

When Ning Zhe's eyes fell on him, his dull eyes suddenly moved, a smile parted from the corner of his lips, and he said mechanically: "A Ning, give me back my things."

I heard that the original host of No. 67 was Yunlan.

And he is just a poor substitute with incomplete defects.

So the final choice of No. 67 is Yunlan?

He looked up at the expressionless and indifferent man, and suddenly remembered all the murmurs and whispers when No. 67 was with him last night.

He suddenly pursed his lips and smiled with crooked eyebrows.

"I do not believe."

Ning Zhe stared at No. 67's cold eyes, and said in a firm voice, "I don't believe you will betray me, you said you would always be with me in the future!"

No. 67's expression remained unchanged, still calm: "It's just a sweet talk to lie to you. You were born in the Zongheng Pavilion, but your vigilance is getting worse and worse."

"I don't believe it. No. 67 won't lie to me. He likes me the most."

Ning Zhe looked at him, curled his lips, and smiled: "However, I have always been obedient."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold the divine sword that was connected with his heart and soul hanging in front of him, and Brick looked down.

In the city below, countless people were standing near the central altar, looking up at him.

Their eyes are full of anticipation for the birth of God, and the joy of being rescued soon.

Not far away, Huo Chen, Qingluan and the others were rushing towards him, probably realizing something, with frightened expressions on their faces, they desperately stretched out their hands to him, and yelled to stop.

Ning Zhe took a deep breath and forced a soft smile, "If No. 67 wants me to misunderstand, if No. 67 wants me to help Yunlan become a god, then I will do it."

He held the sharp long sword and stabbed it fiercely in the heart.

"No, Ah Zhe..."

"emperor!"

"stop!!"

Blood splashed from the boy's heart, and the bright red was in full bloom.

There was a cute and soft smile on the corners of the pale and bloodless lips, and the dark pupils were as quiet and peaceful as ever, just like every ordinary day in the past, waiting for someone to come and redeem him.

Several people looked at everything in front of them with eyes wide open, and frantically attacked Guangzhu Yao.

But they always claimed to be at the top of the world in the past, but now they are so weak that they can't even open this small wall, and they are so incompetent that they can't even save a sweetheart!

The high priest walked past them without saying a word, walked up to Ning Zhe, and formed a divine seal on him.

Ning Zhe floated in the air, his whole body was stained red with blood, dripping blood gushed out from his body, and was quickly absorbed by the divine sword in his heart.

He half closed his eyes and gave him a weak look, "Master."

"You've done a good job, and the people of the world will appreciate your dedication." The high priest stroked his cold cheek expressionlessly.

Ning Zhe pulled his lips and smiled, closed his eyes, and said in a weak voice, "What about Master?"

The high priest remained silent and looked at him indifferently, his light gray eyes were filled with mist, making it difficult to see through his thoughts.

"If you can do it all over again in this life, Master, please don't create me in the first place."

Ning Zhe murmured, as if he was talking to him, but also as if he was saying to himself, "I don't want to be a substitute anymore..."

A tear fell from the corner of his eye, and his body finally stretched to the limit, and it shattered before the eyes of the high priest, turning into bits of aura.

Huo Chen suddenly spat out a big mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees on the ground, his expression stunned.

With a roar, Chi Yue slammed into the beam of light in a frenzy, his eyes were bloodshot.

Qingluan next to her was in severe pain in her mind, trembling all over from being stimulated by the scene in front of her, and finally remembered the scene where Ning Zhe died in front of her.

This is the second time, he watched Ning Zhe die in front of him but he was powerless!

"If he is really the main god as you said, then he will not die."

The high priest stepped out from the beam of light and looked down at them indifferently.

"He won't die, but Ning Zhe has already been killed by you."

"What's the difference? He is still him after all, but his identity is different." The high priest didn't understand their thoughts.

Huo Chen laughed suddenly, his eyes were sad: "Weishenglian, you won't understand, you will never understand."

Excalibur absorbs the aura transformed by Ning Zhe little by little, and suddenly magnifies it several times, blooming a dazzling brilliance in the air.

A vague and illusory figure slowly appeared from the blade, bound to the sword.

No. 61 stared at the blurred figure and switched on the communication, "The energy of the Excalibur has been converted into data and lost to you. If you let Ning die like this, you know what the consequences will be."

No. 67's voice was cold, "You don't need to worry about it, even if I am smashed to pieces, nothing will happen to him."

After that, he turned off the communication and walked towards the main system.

The main system glanced at him with a smile, "No. 67, I really never thought that you were the one who helped me in the end."

"He spent so much effort to create this system space, I will not let it perish."

"So, you're going to sacrifice his life for such an insignificant thing?"

"Sacrifice?" No. 67 curled his lips coldly and looked at him. "Who told you that he wanted to sacrifice? The main god can only be him. This time is the time for him to be reborn from nirvana."

"I guessed that you wouldn't obediently help me."

The main system chuckled, "But number 67, you don't think I'm so stupid that I didn't prepare anything, do you? As early as the first time I met Ning Zhe, the cup of tea he drank contained the virus. So After a long time, the virus should have spread, and this time he will definitely die."

No. 67 twitched the corners of his lips with a half-smile, "Really, then I'll wait and see."

The virus dropped by the main system in Ning Zhe's body can destroy his sanity and make him obey his orders.

Moreover, this virus is extremely contagious, and it will multiply rapidly when it touches the skin. Even if you are more cautious, it doesn't matter if you don't drink tea.

As long as that cup of tea entered his mouth, he was doomed to escape.

Soon, the figure in the sword slowly melted into reality, and the mist and twilight gradually dissipated, revealing his true face.

The next moment, everyone gasped, their eyes widened in amazement, and they forgot to speak.

The long wind sends snow, and the immortal is unique.

Shining its splendor, noble and captivating.

After this day, if you ask anyone who is worthy of the word "Shangshen", it will only be the one in front of you.

He was born completely different from Ning Zhe who had already died in the sword. If Ning Zhe was still a soft boy who had not grown up, there was still a little softness in his heart.

Then this sword spirit is the god who has gone through thousands of years of worldly affairs, seen all kinds of beings, and stands in the clouds to control everything.

Compared with Ning Zhe's softness, his body is more noble and inviolable, awe-inspiring and cold.

Huo Chen stared blankly at this strange man, his throat was hoarse, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out, "Your Majesty..."

"He's not Ning Zhe." Qingluan's eyes were cold, he clenched his fist tightly, and beat the light wall hard, "He doesn't know us at all!"

Only Chiyue was lying on the light wall in a daze, staring straight at the man with blood-colored eyes, his eyes were crazy, and he kept muttering: "Zhe... Ah Zhe, yes, Ah Zhe... "

The high priest glanced at him thoughtfully, then looked at the strange sword spirit with silver hair and snow clothes, his eyes darkened slightly.

"This is the sword spirit of Excalibur." The main system pursed its lips and smiled, "As expected, it looks just like him, and he is a dignified guy."

He waved at the sword spirit, "Come here."

The breeze blew from a distance, lightly rolled up Sword Spirit's snow-white long robe, and gently blew up his soft silver hair that reached to his ankles. Although he was born as cold as frost, this scene was inexplicably seductive.

He seemed to be aware that someone was calling him, his pale and slender fingertips moved slightly, and his charmingly long eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly opened.

At that moment, it seemed that the world was eclipsed by him, and only a pair of magnificent pupils were left in everyone's minds, which were as deep and beautiful as the sea.

The light in Jian Ling's eyes flowed like water, and his eyes lightly swept over the people in front of him. His expression was as indifferent as ice, and there was nothing in his eyes, as if he had no emotion at all.

"Who, wake me up."

The thin lips were slightly opened, and the voice from the long river of time resounded in everyone's heart.

It is quiet and clear, like melting winter snow and gurgling water.

The main system chuckled, "I summoned you."

The sword spirit's eyes turned and fell on him, with a submissive cold power.

He took a step forward, walked towards the main system barefoot step by step, stood in front of him, lowered his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I want you to do me a favor."

The main system pursed its lips, very confident.

The sword spirit was born ignorant and ignorant, and he has the means to control the sword spirit, so he is not afraid that he will not agree.

Sure enough, Sword Spirit said indifferently: "Tell me."

"I want to invite you," the main system smiled slightly, approaching his unparalleled face, and whispered in a low voice: "I want to invite you to kill yourself."

When Sword Spirit heard the words, Dao Cai's long eyebrows lightly raised, and he stared at him without saying a word.

After a while, he moved.

The fingertips were lifted slightly, and the cold murderous aura lingered around the fingertips, engulfed in a light mist.

The main system was waiting to take a step back, waiting for his blood to splatter on the spot.

However, in the next moment, it was his own heart that was pierced through.

"You, what are you..."

The main system couldn't believe it, staring at him speechless, with blood streaming from his mouth.

This sudden change caught everyone off guard, staring blankly at the blood-stained god in white.

The ice and snow on the river was not as cold as his complexion, and the galaxies were not as bright as his dim eyes.

Even if he just killed a person, it will not damage his glory.

Just because where he stands and what he does is the way of heaven.Thousands of love and hatred in the world, all kinds of crimes, will not stain him.

No. 67 stood behind the main system, staring at this person calmly.

"I miscalculated..." The main system finally thought of him, "What did you do?"

No. 67 did nothing, but had a good time with Ning Zhehuan, and took the opportunity to clear all the viruses in his body.

"Let him go." No. 67 hooked his lips to the sword spirit, and smiled lightly: "This is just a clone of him. It's useless if you kill him. His body is still in the system space. When you were born in this world, your strength is not enough. Weak, unable to compete with him. I have already stored all the power in your body, and when you can control this power in the future, you will naturally be able to use it. At that time, it will not be too late for you to seek revenge from him. "

Jian Ling looked at him with strange eyes, frowned inadvertently, and said in a cold voice, "You talk a lot."

No. 67 was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile, "You have to let me finish your last words."

"I remember you."

The sword spirit's fingertips moved slightly, and the main system in front of him was immediately wiped out, and the blood mist as fine as dust fell down one after another, and the fishy smell was so strong that it was disgusting.

Yun Lan screamed suddenly, a stood unstable kneeling on the ground, holding her head in pain: "Aning ... Don't, let me put me, let me! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..."

He was aging rapidly, his body was gradually shrinking, and wrinkles appeared on his face. After a while, he turned into a screaming old man, and he was still aging, which was extremely terrifying.

The sword spirit didn't give him a look, and just walked past him.

Every time he took a step, a large group of people under the altar screamed in fear.

"I...my body! How old am I!"

"Why is this happening!"

"Help, Lord God, help!"

Countless people knelt down and begged for mercy.

Sword Spirit turned a deaf ear to them and silenced them with a flick of his sleeve.

In the silence, he walked barefoot in front of No. 67, looking at him quietly with blue eyes.

"I remember you, you are the one who betrayed me."