I'm a killer with no emotions

Just when No. 61 wanted to die with the other party, Ning Zhe stretched out his hand and held No. 61's wrist after a long distance.

Number 61 looked up.

When he saw a figure in white clothes, he was stunned for a moment: "Ning Zhe?"

Number 3037 also turned around.

This was the first time he saw Ning Zhe like this.

The main god who controls everything really lives up to his reputation.

Just a light glance made him kneel down and surrender.

"Lu Chen is dead, stop it." Ning Zhe's voice was light.

No. 3037's eyes moved slightly, and he saw the empty main system behind him.

There was something strange in his eyes: "You actually defeated him..."

The strength of the main system is well known in the system space. Although no one has ever seen him make a move, none of the systems dare to disobey his orders.

There is only one reason, he is the main system, controlling the life and death of all systems.

Before coming here, he completely drained the energy of the system space, not even letting go of the system, it was enough energy to destroy everything, even if it was the main god, it would be very difficult to block this blow.

However, looking at the current situation, the man in front of him defuses the full attack of the main system without any effort at all.

How powerful.

Ning Zhe glanced at him, "Ah Jiu was trying to break into the system space in order to save you, and was injured."

No. 3037 looked slightly chilly, bowed to him and quickly walked away.

"You go too." He said to No. 61 without looking back.

No. 61 was sitting on the white jade pillar, with blood on the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, and his glasses had been lost somewhere long ago.

He hooked his lips and smiled weakly, "Let's go? The system space has been destroyed, where are you telling me to go..."

"The system space is no longer necessary, you are free."

After saying that, he flickered slightly and disappeared.

He came to system space.

This place has indeed been destroyed as No. 61 said, because the space barrier is slowly collapsing due to the loss of energy support.

The systems were lying on the ground, life or death unknown.

His original purpose of creating the system was to maintain world order, but after the main system took power, it gradually changed.

The system space has become a proud existence independent of the world. The systems began to destroy the order arbitrarily for their own selfish desires, and even bound the host to do evil things through the host and transfer the punishment of space.

All this has gone against his original intention.

Ning Zhe stood in the system space, watched for a long time, and finally woke up those systems.

As for the space, it was destroyed by his wave.

"From now on, you are no longer a system, and you have no right to interfere with the operation of the world. That's it, let's all go."

"Master Lord God!" Someone called him, "Space is our home, now that the space is destroyed, where do you want us to go!?"

Where to go, Ning Zhe doesn't know.

He doesn't even know where he should go, and how can he know where these systems should go...

In the end, he lowered his long eyelashes, sighed slightly from the bottom of his heart, and walked away without saying anything.

......

Ning Zhe went to Dayue to take a look, and sure enough, Huo Chen and Ning Yan didn't go back.

On Tianqi's side, Qingluan has also been disappearing.

Moyu is a bit better. The former Young Master was brought over by No. 67. At this time, the real Young Master has just left the customs, and I don't know what happened.

With a thought in his mind, Ning Zhe took a step, and then he dodged into the palace of Demon Realm.

"Who is it!" Immediately, the demon clan shouted and came up to capture him.

Ning Zhe tapped with his fingertips, fixed them in place, and walked up the steps.

Sitting on the throne, the young lord stared coldly at the silver-haired man who appeared out of nowhere, and said in a sullen tone, "Who are you?"

Ning Zhe walked in front of him slowly, raised his chin lightly with his fingertips: "A Yue, don't you remember me?"

"You're looking for death!" The young lord hated others touching him the most, frowned and turned his face away, and raised his hand to attack Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe lightly stretched out his hand to block his attack, and grabbed his wrist and cut him behind him, trapping him firmly in his arms.

The young master shrank his pupils: "You..."

Ning Zhe smiled gently, "What?"

"My lord! You thief, let go of your lord!" The people below surrounded him.

Ning Zhe glanced at them.

That look was light and without killing intent, and even a little gentle, but the aura in it was terrifying and astonishing.

Several demon guards were so frightened that their faces were pale and their calves were shaking.

Ning Zhe didn't want to hurt them, so he bent down, leaned into the Young Master's ear, and whispered to him: "A Yue, tell them all to go down."

The young master snorted coldly, "It's a joke, who are you, and why should I listen to you!"

Ning Zhe looked at him indifferently, and exerted a little force on his fingertips, "A Yue, you can either be obedient or die, which one do you choose?"

"I choose you to die!" He shouted angrily, finally broke free, turned around and attacked him.

Ning Zhe didn't dodge or avoid, and looked at him indifferently.

He thought what Lu Chen said was right. Lu Qi was born to be against the Lord. If he wanted him to be obedient and not cause trouble, he had to compromise his pride.

He stretched out his hand to catch the blow of the Young Master, and quickly dodged behind him, but with a single hand knife, he was knocked unconscious.

"Your Highness!"

"What have you done to the Lord!"

"Thief, let go of the Lord!"

The guards below yelled at him fiercely, but the hands holding the weapons were trembling slightly, no one dared to step forward to attack him.

For the demons, the perception of danger is extremely keen, and the handsome silver-haired man in front of him is definitely not a good person.

And most importantly, they knew that he was an enemy, but they couldn't bear the slightest bit of resistance. They even wanted to kneel at his feet and surrender to him!

It's like a kind of awe born in the bones.

Ning Zhe hugged the young lord in his arms, walked through many forbidden soldiers, walked to his bedroom, and put him on the couch.

The young master had a rebellious and foreign face, handsome and charming, but he fell asleep like a child, frowning tightly, fingers clutching the hem of his clothes.

It is exactly the same as the sticky red axe before.

Ning Zhe looked down at him, and something flickered in his blue pupils.

He went out the door.

When I came back, it was already a branch on the moon.

The demon's moon is a blood moon, an ominous red light shone on him, making him look cold and indifferent, like the picturesque noble fairy in the daytime.

The Young Master had already woken up, and was sitting on the couch, watching him approaching with a gloomy expression.

He frowned: "Did you kill someone?"

The smell of blood on this man was so strong that it made one's heart palpitate.

Ning Zhe raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Kill a few disobedient demons under your command."

The Young Master's eyes turned cold, and he stepped forward and grabbed his skirt: "What did you do!?"

Ning Zhe didn't do anything, he just subdued this demon domain again.

The Demon Realm was originally created by him, and there was nothing wrong with him taking back his own things.

As for the few people who were killed, they were traitors who wanted to secretly kill the Young Master and plan to usurp the throne.

But Ning Zhe didn't intend to say too much, he touched the young lord's face, his brows and eyes were gentle: "A Yue, be good, let go."

The young master's fingers were torn apart one by one by him, his clothes were completely stripped off, his hands and ankles were handcuffed with slender silver chains, locked on the four corner bedposts, and locked in his bedroom.

Everything happened so naturally.

As if this had happened before.

The Young Honored Master didn't know how it became like this.

He had just left the customs, and was planning to go to the high priest to avenge his last injury, when he learned that the high priest had died.

Not only the high priest, but also the famous figures such as Dayue and Tianqi all disappeared completely, and some people even said that they died when they saw him.

It's ridiculous, he has been retreating to recuperate!

What about God's resurrection... how is it possible?If God really came back to life, wouldn't the Demon Realm be destroyed long ago?

However, just as the young master scoffed at these news and was about to send troops to attack the human world, suddenly there was such a fiendish god in front of him, and this fiendish god easily deflected his attack.

This silver-haired man who appeared out of nowhere, he couldn't see through his cultivation!

It was the first time for the young master to meet such a powerful person, so strong that as soon as he met him, he knew that this was definitely not someone he could defeat.

This man had no intention of killing him, he just locked him in the bedroom and came to see him every day.

"Who are you?" The Young Master asked him in a cold voice.

"Ning Zhe."

Ning Zhe told him his name.

"Who are you lying to? That is clearly the name of the little emperor Da Yue!"

"It's mine now."

Ning Zhe caressed his face, with a gentle and tolerant expression: "Do you know what's wrong?"

The young master chuckled disdainfully, "Wrong? This deity has never done anything wrong!"

"That's right, at this time, you really haven't done it yet."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips into a smile, touched his brow with his fingertips, and transmitted the memory of him imprisoning himself into his mind.

The Young Master's face changed slightly: "What is this?"

"It was what you did to me. Now I will return it to you. If you admit your mistake, I will let you go, and this demon realm will still be returned to you."

The young master sneered: "What if the deity doesn't admit it?"

Ning Zhe also smiled: "If you don't admit it, you will continue to be imprisoned here."

After he finished speaking, he got up and left without any regrets.

The Young Master's face immediately changed, "Wait!"

Ning Zhe turned to look at him, "What's the matter?"

"You..." The Young Master's expression kept changing, "Where are you going?"

"I don't know." Ning Zhe said truthfully.

"You take the deity out, and the deity can condescend to accompany you."

Ning Zhe looked at him indifferently, with a dignified and indifferent expression, quite sternly: "If you don't admit your mistakes, you won't even think about going out." After speaking, the figure disappeared.

Young Master's eyes were red, with a hint of humiliation.

I don't know how this man did it. He can't use any strength in his body now, he can't break the chain at all, and he can't even get on the bed.

Admitting a mistake?

What a joke, he is a majestic demon, let him bow his head to a person of unknown origin, don't even think about it!

He gritted his teeth and growled: "Ning Zhe, don't let this deity catch you!"

Ning Zhe stood outside listening to his voice, thought about it and left.

For others, he has no obsessions.

General, he has never had the right to hate.

Prime Minister, he doesn't have any extra affection for him.

Qingluan, when this person lost his qin slave, he had already learned enough lessons

As for Ning Yan, Ning Zhe knew that he was too weak to be bullied, so he allowed him to bully him. If he said hate, he would hate himself more.

There was only one young venerable master, and he still couldn't feel relieved.

If he could be made to admit his mistake this time, Ning Zhe would forgive him.

But it looks like it's still early.

He simply found something to do these days.

Ning turned back to the shrine.

The system that knelt a little in front of the gate of the Jingu, and No. 61 is still guarding here, unwilling to leave.

Ning Zhe looked at them quietly, with flat eyes and no emotion.

"Go back." He said softly.

No one speaks.

Since the destruction of the system space that day, these systems have all come to the lower realm, kneeling in the realm of the gods and begging Ning Zhe to take them in.

Ning Zhe never paid any attention to them, and just wanted them to leave on their own.

But many days have passed, and the weather in God's Domain is extremely cold, and there are dangers everywhere. Even if these people are all systems, they will inevitably be injured.

He did not want to see these scenes.

"It was the law of space that bound you in the past, but now the law is no longer there. You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want."

No. 61 hooked her lips: "Nowhere to go, nothing to do."

Ning Zhe turned to look at him: "You were not like this before."

"That's because I haven't met you before." No. 61 pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a smile on his lips, looking like a gentle scum.

He took a step closer to Ning Zhe, clasped the back of his head and pressed against himself, "How about it, anyway, number 67 is gone, do you want to consider me? In terms of appearance and temperament, I am no worse than him."

Ning Zhe raised his long eyelashes, and looked at him with quiet eyes.

Since he became a god, it was the first time someone was so bold and dared to approach him so actively.

No. 61 pursed his lips, and spoke to him slowly, with a low and gentle voice: "You have countless years to live, do you want to stay alone in the shrine for the rest of your life? Can you bear the boundless loneliness?"

Can't help it.

It was because he couldn't bear it that he brought back so many people one after another and let them accompany him.

"No matter which mortal you find, they will die of old age in the end, and you can only watch them leave you and let you suffer alone."

Yes, the original Qin Shen was like this.

That's why he brought out the Weisheng lotus from the lotus pond. Mortals cannot live forever, and only special races can accompany him forever.

No. 61 smiled slightly, staring at his charming and handsome face, "But the system is different. The system is immortal. The main god is immortal, and the energy is immortal. I can always be by your side...Ah Fold, isn't it good?"

"Good."

No. 61 thought he was moved by him and wanted to say something.

The next moment, Ning Zhe gently pushed him away, and said flatly, "But I don't want it."

Forced to take a few steps back, No. 61 watched him leave, "Then what do you want!"

Ning Zhe paused.

what do you want...

He didn't even know what he wanted.

He just felt empty in his heart, nothing.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, sighed in his heart, opened the gate of the temple, and said to the systems behind him: "Come in."

He didn't care whether those systems were going or staying. After returning to the shrine, he went straight to the reincarnation sundial and continued to search for the souls of those people.

He once gave half of his soul to No. 67, and then he committed suicide, lost all his memory and went to the lower realm to become the upper god, and No. 67 followed closely.

But he was afraid of being recognized by the main system, so he divided his soul into seven parts and threw himself into the lower realm.

Six of them were brought into the shrine by him and became servants of the gods, while the remaining one was reincarnated as a witch master and was always hostile to him.

But no matter what, they are one person after all.

Ning Zhe couldn't let it go.

He wanted to find the souls of these people, help them fuse their souls, and reenter reincarnation, but he tried many times, but he couldn't find those people from the sundial of reincarnation.

Although there is a God Realm in this small world, there is no hell, so when the world first opened, human beings were extremely rare, and they were on the verge of extinction.

Ning Zhe couldn't bear it, and created the reincarnation sundial, opening up the way to the underworld, so that all dead souls can be reborn through the reincarnation sundial.

Since then, the human world has gradually prospered.

All living beings will go through the reincarnation sundial after death, but these days I would rather search for a long time, but I can't see them in the slightest.

He remembered what Lu Chen said.

No. 67... really gave him back his soul.

Without the soul, there would naturally be no undead, let alone reincarnation. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find traces of those people.

Ning Zhe stood on the steps, looking up at the snow-white and lonely sky of God's Domain, not knowing what it was like.

Before he fell into a god, he had never been tempted by No. 67.

He never responded to No. 67's affection.

He didn't know why he was willing to commit suicide in order to save No. 67 in the end. If he were to experience this kind of thing again, maybe everything would be different.

But there is no if, what has happened, Ning Zhe did not change his mind.

In the past few days, the young master has settled down, and when he saw him again, he never glared at him again.

Ning Zhe remembered that Chiyue had a cute and soft temperament when he was around him in the past. It must be because of a mistake in his cultivation that he separated such an unruly personality.

"Do you want to go out for a walk today?" Ning Zhe didn't ask him this time if he knew what was wrong.

The Young Master suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, his pale lips moved, as if he couldn't believe it, "You, why are you..."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and smiled, hooking the messy hair on his cheeks behind his ears, "You just need to answer, are you going or not?"

The young master lowered his head, covered his eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "This deity... naturally."

Ning Zhe unshackled him.

He rubbed his wrists, squinting at the silver-haired man in front of him, a stream of air was quietly spreading and accumulating in his body, waiting for the perfect moment to burst out

"A Yue."

Suddenly the man called him.

The young lord was startled, and the accumulated strength suddenly dissipated.

"What, what are you doing..."

Ning Zhe pretended not to see his body trembling suddenly, bent down and approached his face with a dull expression: "You'd better not think about it, otherwise I will lock you into the abyss and make you never see the light of day. "

The Young Master's face darkened, so gloomy that he could almost drip water.

"You should know my tricks, be good." Ning Zhe touched his face, took his hand, and led him out of the palace.

There are many servants waiting outside the palace.

The Young Master took a step back suddenly, raised his sleeves to cover his face, and became angry from embarrassment: "You, what are you doing with so many people here!"

"Don't you like being served?" Ning Zhe looked at him indifferently, "Today. You can play all day."

"Playing... What are you playing!" The Young Master angrily shook off his hand.

Does this person treat him like a child?

"Let them go!"

He was stripped naked by this man and locked in the room, now he was only wearing a thin coat, his hair was disheveled and he was in a state of embarrassment, how could people see him like this!

Ning Zhe looked at him for a moment, but didn't understand what kind of temper he was throwing.

In the past, Chi Yue obeyed his advice, but now his temperament suddenly became cloudy and cloudy, which made him unable to guess what this man wanted to do for a while.

He let all the serving demons go down first, and then came to him, grabbed his wrist, and took his hand off.

Seeing his red eyes, Ning Zhe seemed a little wronged, as if he would cry if he was bullied any more.

"What are you looking at, you go with them too!" He growled at Ning Zhe, and turned around to avoid his sight.

This action of his made Ning Zhe see his red ears.

This... Could it be that you are shy?

Ning Zhe took a look at him, and he was indeed disheveled.

This man has been so indifferent these days, he thought he really didn't care.

For some reason, Ning Zhe wanted to laugh.

He suppressed his laughter and called, "A Yue."

The Young Master was ashamed and annoyed, and didn't want to talk to him.

Ning Zhe had no choice but to take off his outer shirt and put it on for him.

"Do you think this deity will forgive you?" The young master raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly.

Ning Zheyuan wanted to teach him another lesson, but seeing that his ears were still bleeding red, he gave up and led him outside for a walk.

The Demon Realm is still the same Demon Realm, and the palace has not changed.

When all the demons saw him, they would still salute respectfully and call him Lord.

The Young Master looked suspiciously at the silver-haired man beside him.

His hair was long, reaching to his ankles, silver like snow, tied loosely with a piece of white satin.

He was also born handsome, with exquisite facial features as if made in nature, and what is even more rare is that noble and extraordinary temperament. At first glance, he would be mistaken for a god in the clouds, unattainable.

How could he have no impression of such an outstanding man?Where the hell did he come from?

While walking, Ning Zhe suddenly stopped and let go of his hand.

The Young Master felt that he might be sick.

The moment he let go, he actually felt a little empty in his heart.

"doing what?"

He quickly hid his strange eyes and asked him coldly.

Ning Zhe didn't say a word, and leaned over, his breath was cold and gentle.

The young master watched him approaching helplessly, that beautiful face was getting closer and closer to him, and his pale lips almost touched him...

The young master's eyelashes kept trembling, what on earth was he trying to do...

However, Ning Zhe just reached out and picked up a fallen leaf from his shoulder.

Then he took his hand and continued walking.

The Young Master was a little dazed, and was forced to move by him.

He stared at the man's slender figure, feeling increasingly unsure of what he really wanted.

Just because of that memory of captivity abuse?

Is he the boy in memory?

For some reason, as soon as he recalled that memory, the Young Master felt a little bored in his heart.

Obviously he didn't remember that he had done such a thing, but he still felt a dull ache in his heart, like a needle prick.