I'm a killer with no emotions

No. 67 looked directly at him for a moment, then suddenly closed his eyes and smiled, "That's right, I betrayed you."

Jian Ling's eyes turned cold, and suddenly he stretched out his hand and strangled him by the throat, "Then you go die too."

"That won't work."

No. 67 dodges his hand, walks directly behind him, wraps his arms around his waist, presses his warm chest against his back, and chuckles softly in his ear, "If you kill me, will you be killed later?" Sad."

Sword Spirit was embraced by him, a bit of anger grew in his beautiful eyes, and he immediately started to attack him.

His current strength is extraordinary, and No. 67 was injured again, and he was no match for him for a while, and was beaten and fled in all directions, almost dying.

The sword spirit showed no mercy, and ice blades formed from his fingertips, quickly piercing into his heart.

No. 67 couldn't dodge in time, and was stabbed straight on. A flower of blood exploded on his chest immediately, and his body shook slightly.

As soon as Jian Ling's eyes moved, he wanted to wipe him out.

No. 67 was startled, and immediately disappeared from sight.

He had no choice but to use the energy stored in his body to narrowly escape, otherwise he would have disappeared without a trace like the incarnation of the main system.

He didn't expect that after Ning Zhe became a sword spirit, his temperament would change so much.

Failed.

The sword spirit is still looking for him here.

No. 67 sighed softly, quietly landed behind him, and surrounded him suddenly.

The sword spirit was about to struggle immediately, No. 67 was touched by the wound, took a breath in pain, and immediately shouted: "Don't stop, my wound is open, don't move!"

Jian Ling was stunned, and when he heard the phrase "the wound is open", he suddenly stopped moving.

No. 67 noticed it, and couldn't help laughing, his voice suddenly softened, "Hey, don't move..."

The sword spirit was really held in his arms quietly, and did not move.

He covered Sword Spirit's eyes from the back with one hand, "Didn't you say you wanted to watch cartoons before, I'll show you, okay?"

A screen appeared out of thin air in front of the dark eyes, on which a few anthropomorphic lambs were frolicking on the grassland, showing a bit childish.

Sword Spirit paused, staring at the screen, unable to recover.

No. 67 glanced at the struggling people below, touched his long snow-white hair, and lowered his voice to lure him: "Hey, let them go, they didn't harm you."

Sword Spirit turned his head to look at him, there was no wave in his eyes.

He didn't know why he listened to this man.

It's just that there is a voice in his heart telling him not to hurt this person.

After a while, Jian Ling moved his fingertips and lifted the punishment imposed on those people.

No. 67 laughed lowly, touched his snow-white ear tips, "Good boy."

Good boy, who are you talking about?

Is that him?

Sword Spirit was a little puzzled.

There was an inexplicable emotion in his heart, like a sugar bowl spilled on his heart, a little sweet and greasy feeling.

No. 67 couldn't stand his soft and cute expression.

It would be fine if it was in the past, but now he puts on that person's face, but shows such an ignorant look, it is too tempting to commit a crime.

No. 67's breathing became slightly hot, and the restlessness in his heart even made him forget the severe pain in his body.

He held Sword Spirit on his shoulders, turned him around, clasped the back of his head with one hand, and pressed his waist with the other, murmuring: "Don't tempt me..." At the same time, he bowed his head and kissed him deeply. kissed his pale lips.

There is a shallow vein of brilliance flowing around them, and strands of silvery white light extend from the body of No. 67, gently penetrating into the body of the sword spirit.

Sword Spirit immediately sensed that this man was sending energy to him.

As the light gathered more and more, the body of No. 67 gradually began to become transparent.

The sword spirit is just beginning to have a godhead, not enough power, not a complete main god. To truly become a god, it needs an unimaginable huge power.

When the Lord God died, he gave him his remaining power, and now it's time to return it.

No. 67 drew the energy in his body little by little and transmitted it over.

Jian Ling looked at the man who closed his eyes and kissed him blankly, not understanding why he was crying.

His tears dripped onto Sword Spirit's face, making him feel a biting cold.

"Ning Zhe..."

No. 67 let go of him, caressing his face with his palm, his eyes were full of reluctance, and there were many complex emotions that the sword spirit couldn't understand.

With an indifferent face, he said, "My name is Sword Spirit, not Ning Zhe."

No. 67 let out a low laugh helplessly, and lightly rested his forehead on his shoulder, "I really don't understand the style..."

In the end, he didn't get a word of love from this person.

In the dazzling light, the figure of No. 67 was so transparent that it was almost invisible.

Sword Spirit stretched out his hand and tapped his face lightly.

"Clap" sound.

The transparent phantom shattered into bits of aura, which scattered everywhere.

The man who kissed him was gone.

The sheep are gone.

For some reason, Sword Spirit felt a little hollow in his heart.

He doesn't yet understand human emotion, a feeling called loss.

But when the person in the way is gone, he can take revenge

Sword Spirit was going to find the person who tried to control him just now, but before he had walked a few steps, a person suddenly appeared in front of him blocking his way.

Sword Spirit didn't know him, and said indifferently: "Get out of the way."

The high priest stepped forward, tapped his forehead lightly with his fingertips, and frowned slightly, "Sure enough, you are not."

He looked at Lin Yunlan, who had passed out, and lifted his body up with the wind. At the same time, he suddenly attacked the sword spirit, trying to kill him and take his godhead to Yunlan.

Sword Spirit didn't want to do anything at first, but he still remembered what the man who kissed him told him to let these people go.

But if these people act first, he will not sit still.

The Excalibur fell from the beam of light and flew towards him.

The sword spirit held up the divine sword and swiped it with his hand. The sword shadow suddenly rose, and the high priest was forced back a few steps, spitting blood and kneeling on the ground.

He walked up to this person, stretched out his hand to grab his throat, and raised it lightly in the air, "Why did you kill me?"

The high priest frowned, not understanding how this man could be so powerful all of a sudden.

He remembered the actions of that person named No. 67 just now, and frowned.

That person... Could it be that he gave all his energy to this sword spirit?

He stared at the man in front of him who looked completely different from Ning Zhe, and said coldly, "You are a monster, so you will naturally kill him."

Without saying a word, the sword spirit pierced his heart with a sword and threw him into the distance.

He didn't like this guy calling him a monster.

He likes the man who just touched his face and said "be good" to him.

He walked out of the light curtain, and saw a large group of black people kneeling underneath, and three strange men were standing not far away, looking at him with complicated eyes.

He glanced at it and said, "I want to leave, but you also want to stop?"

Huo Chen didn't know what he wanted to say.

He was standing here just now and saw this man kill the high priest without hesitation.

This man is no longer his little emperor.

He knelt on the ground weakly, his eyes lost sight.

Qingluan didn't believe that it was the sword spirit in front of him that swallowed Ning Zhe, so he quickly walked up to him, grabbed his hem, gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly: "Ning Zhe! Damn it, where did you get him!?"

Even Chiyue walked up to him step by step in a dumb manner, carefully holding the hem of his shirt, and calling him in a low voice: "Azhe."

Sword Spirit is very strange.

Who is Ning Zhe, and why do these people care so much about this person?Even the man who kissed him just now, they all mentioned the name Ning Zhe.

Who is Ning Zhe?

Sword Spirit read the name softly, as if he was about to remember something.

However, in the next moment, his head suddenly hurt violently, as if he had encountered some taboo that could not be touched.

Under the severe pain, a violent killing intent surged from the bottom of his heart, and quickly swallowed up his remaining sliver of reason.

The sword spirit is born from the sword. The sword spirit does not care about good or evil. One thought can be righteous, and one thought can be evil.

His every move affects Excalibur itself.

At this moment, the divine sword in his hand felt his emotions, and suddenly burst out with an earth-shattering aura, violently shaking the three people around him away.

Huo Chen was already weak, but this blow hurt his foundation even more. He spat out a big mouthful of blood, and his internal organs were displaced in pain.

He raised his hand with difficulty and stretched out towards the sword spirit, and suddenly the shadow of the former little emperor appeared in front of his eyes.

"emperor......"

At this moment, Huo Chen finally understood how naive everything he had imagined before was.

He always knew that he had hurt Ning Zhe, and when he realized it later, he thought that he would make it up to him in the future, be with him forever, and spend his whole life to atone for his sins.

It's a pity that the sins that have been cast will not be erased so easily.

That man does not appreciate his compensation and atonement.

Perhaps God's greatest punishment for him is to make him lose that person forever.

"Your Majesty..." Don't leave the minister behind, okay...

He desperately stretched out his hand, trying to grab the boy's hand, but the boy had gone farther and farther, to the end, no matter how hard he chased him, he couldn't find him anymore.

Huo Chen closed his eyes slightly, his consciousness gradually fainted, and he finally fell to the ground.

Qingluan's condition was a little better than him, and he didn't pass out immediately.

He got up from the ground and was about to attack the sword spirit.

Jian Ling raised the long sword in his hand, pointed it at his heart, and said indifferently: "If you don't want to die, get out of the way."

Qingluan raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Gu has never tasted death in this life. If you have the ability, then take Gu's life. If you don't, don't blame Gu for killing you to avenge Ning Zhe !"

When he raised his hand, an attack came, and the sword spirit easily blocked it with his long sword. The next moment, he saw that he had already flashed in front of his eyes, and the sharp blade at his fingertips was heading straight for his throat.

The sword spirit was not in a hurry, and didn't even dodge.

Qingluan's sharp blade slashed across his neck fiercely, he thought he would see blood splattered everywhere, but nothing happened.

The sword spirit in front of him shook a few times, and his figure immediately dissipated.

Qingluan's pupils shrank slightly, and at almost the same moment, he immediately noticed a person appeared behind him.

The sword spirit is invisible, but it is transformed into a phantom. Even if he attacks the sword spirit, it cannot cause the slightest damage to him!

Qingluan suddenly realized this, but it was too late.

The sharp sword let out a groan, and it was already in his throat, piercing into the skin.

Are you here yet?

Qingluan suddenly realized that he was going to die soon.

It's ridiculous that he has boasted himself to be a strong man all his life, but not only can't protect his sweetheart, but now he can't even avenge him!

At the beginning, Ning Zhe hated him so much, but if he saw this scene now, he might feel happy.

Qingluan pursed her lips and smiled sadly, waiting for the sword spirit to strike him the last time.

However, the expected relief never came.

He opened his eyes, but saw Chi Yue was kneeling on the ground, grabbing the corner of Jian Ling's clothes, staring at him with blood-colored pupils without blinking, and said stupidly: "Zhou... Ah Zhe... don't..."

Qingluan was startled slightly.

He has always avoided contact with Chi Yue.

Because he hates this man.

If it wasn't for this person back then, he wouldn't have been betrayed by his clansmen, thrown into the abyss, and endured so much pain.

They are brothers and enemies.

Ever since he knew that Chi Yue was stupid, he never looked at him directly again.

But I didn't expect to be saved by this person now.

The sword spirit was held by the red ax and couldn't move, he couldn't help frowning, and cut the sword on the heart of the red axe, the scar was deep enough to show the bone, "Get out of the way."

Chi Yue looked up at him, obviously the evil eyes were blood red, but they appeared innocent and transparent on him, reflecting people's hearts like glazed gems.

He hugged Sword Spirit's legs, "Azhe...don't, kill...Azhe, yes, sad..."

As he spoke, a tear rolled out of his red pupils.

The sword spirit looked down at him for a moment, and then glanced at the strange man in his hands. For some reason, a dull emotion suddenly surged in his heart, his body seemed to be wrapped in layers of thick cloth, uncomfortable can not breathe.

A voice kept saying to him from the bottom of his heart, let them go.

A ray of light flashed through his mind, and some memory fragments suddenly emerged from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Jian Ling's pupils shrank, his feet swayed, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, he took a few steps back unsteadily, and shook his head in pain.

Just those memories are...

Qingluan touched his neck with a light bloodstain, and turned to look at him, "If you don't kill Gu today, Gu Gu will kill you tomorrow without a place to bury you."

Sword Spirit closed his eyes and said lightly: "Get out of the way."

Without saying a word, he picked up the Excalibur and left across Qingluan.

With a flash of his figure, the light curtain disappeared along with him.

The people below were silent for a long time, and suddenly cheered.

The magic sword disappeared!They were rescued!

Ordinary people can't see the twists and turns. In their eyes, after the boy sacrificed, the God appeared and suppressed the sword and saved the common people.

In their eyes, the sword spirit is their savior and their god.

Everyone rejoiced and celebrated the survivors.

Only the little emperor who was stimulated by this scene suddenly lacked strength and fell to the ground with a look of despair.

He remembered.

He finally remembered his identity.

Ning Xuan.

He is not some little emperor of Dayue, not Ning Zhe, his name is Ning Xuan, and he is Ning Zhe's younger brother.

The little emperor hugged his head and suddenly roared in pain.

What did he do to that man!

The guard on the side was taken aback by him, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

"Go quickly..."

The guard was taken aback, "What did you say?"

The little emperor suddenly raised his head, grabbed his skirt, and stared with terror in his eyes, "I told you to go quickly! Find him, get him back!"

The guard was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, "Look, look for... Who are you looking for?"

"Ning Zhe!"

......

At the same time in the system space.

3037 is unbinding No. 59 in the room of the main system.

No. 59 was silent for a moment, "You don't need to save me, I betrayed you."

No. 3037 had a calm face, "What did senior say, I said that I will go wherever senior goes. If this is what senior wants to do, I will just help senior. There is no such thing as betrayal."

No. 59 glanced at him, not knowing what to say.

"You don't need to do this. You have such great potential. Stay in the system space honestly and don't get involved in this matter. You will have a bright future in the future."

3037 was silent for a moment, then untied the rope, walked up to him and knelt down, looked up at the man in front of him, and said indifferently: "The future is boundless, not as good as senior."

No. 59 was caught off guard by his sudden love words, his eyes widened in surprise, "You, why are you..."

3037 frowned.

The seniors were so surprised.

It seems that it is still too early to say.

No. 3037 calmly changed the subject, "Let's not talk about that, the main system is fighting with senior No. 67 at this time, I will take you out first."

No. 59 was lifted up by him, and while slowly moving out, he asked, "How's the situation outside?"

"Don't worry, everything is proceeding according to Lord No. 67's plan. After Lord Ning Zhe becomes a sword spirit, someone will take her to the shrine to perform the ritual of transforming into a god. When the time comes..."

"At that time, he will become the real main god and come back to kill me, right?"

Suddenly, a laugh came from outside the door.

No. 59 froze and looked up in horror.

I saw the main system standing at the door, with a gentle smile on his handsome face, looking at the two of them kindly.

"How could you..."

"Why am I here, does Ah Jiu want to ask that?" The main system looked at him with a smile.

"It is also thanks to your friend that I was seriously injured, and even the avatar that I finally made was gone."

The main system shook his head, "So I can only come back, but I didn't expect to encounter this unpleasant thing as soon as I came back."

He frowned, his expression seemed a little sad, "Ah Jiu, are you leaving me again? The punishment you received last time was not enough, do you want to taste it again?"

When No. 59 heard his words, his whole body began to tremble, and every wound on his body that hadn't healed screamed with fear.

He couldn't help gripping the sleeve of No. 3037 tightly.

No. 3037 held his hand, took two steps forward and blocked him behind, still looking extremely calm.

"Senior, don't be afraid, I will protect the senior."

The main system's eyes fell on him, and it couldn't help being amused, "You? You are a small system, I'm afraid you can't even get close to me, so what can you do?"

No. 3037 said: "No. 61 temporarily defected, your avatar has been damaged, and your strength has been greatly damaged in a short period of time. If you cannot go to the lower realm, you will certainly not be able to stop Ning Zhe."

"So what? There are systems in the system space that work for me."

"But they can't enter the shrine." No. 3037 hit the nail on the head.

The expression of the main system changed, he was indeed right.

The Shrine only recognizes people from the God Realm, and their systems would be rejected, otherwise he would have let Yun Lan pass by long ago, and it wouldn't have dragged on until now.

"If you still want Yunlan to become the main god, I have a solution."

"Say."

"You released Senior No. 59 first, and I will stay."

"How do I know if what you said is true or not?" The main system narrowed its eyes and looked at him.

"You can only trust me." No. 3037's eyes were calm, as if nothing could make him panic.

The main system stared at him coldly, his eyes dimmed. A moment later, a smile appeared on the corners of his lips, and he walked to No. 59, bent down and stroked his face, "Ah Jiu, you go out to play for a few days first, I'll pick you up later, okay?"

For him, No. 59 is his property. Even if he releases No. 59 now, this person will obediently beg on his knees to come back in the future.

No. 59's teeth trembled, and he was so frightened that he couldn't speak at all.

"Senior, don't be afraid."

No. 3730 turned around to block the main system, wrapped him in his arms, and patted his head lightly, "With me here, I won't let senior suffer those grievances again."

"No, number 67 is so hard...you can't..."

No. 3037 stretched out a finger, and gently placed it on his cold lips, his calm eyes were deep and gentle, "Trust me."

In the end, No. 59 left the system space alone, while No. 3037 stayed behind.

The main system narrowed its eyes and looked at the thin figure of No. 59, and chuckled softly, "3037, you better not lie to me."

"You're joking. I have monitored the plan for No. 67 the whole time. Now that I have said it, I will not break my promise."

"Then tell me, what are you going to do?"

No. 3037 glanced at him, "Have you forgotten, besides the main god and Qisu, there is another person who can enter the shrine."

......

Dai Viet Palace.

The little emperor, perhaps called Ning Xuan at this moment, was staring coldly at the hidden guards below: "No one was found?"

"Sir Shangshen appears and disappears like a ghost, and his subordinates and other mortals are out of reach. It is simply...unable to track..."

Ning Xuan held his forehead and took a deep breath, then suddenly shouted angrily: "Trash!"

Sitting weakly on the ground, he waved at these people, "Get out, get out!"

When everyone was gone, he hugged his head and slammed it hard against the wall.

Where... Where is that person going?

At this moment, someone came in from the outside and bowed to report: "Your Majesty, General Huo and the High Priest have woken up."

Ning Xuan frowned, "God didn't kill them?"

It's a pity, he might as well go and make up for it.

He waved his hand and said impatiently: "Wake up when you wake up, I don't care about them, don't bother me, get out!"

The servant hesitated for a moment, wondering: "But Your Majesty, the High Priest asked me to bring you a sentence."

Ning Xuan frowned, "Say."

"The high priest asked the servant to tell you that the person is in the shrine."

......

At this moment, God's Domain.

A handsome man with silver hair in a snow suit was standing in front of the gate of the shrine, staring indifferently at a pool of swaying snow lotus in front of him.