I'm a killer with no emotions

"Master, who is this child?" The boy stared at the child in white behind him, frowning, a little unhappy.

"His name is Alian."

The man in white smiled lightly and patted his head, "Xuanhe, he didn't understand anything when he first came here, you are a senior brother, you should get along well with him."

The boy named Xuanhe pursed his lips, "But master, you haven't been in Xuanhe's bedroom for a long time."

"Sorry, I've been a little busy recently, so I'll see you in a few days, okay?"

Xuanhe laughed and nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

He waved to the child, "Come here, don't bother the master, I'll show you the way."

The child hid behind the man in white, looked at him timidly, then looked up at the man in white, soft white fingers gently grasping his sleeve, "Master...Master..."

The man in white bent down and touched his soft cheek, "Little Lian, be good, I'll be back soon."

The child blushed and nodded.

"Well, I, I wait...wait for you..."

Since then, beside the man in white who always comes and goes alone, there is a little tail.

When Xiaowei is facing the man in white, he is particularly prone to shyness and blushes, but when facing Xuanhe, he is silent and as cold as a stone.

Xuanhe was so angry that he sued the man in white, accusing him of hypocrisy.

The white-clothed man smiled helplessly, so he had no choice but to say to A-Lian, "Your brother is fragile, you should treat him better."

"Master! I'm not fragile!" Xuanhe blushed and clenched his fists.

A-Lian glanced at the blushing little senior brother, then at the handsome man in white, nodded, "Understood, master, A-Lian will protect senior brother well."

Xuanhe said angrily: "Short wax gourd, who wants your protection!"

Alian glanced at him lightly.

Although he was silent, the contempt in his eyes was extremely clear.

Xuanhe's eyes turned red, "Master, look at him bullying me again!"

The man in white looked at the two of them amusedly, with a gentle expression.

Time flies by.

The child has grown into a young boy with red lips and white teeth, and he still follows the man in white all day long, secretly admiring him.

Xuanhe is no longer a young and crazy boy, he no longer competes with Alian to be jealous, but becomes more and more stable, and gradually becomes the right-hand man of the man in white, often going out with him.

Every time at this time, A-Lian could only watch them leave.

He began to become withdrawn, and his breath became colder and colder.

Xuanhe laughed and said he was jealous.

But A-Lian didn't feel that he was heartless and ruthless, so he wouldn't feel jealous.

He has been with the man in white for a long time, so long that he can't remember the years.

Xuanhe is just an ordinary mortal who has passed away for many years, only him and the man in white are left in the huge shrine.

Although the man in white didn't say anything, Alian could feel that he was getting more and more lonely.

He went to the lower realm and brought back the reincarnated Xuanhe.

After Xuanhe came back, the man in white started laughing again.

Alian likes to see him smile, so even if he doesn't like Xuanhe, he won't hurt him.

Time passed day by day, and Xuanhe became older day by day. On the day he died, Alian saw the man in white shed tears.

The first time he saw him cry, he wanted to hold him in his arms distressedly, but he didn't dare.

After Xuanhe was buried, the man in white began to go out frequently.

The more people in white go out, the more people appear in the shrine.

First there was a man named Huo Chen, then a young man named Chi Yue, then Qing Luan and Ning Yan.

In the end, Xuanhe also came back, this time he is no longer a mortal, and has recovered his previous memories.

The shrine is getting more and more lively.

The new servants are more handsome than the last, and they are very good at pleasing the man in white. They often gather around him and tell all kinds of anecdotes to make him happy.

Alianzhan stood behind them every time, quietly watching the mild and gentle smile on the face of the man in white.

"Why don't you go there?" Xuanhe asked him.

"The master is very happy." He didn't want to disturb the master.

Xuanhe chuckled and patted him on the shoulder: "If you go, he will be happier."

"Will not."

He is lowly, can't speak, and has thorns all over his body. The master won't like him.

There was indifference between Alian's eyebrows and eyes.

Time freezes into a picture, which is imprinted deep in my mind.

......

Memories are picturesque, gone in an instant.

Jian Ling opened his eyes, his eyes were cold and indifferent.

Just now when he looked at the pond of lotus, this inexplicable scene involuntarily appeared in his memory.

The white-clothed man's face was blurry and he couldn't see clearly, but it was just a phantom silhouette, but he was very familiar with it.

Who is he?

Why did this scene make him feel so nostalgic?

In any case, this feeling of being kept in the dark made him very uncomfortable.

The sword spirit raised his long sword and swung it down. In an instant, snow lotuses in a pool fell like rain, turning into residual lotus.

Only then did he put away his sword and walked towards the shrine step by step.

There was a person standing in front of the gate of the Jingu Temple. When he saw him coming, he smiled, "I didn't expect you to be so good-looking before. No. 67 has a good eye."

Silver-haired Xueyi, with a handsome face like a fairy, and a body as cold as ice.

But it's so good to see the extreme.

Every time No. 61 sees him, he will be amazed by him for a moment, and he will be amazed in his heart.

Jian Ling frowned, "When are you going to follow me?"

When he left the human world, this person followed him all the time, which made him very annoyed.

If it wasn't for the man's breath on him, he would have killed him already.

No. 61 chuckled: "Just stop here, don't follow me, I can't get in here."

The sword spirit crossed him and was about to leave, but was suddenly held by his hand.

"Wait, I haven't given you anything yet, why are you running?"

Sword Spirit lowered his head, and saw a foreign object in his palm.

"Don't lose the token of love that No. 67 gave you." No. 61 smiled lowly, picked up his hand, and slowly put the ring on his finger.

"What is the token of love?"

Sword Spirit stared at the thing on his finger, and gradually a familiar feeling welled up in his heart.

——"In short, his ring is worthless!"

Suddenly, an inexplicable sentence appeared in his mind, and the sword spirit was taken aback, "It's worthless..."

No. 61 was puzzled for a moment, "What did you say?"

The sword spirit came back to his senses, looked at him indifferently, withdrew his hand, and walked directly past him into the shrine.

An old voice sounded from mid-air: "Who is here?"

Jian Ling said lightly, "I don't know."

"Why are you here?"

"I don't know."

He just had a vague feeling that something was calling him here.

"Nowhere to come from, no place to return to, everything depends on fate, come in."

With a muffled bang, the gate of the temple opened.

Sword Spirit stepped in.

A vast expanse of white heaven and earth, shrouded in mist, covered by pavilions, towering white jade stone pillars, looks like a fairyland.

It was exactly the same as the scene that appeared in his mind.

Sword Spirit took the first step, and a voice appeared next to his ear.

"The body is a lotus, and it is born in the small end, so it is called the small lotus."

After taking the second step, a scene appeared in front of my eyes.

The young man ran out of the palace crying and hugging him, "Master, please take care of me! Alian hit me again!"

The sword spirit looked down, but the boy had disappeared without a trace.

He paused and took the third step.

This time, the child in his memory appeared beside him, grabbed his sleeve timidly, and said softly, "Master, A-Lian is waiting for you to come back."

The sword spirit looked down at him for a moment, reached out and grabbed his wrist, gently moved it away, and continued to walk forward.

The fourth step is a handsome man in black clothes.

He smiled and called him in a low voice, "Master."

The sword spirit's face was cold, and after every step, a person or a scene appeared in front of his eyes.

Without exception, they all called him master, and treated him respectfully and intimately, as if they had been the closest relationship ever.

Cold sweat dripped from Jian Ling's forehead, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Scenes of familiar memories slowly emerged from his mind.

The scene where he brought those six people back, the scene where he lived with those six people, the scene where he put his six emotions into their bodies, and the scene where he finally fell.

Jian Ling supported his head, his headache was about to split.

Finally he took the last step, couldn't hold on kneeling on the ground anymore, and began to tremble slightly.

"Ning Zhe, do you remember who you are?" A figure appeared in front of him with a gentle smile.

Sword Spirit raised his head, his pale lips trembling.

"Number 67... what is that?"

"It's your past."

Sword Spirit shook his head, lost his mind, "No, it's impossible."

"You lied to me!" With a serious look on his face, he suddenly clenched his sword and stabbed fiercely at No. 67's chest, "You are just like them, you are just a phantom mirror!"

No. 67 did not dodge or dodge, and was stabbed in the heart by his sword, and his figure was shattered.

Sword Spirit clenched his fingers, stood up indifferently, and continued to walk in.

Further forward is a step leading to the temple in the center.

This time, he didn't follow the rules and walked over. He stepped on the Excalibur and flew across the square smoothly.

The thing that called him was in the central temple.

Sword Spirit pushed open the door and walked in.

A huge stone sundial caught his eye.

The pattern on the stone sundial is ancient and mysterious, and the moss is covered with cracks in the stone, so the age cannot be discerned.

Sword Spirit looked down for a moment, then put his hand on it.

"Master is back! Look at how much Ayan's skill has improved today. Ayan has been able to practice in the past few days!" A young man suddenly appeared beside him, looking at him happily.

"Don't spoil people's eyes with your indiscriminate martial arts. You have to ask someone else to see it. The master has no time to talk to you."

The handsome man in black clothes took the boy away with disgust, stood beside the sword spirit, put a big cloak on him, and smiled softly: "Master, you have worked hard."

"Of course the master has worked hard, let the little bird serve the master tonight, okay?" Another green-eyed young man squeezed to the sword spirit's right hand, leaning against him affectionately, his cheeks were slightly red, and he was extremely shy.

"Master, master..." The last boy with red eyes had nowhere to go, he could only kneel behind him alone, bent down and gently wiped the dust and blood off his feet.

Jian Ling stayed where he was in a daze, not knowing what happened for a while.

"Okay, stop making trouble, let the master go to rest first." A man in Tsing Yi with a gentle smile came in from outside the hall and stopped their farce.

Surrounded by them, Sword Spirit was sent into a luxurious palace.

These people were clearly phantoms just now, but they suddenly became real, like real people.

Jian Ling was stunned for a while, and finally recovered after being sent into the palace by them, and was about to leave, when suddenly a soft and waxy child's voice came from behind.

He turned his head, only to see a little boy in snow clothes get out from under the quilt, staring at him eagerly with his big eyes open.

"Owner."

Jian Ling paused, and remembered that this was the child named Alian in his memory just now.

"Master doesn't want A-Lian?" The child climbed down from the bed, ran towards him, and threw himself into his arms.

The sword spirit caught him subconsciously.

The child looked up at him with red eyes, "Master, don't leave anymore, okay?"

Sword Spirit wanted to say it was not good.

He glanced at the child a few times, but didn't speak.

He slept with the child at night.

There was a clear lotus fragrance on the child's body, which smelled very good, and he didn't dislike it.

Ever since he entered the shrine, everything has been weird.

The scene that appeared inexplicably, the person who appeared inexplicably, seemed to be eager to tell him something.

Sword Spirit could have left without caring about these things, but he simply has nothing to do, so he might as well stay and take a look.

With this in mind, he stayed in the shrine for a few days.

There were only him and six other people in the shrine, and every day these people changed their ways to talk to him and stay with him.

However, the strange thing is that Sword Spirit doesn't find it annoying.

But he still didn't like it here, and he wanted to leave.

Unfortunately, this time, he couldn't get out no matter what.

No matter how he walks, he will definitely walk back to the original position in the end.

The sword spirit was angry, and drew the sword to attract thunder, trying to destroy the temple.

However, he tried all kinds of means, but he couldn't damage the temple even a single bit.

He could only walk into the palace where the stone sundial was stored again.

But this time, there was already a man in Tsing Yi inside.

Jianling remembered him, his name was Qin Xuanhe.

"Master, do you remember?" Qin Xuanhe's voice was also very gentle, extremely clear.

"What do you remember?" Sword Spirit asked him.

Qin Xuanhe pursed his lips, smiled, and said nothing.

The sword spirit didn't care about him anymore, went straight to the stone dial, and slashed down with his sword.

The murderous aura was fierce, but the stone dial remained motionless.

Sword Spirit stared at it for a long time, his eyes slightly cold.

All the reasons are caused by it, and if he doesn't understand the secret inside, he won't be able to get out of it.

"When the master remembers, he will naturally go out." Qin Xuanhe said with a faint smile from behind.

"I can't remember." The sword spirit pressed the long sword against his throat, "You tell me."

"I can't say." Qin Xuanhe laughed, "Master must remember it by himself."

The sword spirit looked at him indifferently, put away the sword and left.

Behind him, Qin Shen sighed softly, "Is this okay, I think he's a little unhappy."

A figure faintly appeared beside him, with a smile on his lips, "If he can't remember, he will be even more sad in the future."

Qin Shen glanced at him, "You know again?"

No. 67 pursed her lips and chuckled, "Of course I know."

I know his emotions, his every frown and smile.

Qin Xuanhe sighed softly, "It's hard for you to find us all. In the end, I still can't help you with anything."

No. 67 looked calm, "Helping him remember is the biggest favor you can do."

……

Sword Spirit didn't know what happened inside.

After coming out of the room, he found a person standing outside, it was Chi Yue.

Jian Ling felt that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"Lord, Lord..."

Chi Yue stood in front of him with his head down, stuttering and unable to speak.

No. 67 flashed to his side and reminded him, "Tell him that you made his favorite pastry and invite him to eat it."

Chi Yue raised his head to look at Sword Spirit, his eyes kept dodging, and he opened his mouth, "I, I..."

"I'm dying in a hurry! Go away and let the deity come!"

The young master squeezed his soul down, controlled his body, took a step forward and took the sword spirit's hand, affectionately, "Master, I made your favorite pastry, you..."

It's a pity that the young master hadn't finished speaking before he was slapped away by the sword spirit.

Originally, he didn't have any bad feelings towards Chi Yue, but for some reason, just for a moment, he suddenly felt that this person in front of him was a little disgusting.

"Why!" The Young Master roared unwillingly.

No. 67 sighed, it seems that Ning Zhe still loathes Young Master as always.

The second line declares failure.

On the 67th, the third person was notified to prepare.

So Jian Ling didn't take two steps, and saw a handsome man in disheveled clothes appearing in the gazebo, his whole body was flushed, and he looked at him with winking eyes, "Master..."

Jian Ling didn't stop walking, and left without even giving him a look.

Qingluan: "..."

Depend on!

No. 67 sighed: "You are too useless."

Qingluan gritted her teeth, "Why does Gu have to play the role of a seductive evildoer?"

"No way, you used to be this persona."

Qingluan sneered, "You'd better make sure what you said is true!"

He didn't have time to break up with No. 67, so he raised the hem of the bright red skirt and chased after the sword spirit, "Master... can you take care of me..."

With a "click", the door of the temple was closed in front of his eyes.

Qingluan's face turned pale for a while, especially when there were two people watching his jokes.

He didn't give up, and in the middle of the night he sneaked into the palace again, got into the bed of Sword Spirit, and wrapped his body around him like a water snake: "Master, I..."

Qingluan's voice paused suddenly, and he found that the long sword in Jianling's hand was pressing against his throat.

His voice trembled slightly, "Master... don't... be alone..."

Sword Spirit's voice was indifferent: "Get lost."

Qingluan left dejectedly.

"It's finally here." Huo Chen pursed his lips, straightened his clothes, and strode into the palace.

He was not kicked out, but the next day, everyone saw that his eyes were black and blue.

Qingluan's expression turned pale immediately, "What did you do with him last night!"

Huo Chen remembered what happened last night, and sighed, "Wipe the sword."

"......what?"

"The general praised his sword for its beauty, so he asked the general to polish it for him all night."

The Young Master was stunned for a moment, and laughed without hesitation.

Ning Yan was silent for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice, "I will try it."

Everyone was silent.

Indeed, Ning Yan is different in Ning Zhe's heart, maybe he can succeed.

Even number 67 thinks so.

Soon after, however, the Ningyan line also failed.

Because this girl actually tricked Jian Ling with sweet words, and then planned to have a bridal chamber with Jian Ling directly!

No. 67 drove him away without waiting for the sword spirit to make a move, almost killing him directly.

He looked at the sword spirit in his sleep and sighed softly.

The ring that he asked No. 61 to help store a trace of his soul. With the help of the power of the shrine, he can appear for a short time. If this person does not recover his memory...

In the evening, several men get together.

"If you weren't too incompetent, how could you have become like this." The Young Master sneered.

No. 67 looked calm, "Please pay attention to the wording, I am you, you are me, you should say that you are too incompetent."

Huo Chen frowned: "Since we're all here, why don't you just let him recover his strength?"

"No, that would be risky." No. 67 shook his head.

Qingluan pinched the hem of her red skirt in disgust, her red lips were seductive: "I still don't believe that I was such a guy in my previous life!"

Qin Xuanhe smiled, "There is no need to doubt, you are indeed this kind of guy."

"you……"

Seeing that several people were about to fight, the High Priest said indifferently: "You just believe this? That man has nothing to prove. He said that the sword spirit is a god. Where is the evidence?"

No. 67 looked at him with a smile and sharp eyes, "What evidence do you want?"

The high priest was silent.

"Tomorrow is your time to approach him. If you want evidence, go find it yourself."

The next day, as soon as Jian Ling opened his eyes, he saw a little boy with black hair, red lips and white teeth in snow clothes beside him.

"Master." The child called him blankly.

Sword Spirit also stared at him expressionlessly.

The two stayed like this for a long time in silence.

"Can he do it?" The Young Master stood in front of the window and watched the scene inside, frowning.

No. 67 blocked him back with one sentence: "People who can't even get close to Ning are not qualified to speak."

The high priest in the room has slowly slid into the arms of the sword spirit.

He stretched out his small hand towards the sword spirit, "Master, hug me."

Jian Ling pushed him away without saying a word.

The high priest fell to the ground, got up again, and slipped into his arms, "Master, hold me."

Jian Ling frowned, pinched his soft face, and said coldly: "If you dare to touch me again, I will break your leg."

He then left the palace.

Not long after, the High Priest walked out with short legs and said with a cold expression on his face, "It failed."

No. 67 looked at his short figure and wanted to laugh.

The high priest gave him a cold look.

No. 67 sighed: "I'll try it."

In fact, he didn't have much hope, after all, even the six servants had failed.

When Ning Zhe became a god, he didn't have much contact with him. In order to attract his attention, he had been reincarnated and became a witch master who was hostile to him.

For Ning Zhe, hating him should be more than liking him.

He thought so, but he didn't expect that when he found Ning Zhe, that person was kneeling on the ground, panting with his head in pain.

It seems that he is no longer needed.

No. 67's eyes softened a little.

"Are these... true?" Sword Spirit's voice trembled, appearing a little fragile.

"It's true." No. 67 walked behind.

"how about you?"

"The system is an energy body. The moment my energy disappears, it no longer exists."

Sword Spirit, or Ning Zhe couldn't accept it, his lips trembled, and his eyes were indescribably painful.

No. 67 knelt down and hugged him into his arms, kissing his forehead, "Good boy."

Ning Zhe's fingers trembled, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

He rushed over suddenly, hugged No. 67 and cried loudly, "Why! Why!"

Why not tell him sooner.

Why tell him the truth when he has given up all hope.

Why let him suffer so much grievance for no reason.

Why didn't he show up earlier, why when he remembered everything, this person was already dying.

No. 67 smiled, "Are you stupid, if I told you earlier, how could I bully you?"

Ning Zhe burst into tears.

He didn't know why he was crying, it was just a dull pain in his heart, and the tears couldn't stop flowing.

No. 67 sighed, picked him up, and walked into the shrine.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the shrine is still the same as before, spotless.

No. 67 carried him to the bed, leaned over, and whispered in his ear: "Master, let me teach you how to do more comfortable things, okay?"

Ning Zhe closed his eyes and wept.

Tears made that handsome and cold face even more fragile.

No. 67 kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes, took off the thin clothes on his body, and dropped lingering kisses on his body.

While his desire was sinking, he heard many people calling him, master.

There is Ningyan, there is Huo Chen, there is Qingluan... Those men who once abandoned him like a shoe now hold him in their palms and worship him like a god.

The curtain is lightly covered, covering the room with spring light.

When Ning Zhe woke up again, everyone around him had disappeared.

He walked to the bronze mirror and glanced at the center of his eyebrows.

A faint silver imprint was reflected on his forehead, noble and eye-catching.

That is the unique divine seal on the body of Shangshen.