I'm a killer with no emotions

"Who are you, and what do you want from me?"

Ning Yan's voice was low, he was no longer as excited as last night, his eyes were deep and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

Ning Zhe knew that he was probably thinking of a chance to escape.

"Don't waste your efforts, you can't escape before I give permission."

Ning Zhe fiddled with his limp fingers, "As for what I want, I will take it myself."

"Don't even think about it!" Ning Yan curled his lips coldly, "It's almost dawn, and the Dingbei Thirteen Guards will soon discover the abnormality, do you think you can still escape!?"

Ning Zhe glanced at the white sky outside the window, a little funny, "The dawn you see is what I want to show you."

Before Ning Yan could understand what he meant, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The sky outside the window, as if covered by a pair of big hands, suddenly darkened again, with cold stars flickering.

It was clearly still night!

"This is nothing but an illusion. Whatever I want you to see, you can see."

Ning Zhe chuckled, and leaned closer to his face, "Ayan, it's still late at night outside, and your Dingbei Thirteen Guards are probably still sleeping right now."

Ning Yan's face was livid, and his expression was gloomy and terrifying.

Ning Zhe squeezed his stiff cheeks, and smiled a little fondly: "Forget it, I won't bully you."

"Ayan, let me make a deal with you. If you give me that thing, I'll let you go."

"what?"

Ning Zhe didn't speak, and touched his eyebrows with his fingertips.

In an instant, a sharp tearing pain pierced out from the soul, and quickly spread to every corner of his body, which made him tremble all over, and he couldn't bear the pain.

"What did you do!" Ning Yan gritted his teeth and moaned, the veins on his forehead popped out from the pain.

Ning Zhe took away a wisp of his soul, immediately hugged him, and quietly repaired the wound on his soul with divine power.

Ning Yan was panting heavily, her face was pale, she leaned on his shoulder and trembled.

"Ayan, does it hurt?" Ning Zhe stroked his long hair with a very gentle tone.

Ning Yan was in so much pain that she couldn't speak.

"Do you know that when you tortured me like this before, I was in pain too, my body hurt, and my heart hurt even more."

Ning Zhe's tone was somewhat indescribable.

He put Ning Yan on the couch, quietly stared at his dazed face, and sighed, "Forget it, I'm telling you right now, but you don't understand either."

He leaned down, and gently kissed Ning Yan's brow with slightly cool lips.

"Master, take care."

......

After Ning Yan woke up, his head was dizzy, and his bones throbbed like they were broken.

That person dared to treat him like that last night, he must make him regret it!

"Come on!"

The man in black immediately landed in front of him.

"What about Ning Zhe?"

Ning Zhe was still imprisoned in the water prison.

Ning Yan walked in and saw him lying there like a dead man with a pale face, silent.

Thinking of the humiliation of last night, his heart was filled with anger, and he quickly walked over, grabbed Ning Zhe by the hair, and roughly pulled him up.

Ning Zhe groaned in pain, he was so weak, his voice was pitifully weak like a dying milk cat.

Ning Yan didn't care about him at all, pinched his neck and asked coldly: "What does that man have to do with you!?"

man......

Ning Zhe's face was a bit dazed, and his dark pupils looked at him in pain, not knowing why.

There was obviously no half resemblance, but for some reason, Ning Yan suddenly saw the shadow of that person from last night on his frail little face.

He let go of his hand, took a few steps back suddenly, and stared at Ning Zhe, "What did you do to me!"

Ning Zhe hit the ground with blood streaming from his forehead.

He didn't understand what Ning Yan was talking about at all, this person was so strange today, he could only curl up his body as much as possible to relieve his pain.

"It's your fault, it must be you! Also, at the blessing ceremony yesterday, this king would lose his mind and mistake Yunlan, it must be you who made the magic trick! Ning Zhe, you..."

Ning Zhe closed his eyes tightly, silently bearing his insults.

These days, he has gotten used to Ning Yan's roughness.

However, after waiting for a long time, the expected harsh words did not appear, but a muffled groan came instead.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes, and saw Ning Yan lying in front of him unconscious, life or death unknown.

He was stunned.

Suddenly, his back felt warm, and someone put a warm sable fur on his body.

"Who..." He panicked and wanted to turn around immediately.

"Shh..."

The man whispered in his ear, embracing his body, not letting him turn his head, "Don't talk, don't look back, I won't hurt you."

Ning Zhe widened his eyes, swallowed his saliva, "You, who are you..."

The man behind hugged him lightly, and smiled: "How should I say it, I can't tell you, otherwise we both will die."

"Then don't tell me." Ning Zhe pursed his lips, looking serious, "I don't want to die yet, I still want to earn money."

The person behind laughed and gave a low "hmm".

Ning Zhe felt that his body was warm, and the person behind him seemed to be healing him.

He lowered his head and looked very calm: "You don't need to help me, I, I can't give you anything."

"I don't need you to give me anything." The man patted his head, "Live well, don't be swayed by these people, one day, you will become better than them all."

Ning Zhe's eyes flashed.

Be better than them all...can he?

After saying this, the person behind stood up.

Ning Zhe subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Do you want to leave?"

The man bent down and touched his head, "I can't stay too long, be good, let go."

Ning Zhe lightly pursed his lips, a little reluctant.

Inexplicably, he was very close to this person, and wanted to get closer to him, a little closer, as if that way he would not be hurt again.

But he was the man who wanted him to let go.

He sniffed, moved his fingers, but let go.

He blushed, a little embarrassed, and whispered to this person: "I have always been very good."

The person behind laughed, the sound was like jade stones colliding, clear and sharp, very pleasant to hear.

He said to Ning Zhe: "I know, I know everything."

Ning Zhe had a sore nose, his lips were tight, and he almost wanted to cry.

The man left after all, taking Ning Yan away with him.

Feeling cold, Ning Zhe curled up in a corner by himself, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

When I woke up again, my eyes were dark and my mind was blank.

He can't remember anything.

......

Astrology Pavilion.

No. 61 was puzzled, "You can help, what are you doing by erasing his memory?"

"Don't let him know of my existence."

Otherwise, he would be reluctant to die and the only remaining warmth.

Ning Zhe knew himself better than anyone else.

"There are still the high priest and number 67 left, what are you going to do?"

"The soul of No. 67 has always been in the ring."

Ning Zhe glanced at the ancient ring in his hand.

Unlike other people, other people's souls have returned to his body and have returned to the main body for fusion. Even if they are extracted, they are no longer the original people, so this method can only be used.

But No. 67 is different. In order to restore his strength, No. 67 sacrificed all the power of his soul to Gu Jie, which is equivalent to treating himself as a sacrifice.

But the ancient ring was created by Ning Zhe himself, as long as he exchanges it with something of the same value, he can get back the soul of No. 67.

"So the only one left is the high priest. Have you thought of a way?"

Ning Zhe frowned this time, "I think I thought about it."

It's just that he doesn't really want to do it.

It is not so easy to raise the soul, he himself once lacked half of the soul, and he has not raised it back for thousands of years.

He only thought of one way - to repair the soul.

No. 61 didn't know these things, so he asked how to fix them.

Ning Zhe glanced at him indifferently, and left without saying a word.

It made No. 61 startled.

Did he say something that shouldn't be said?In the past few days, he has obviously restrained himself.

Ning Zhe has already entered the Star Picking Tower.

God Servant's defense is like nothing to him, as long as he wants to, easily destroying a world is just a matter of raising his hand.

The high priest is divining.

During the daytime, he couldn't see the stars, and the divination effect was very poor, and his fingertips bled a lot, but it didn't work.

When Ning Zhe appeared in front of him, he saw him lowering his eyes, wiping the blood on his fingers with a white veil.

But he was probably thinking about something in his heart, and he didn't wipe it very carefully. There was a blood stain on the left and the right on his slender fingers, which was very mottled.

After watching for a while, Ning Zhe stretched out his hand, took the handkerchief in his hand, held his finger, and wiped it clean for him himself.

The high priest didn't notice his approach at all, his body froze, and he immediately retreated.

Ning Zhe pressed his shoulder, "Don't move around."

The high priest's eyes were filled with mist, and he looked at him fixedly, "When did you come?"

"When you are divining."

Ning Zhe wiped his hands for him, fetched the divination equipment, and glanced at it, "If your heart is not calm, you won't be able to divination."

The high priest glanced at him, "You will?"

"I will." Ning Zhe smiled, "I can also tell you the answer to your divination."

Something flashed in the high priest's gray eyes.

"You are divining, when will Lin Yunlan become a god, right?" Ning Zhe fiddled with his fingertips.

Divination requires blood sacrifices, and the high priest has many small wounds on his hands.Because of blood loss all year round, his fingers were pale and cold, and he never had any temperature.

Ning Zhe's hand was gently shining with a warm white light, stroking his old wounds one by one.

Soon those wounds disappeared, even because of Ning Zhe's hand holding him, there was even a little warmth on the skin.

Suddenly, the high priest withdrew his hand suddenly, his expression turned cold.

"How do you know these things?"

"I told you, but you don't believe me."

The high priest scolded coldly: "Full of nonsense!"

Ning Zhe glanced at him and didn't care about it, just said: "I'll tell you when he will become a god, how about you do something for me?"

The high priest paused for a moment, looked up at him, "What's the matter?"

Ning Zhe leaned forward, put his fingertips on the hem of his shirt, picked it lightly, and took off his coat.