I'm a killer with no emotions

The high priest didn't look surprised when he saw him.

"I figured out that someone came to look for me today."

"Did you ever think it was me?"

"who are you?"

Ning curled his lips, "Your master."

The high priest's pale gray pupils, which had never fluctuated, paused, and looked at him coldly, and the fatal attack came instantly.

"Those who wantonly insult the Supreme God will be killed!"

His memory has been tampered with by the main system, and the appearance of Shangshen in his memory is also Yunlan's appearance, so even if he sees Ning Zhe's real appearance at this moment, he still cannot recognize him.

Ning Zhe dodged the attack unhurriedly, walked up to him, and stretched out his hand towards Tianling Gai.

The high priest was about to retreat, but Ning Zhe called him solemnly: "Alian."

Just these two words made the high priest's movements stagnate, and he stopped involuntarily.

He paused for a moment, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Ning Zhe in a daze.

"Be obedient and don't move."

Ning Zhe frowned, and reached out to caress his snow-cold side face.

The body of the high priest is transformed by the Shinto lotus.

Shinto Lotus is also known as Nuxueshuanglian, the high priest lives up to his name, extremely handsome, with white skin like snow, light gray eyes, the whole person is like a sculpture of frost, with a clear and pure aura, but cold and unkind.

Everyone who saw the high priest would be shocked by his godlike temperament and appearance.

However, from his birth to now, except for his god at the place of creation, no one is brave enough to touch his face.

In the past, Ning Zhe was one, but now another strange man came.

Moreover, the man in front of him even made him think of God for a long time - the master he had followed for tens of thousands of years, the belief he had spent his entire life pursuing.

"who are you?"

Ning Zhe stared at him lightly, but smiled and said nothing, his figure gradually faded, and soon disappeared.

The high priest shrank in his heart, and immediately reached out to him.

However, in the end, only a cloud of air was caught.

Then my head became dizzy, and my eyes became blurred.

He woke up suddenly, only to find himself lying on the bamboo couch with all his clothes on, and there was no one beside him.

So it was...a dream?

Outside the bamboo forest, No. 61 looked at Ning Zhe in puzzlement: "Why didn't you smoke his soul just now?"

"A hundred years have passed, and his soul is extremely weak now. If he is forcibly extracted, he will die."

"What should I do?"

Ning Zhe sighed, "Wait for two days, let's take care of it."

keep?How to raise the soul?

No. 61 was full of doubts, but did not ask the exit.

Ning Zhe stepped outside the Xingxing Pavilion.

The wind is biting in the honeysuckle.

At this time, Xiao Ning Zhe was still lying in the air-tight carriage.

His leg was already broken, he had lost a lot of blood for several days, and he hadn't had a drop of water in him, and only a thin shirt was left on his body, and he was curled up on the cold wooden board of the carriage, his lips were blue from the cold.

Judging from the situation, he might not be able to survive the Xingxing Pavilion.

Ning Zhe thought for a while, went to his side, hugged him, and poured some divine power into his body.

Doing so is actually very dangerous, if the former him knows his existence, both of them will be cleared for violating the rules.

Fortunately, Xiao Ningzhe was in a daze at this time, and didn't know that he had appeared.

When Ning Zhe saw that his complexion had improved a little, he prepared to leave.

But he didn't expect to be caught by the corner of his clothes by his former self, and he couldn't leave for a while.

"You used to be soft and clingy." You are much softer than now.

No. 61 appeared in the carriage at some point, looked at the child curled up in his arms with interest, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to scratch the child's red nose.

Ning Zhe opened his hand indifferently, "Don't touch me."

"What's the matter, it's not really you."

"Why not me? When I grow up, it will be me."

Ning Zhe hugged his former self a little tighter.

Except for himself, no one understands how much pain he has in his heart at this moment. No. 67 doesn't understand, and these men don't understand either.

"All right, whatever your lord says is what you want." No. 61 could only withdraw his hand.

It's a pity that he has never seen Ning Zhe so obediently. If he had come earlier, he might have been able to trick this person before the 67th.

Ning Zhe took some Fat House Happy Water from the system space of No. 67, fed it into his former self, and said to him, "Let go, I'm leaving."

No. 61 watched in amazement that Ning Zhe, who was one size smaller, let go of his hand obediently, and curled up into a ball, extremely soft.

This is also... too coaxing...

He exclaimed in his heart, seeing that Ning Zhe had got up to leave, he could only look back reluctantly, and followed him.

Ning Zhe was in a daze, as if he felt himself falling into a warm embrace, and the low-pitched words of the immortal rang in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, a warm current slowly flowed from his body, repairing his battered body.It was sweet in his mouth, and his body was extremely light and comfortable, making him feel like he was in a fairyland.

He really wanted to grab the fairy's hand and let him take him away.

But he was too dirty and lowly to dare to touch a fairy.

So when Meimeng woke up, he was still in hell, cold as ice.

......

Ning Zhe left the carriage and quietly watched what happened next.

Including when he was humiliated in public in the past, begging him humiliatingly at the feet of the high priest, and helping Ning Yan block that fatal blow.

Although I have experienced it before, but now goodbye, my heart is still not completely peaceful.

These are the men he raised with his own hands, no matter how relieved they are, they will feel a little bit unfair after all.

But it's not fair, and he can't do it if he wants to watch No. 67 die with his own eyes.

The high priest's spirit cannot be extracted for the time being, but Ningyan's has no scruples.

At night, Ning Zhe sneaked into Ning Yan's bedroom, walked to the bed, and looked at the sleeping man indifferently.

How much he liked this person before, and how much he hated him later.

He wove a net with sweet words, coaxed his whole heart into it, and bound him with a net of love, but he turned around and forgot all of it.

If anyone among these few people had really made him sad, it was the only one.

Ning Zhe didn't hide his aura, and he was imposing.

Ning Yan was always vigilant, opened his eyes almost as soon as he approached, and stretched out his hand to attack him.

Ning Zhe discovered that these men all have one thing in common—an extreme aversion to being approached by others.

Every time they saw Ning Zhe for the first time, they raised their hands to attack without saying a word, as if they had a sworn hatred with him.

Ning Zhe lightly raised his hand and easily grasped Ning Yan's wrist.

He exerted a little force with his fingertips.

With a "click", the bone broke.

Ning Yan's body trembled, and he gritted his teeth and let out a muffled snort.

Ning Zhe didn't show mercy, grabbed his shoulder bones and pinched, his fingertips were like steel claws, piercing his lute bone.

"Oh!" Ning Yan's pupils dilated slightly, and his whole body was dripping with cold sweat.

But this is not enough.

He bent down and squeezed Ning Yan's two thin and strong legs, as if talking to himself, he said lightly: "I used to think that if you also broke your leg and knelt down in front of me, what would it be?" What scene."

He looked up at the man who gritted his teeth and held back, his eyes were silent: "But before, I was afraid and felt sorry for you, so I couldn't do anything, so I never dared to do it."

"But it's different now. I always think it's good to let you have a taste of it yourself, otherwise there will always be a knot in my heart that won't go away, and I may develop a suspicion against you in the future."

Ning Yan couldn't understand his words, her voice was trembling with pain: "You, what are you... talking about?"

"You don't need to understand, as long as you know that I came here to torture you on purpose."

Ning Zhe smiled slightly at him, and squeezed his kneecap with a sudden effort.

"what!"

Ning Yan was caught off guard and let out a scream, and knelt heavily on the ground, with his upper body lying at Ning Zhe's feet.

The bones in his knees have been broken, his hands are useless, and his whole body has become a cripple.

"Who the hell are you!?" He screamed in pain from his throat.

Ning Zhe just wanted him to taste the pain he had suffered, but he had no intention of insulting him.

Seeing how embarrassed he was lying on the ground at this moment, he leaned over and picked him up, dusted off the dust on his body, and gently put him back on the bed.

He said to Ning Yan: "I don't want to lie to you, but I can't tell you my identity, you will understand in the future."

"Did Huo Chen send you here, or Ning Zhi?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, "I'm not theirs, strictly speaking, I'm on Ning Zhe's side."

Ning Yan felt as if he had been poked into a sore spot, and his whole body exploded, "What are you talking about! That bitch!? What is your relationship with him!"

Ning frowned, and looked at him slightly sharply, "I don't like you calling him that."

Ning Yan sneered: "A person like him who can't get on the stage is only worthy of..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because Ning Zhe pinched his jaw, making him unable to make a sound.

"I don't want to do anything else to you, but if you don't want your own mouth, I don't mind cutting it off for you."

"How dare you! My king..."

Ning Zhe pinched his jaw with five fingers, pulled it up and down, and removed his jaw.

He patted Ning Yan's face, "Ayan, in my opinion, it's better for you not to speak."

Among these few people before, Ning Yan was the youngest and the most clingy to him.

Ning Zhe took pity on him when he was young and took care of him more. It may also be because of this reason that he was often excluded by the rest of the people.

Ning Yan's temperament has also been raised to become more and more withdrawn and weird, unpredictable.

But when facing him, the child was quite well-behaved and never showed any abnormalities.

Unexpectedly, once he was reincarnated, his temper became more and more violent, and he almost tormented him to death.

Ning Zhe sat by the couch with him all night, thinking about the past.

This night, Ning Yan kept staring at him, the cold hatred in his eyes almost never disappeared, Ning Zhe almost poked a hole in his body.

When it was almost dawn, Ning Zhe put his chin back on.

He also did it on purpose, who told Ning Yan to pinch his chin every time before, which made his bones ache, but now told him to taste the feeling that life is worse than death.

"Does it hurt?"

Ning Zhe leaned over, hooked his lips and asked him.