I'm a killer with no emotions

In early spring and March, the grass grows and the warblers fly.

There are a few swallow kites floating in the blue sky outside the courtyard, and the laughter of a few children outside can be faintly heard, lively and lively.

so good.

Qin Shen sighed softly in his heart, leaned on the window and looked out expectantly.

"My lord, it's time, you should go back and read." Uncle Zhuang appeared in front of the window with a kind and gentle voice.

"Uncle Zhuang." Qin Shen blinked his big eyes, staring at him with black eyes as clear as obsidian, "Can I really not go out and play with my younger brothers?"

"My lord, you have practiced calligraphy banned in the family without authorization, and the master is very angry."

"But I've never gone out." Qin Shen had a serious face, he didn't understand.

Why can the younger brothers play outside, but not him?

Uncle Zhuang looked distressed, sighed, and slowly closed the window.

"When the young master grows up, he will naturally understand."

Uncle Zhuang left again.

Qin Shen was left alone in the dark room.

The scattered sunlight came in sparsely through the cracks in the window, and fell mottled on the ground, but it just couldn't reach him.

Ever since he could remember, Qin Shen had been locked here alone.

The only person he can see every day is Uncle Zhuang, and he can only fall asleep with a room full of books every night.

He wanted to go out to fly a kite like his brothers and sisters, but his father never allowed him to step out of the house.

Qin Shen always felt that his father looked at him with fear, not as if he was looking at his own son, but as if he was looking at some monster.

"boom--"

With a sound, something rushed in through the window and hit him directly on the head.

"Well......"

Qin Shen fell to the ground from the blow, a red and swollen bump appeared on his forehead, he groaned in pain, his voice tinged with tears.

"It's over, did we hit Big Brother?"

"What big brother, it's just a murderous little monster, hurry up, he's going to come out and kill people later!"

"But the kite..."

"Don't worry about it, let's go..."

Several children pushed and shoved away.

Qin Shen rubbed his red eyes, got up from the ground, picked up the half-broken kite, looked at the broken window, couldn't help pursing his lips, his eyes felt a little lonely.

He is only a few years old now, wearing a snow-white Confucian robe neatly on his body, he is still a little big, and the little Douding with red lips and white teeth looks really pitiful and cute.

Ning Zhe looked at it for a while, and finally said: "Want to go out to play?"

Qin Shen was taken aback, stood up abruptly, looked around vigilantly, and said in a childish voice, "Who... who is talking?"

Ning Zhe withdrew his invisibility technique and appeared in front of him.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him, startling Qin Shen, he stepped back a few steps, and almost fell to the ground again.

Ning Zhe was a little funny, stretched out one hand gently, picked up his back collar from the air, lifted him up, let him float in mid-air and was at eye level with him, "What are you afraid of, I won't eat you again .”

Qin Shen's eyes widened, he looked at his feet hanging in the air, and then at Ning Zhe, "You, do you know fairy arts?"

Ning Zhe frowned, "Yes."

Qin Shen's eyes widened, "Then are you a god?"

"That's it."

Ning Zhe didn't know why he talked so much, pinched his soft face: "Do you still want to go out?"

Qin Shen's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed again.

"Daddy won't let me go out."

Ning Zhe reached out and hugged him in his arms, "It's okay, I will take you out quietly, so no one will find out."

He took the broken little kite, led little Qin Shen, and left the Qin mansion to the riverside in the suburbs of Beijing.

A peach blossom grove was planted on the mountain in the suburbs of Beijing. When Ning Zhe arrived, a poetry reciting meeting was being held here, which was much more lively than Qin Shen's small courtyard.

It was the first time for Qin Shen to see so many people, his pupils were shining brightly, but his face was very reserved, he was holding Ning Zhe's sleeve tightly, breathing so nervously that he trembled.

"Come on, let's fly a kite too."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and smiled, held his hand, took him to find a hillside with fewer people, repaired the broken kite, and put it in the sky.

"Look, Immortal, the kite is flying!"

Qin Shen was happy for a while, but forgot to be prudent.

Ning Zhe looked at him with a smile on his brows and eyes, his handsome face was like a god, and the dust was like snow, making people dizzy.

Qin Shen's ears turned red, he lowered his head, a little shy.

Ning folded closer to his soft, white and tender face, breathing with a cool breath.

"Immortal, Immortal, what are you going to do..."

Qin Shen clenched his small fists, swallowed his saliva, and stared at him nervously.

"Shh...don't move...close your eyes."

Ning Zhe's lips touched his face.

Qin Shen's eyelashes flicked violently, and he closed his eyes trembling.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a feather-light touch on his lips, causing a tingling itch.

He wanted to ask, Immortal, what are you doing.

But in the next moment, there was a sudden sharp stabbing pain in his mind, which made him tremble all over, screamed in pain, and suddenly opened his eyes, "It hurts...it hurts!"

Immortal held him in his arms, patted him on the back, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Xuanhe, I'm sorry."

Qin Shen didn't know what happened, curled up in his arms trembling, and broke out in cold sweat.

However, he did not forget to hold Ning Zhe's skirt, and asked him in a daze with trembling lips: "Xuanhe... who is it?"

Ning Zhe laughed and kissed the tip of his nose, "Idiot, it's you."

Why did he kiss him again...

Qin Shen was a little embarrassed, a small smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his eyes gradually fell into darkness.

When he woke up, he was on his own bed.

The fairy is gone, and so is the kite.

Qin Shen sat on the couch in a daze, staring blankly at the intact paper window.

"Uncle Zhuang, when did you fix this window?"

"Master, are you confused? This window has always been good."

Qin Shen couldn't believe it.

"Brother, didn't they fly a kite?"

Uncle Zhuang laughed, "It seems that the young master is really sleepy, what kind of kite is flying now in the cold winter?"

Qin Shen didn't believe it, and ran barefoot to open the window.

The heavy snow mixed with the cold wind blowing in, chilling the bones.

He opened his eyes wide, took two steps back, and fell to his knees on the ground.

Uncle Zhuang felt that the young master was a little strange today, "What's wrong with you?"

Qin Shen lost his eyesight and opened his mouth, "I... had a dream..."

Because I was too lonely, I had an illusory dream.

......

"It's so pitiful, you just took away his spirit and left him alone?" No. 61 looked at the man beside him.

Ning Zheyao looked at the lonely child locked in the small courtyard, and said in a calm voice, "He has his own destiny."

"His fate is not yours."

Ning Zhe shook his head, not wanting to say anything.

"Come on, go to the next place."

He accepted No. 61's opinion, went back in time through time, extracted a ray of spirit from those people, and helped them rebirth.

However, time cannot be turned back easily, especially since he is still the main god.

To do so is to kill oneself.

He didn't have much time, even if he wanted to grow up with Qin Shen, he was powerless.

The next closest one is Huo Chen.

Huo Chen was not easy to get close to when he was a child, Ning Zhe moved the time forward a little, until he became an adult.

But he didn't control it well, the time was over, and after he was wiped out all over the house.

No. 61 was silent for a moment, and laughed unceremoniously.

At this time, Huo Chen was full of hatred and stern, almost killing anyone who approached him.

"Master Lord God will really choose the right time."

He walked to Ning Zhe's side, reached out and gently hugged his waist, not forgetting to tease him, "My lord, please, I'll help you correct the time, how about it?"

Ning Zhe glanced sideways and gave him a light look.

Obviously without any words, No. 61 felt an irresistible force pressing down on him.

He bent his knees and was forced to kneel in front of Ning Zhe, hunched over and unable to lift his head, dripping with cold sweat.

Ning Zhe bent down and raised his chin, his eyebrows were cold: "Next time you dare to touch me casually, you won't want your life."

He pinched No. 61's jaw, shook him away, and walked straight into the cave where Huo Chen was.

Almost the moment he walked in, a dark dart was shot towards the door in front of him.

Ning Zhe tilted his head slightly, caught the dark dart with his fingertips, and with a light pinch, it turned into powder.

"Who?"

A gloomy and hoarse voice came out from the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, with a bone-piercing chill and murderous aura.

"I."

Ning Zhe walked in unhurriedly and stood in front of him.

He was dressed in white, dignified and cold like a mountain lotus, illuminating this cramped and dark cave in a glimmer of snow.

Huo Chen stared at him deeply, his stern face was tense, and hatred was deep in his eyes.

He was alone in the cave.

All the soldiers he led were killed.

Lin Li fled with the only remaining troops, and Huo Chen stayed alone.

Thousands of troops and horses were beheaded by him by the sword, but he was also seriously injured. At this time, his body was full of scars left by swords and arrows.

Blood soaked his clothes, dripping from the corners of his clothes, and the ground was bright red.

If the blood was allowed to stay like this, it would take less than half a day for him to bleed to death.

"Who are you."

He asked Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe naturally wouldn't tell him his name, "I'll save you."

Huo Chen had a sarcastic smile on his face.

save him?Even the monarch and country he was loyal to have abandoned him, who else will come to rescue him?

Whether he believed it or not, Ning Zhe bent down and took out a dagger from him, cut his wrist, put a bowl of blood and handed it to his lips.

"It will take time to condense into a pill, so just drink it."

Huo Chen didn't answer, and looked up at him with deep eyes.

"Don't worry, it's a life-saving thing."

Ning Zhe frowned, didn't wait for him to speak, stretched out his hand to gently pinch his mouth, and directly poured the blood down.

Huo Chen coughed violently, and suddenly attacked him, "You're courting death!"

Ning Zhe grabbed his wrist and twisted it mercilessly, and it broke with a "click".

Huo Chen snorted, his legs went limp, and he turned over towards Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe stretched out his hand gently and hugged him.

"General."

He gently hooked the blood-stained hair on Huo Chen's cheeks behind his ears, his voice was a little careless and cold.

"Stop talking like that, I don't like to hear it."