I'm a killer with no emotions

The high priest held his wrist, "What are you doing?"

Ning Zhe pressed his right shoulder, slowly pressed him under him, looked at him with a smile, "do something very comfortable."

His eyes seemed to contain a whole starry sky, shining brightly.

The high priest looked up at his deep blue eyes, and the light moved slightly.

He suddenly felt that the appearance of the man in front of him patiently coaxing him at the moment was very much like his master.

Ning Zhe bent down slowly, took off his clothes, and pressed against his skin.

Surprisingly, the high priest did not move.

Obviously he didn't have a heart, but he felt something throbbing in his heart, and the blood in his body was flowing uncontrollably, as if he was expecting the man to do something to him.

Ning Zhe first touched his lips lightly.

Seeing that he didn't resist, she tentatively took his pale and colorless lips, put them in her mouth, licked and bit them.

The high priest's fingertips suddenly curled up, his body tensed up, and his breathing was heavy.

Ning Zhe let go of his lips, licked the moist corners of his lips, and asked him hoarsely, "Do you like it?"

His voice is deep and gentle, extremely seductive, coupled with his god-like handsome face, it is almost instigating people to throw him down and penetrate him.

The high priest pursed his lips and looked away, "Shameless."

However, inexplicably, his body became hot uncontrollably.

The man's cool fingertips danced on his body, causing his body to tremble, and he couldn't help but straighten his body, as if instinctively, he couldn't help chasing after him.

How could this be?

The high priest forcibly controlled himself to calm down, and reached out to push the man on top of him.

Ning Zhe didn't have enough time in the first place, so how could he escape easily.

He grabbed both his wrists and raised them above his head to press them on the floor, touched his tense body with one hand to comfort him, and put it close to his ear, whispering softly: "A-Lian, relax your body..."

"No, what the hell are you..."

Ning Zhe lightly bit the tip of his snow-white ear, and licked it in his mouth.

The high priest trembled for a moment, his voice was a little unsteady, "Let go!"

Ning Zhe has lived with him for so many years, and he is very aware of his sensitivity. The constant teasing with his fingertips makes the eyes of the people below him gradually blurred, and his body is soft and red.

"Alian..."

Ning Zhe murmured, his lips brushed against the high priest's face lightly, his eyebrows pressed against his, and his ambiguous and hot breath intertwined.

The high priest stared at him blankly, his gray glazed pupils filled with morning mist, damp and dazed.

A smile appeared in Ning Zhe's eyes, and he leaned over and kissed his beautiful eyes.

"A-Lian, don't be afraid, let me in..."

His voice was extremely soft, with a hint of gentle coaxing.

The high priest's reaction was a little slow, and he didn't know why.

In the next moment, Ning Zhe's soul forcibly invaded from between his eyebrows.

The high priest felt a pain in his soul, let out a muffled grunt, and immediately struggled.

Ning folded his hands like iron tongs, pressing him tightly, and at the same time quickly found the soul that was curled up in his body due to fright, and nourished it with his own power of the soul.

The soul of the high priest is still the same as when he was a child, a little Douding with red lips and white teeth, a pair of big eyes, soft and fleshy cheeks, beautiful and well-behaved.

When he was young, God liked to hug him very much, and would often pinch his face and call him "A-Lian" with a smile.

He subconsciously felt that God likes his appearance, and the appearance of Shenhun has never changed.

Ning Zhe didn't know the reason for this, but he was relieved when he saw such a high priest.

Mind-soul contact is dangerous and the easiest way to lose yourself.

Fortunately, this is a child, if it is really the high priest...he doesn't know if he can hold it.

Ning Zhe walked over, squatted in front of the smaller high priest, and asked him, "Do you know me?"

The smaller High Priest hid in a corner and curled up, timidly raised his head when he heard this, and glanced at him.

It was almost the same as when they first met.

Ning bent her lips, touched his head, and called him softly, "Good girl."

The high priest who was one size smaller was not the same as the high priest at all, he was very soft, when Ning Zhe touched him, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tips of his ears immediately turned red and dripped with blood.

"hug......"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, tremblingly opened his soft hands, and cautiously staggered towards Ning Zhe, looking up at him scorchingly: "Master...hug..."

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect that this person recognized him.

Forget it, just erase the memory at that time.

Ning Zhe smiled, bent down to hold him in his arms, and kissed his round and tender face.

He didn't dare to move, his two small hands clenched into fists, and his soft arms hugged Ning Zhe's neck tightly, for fear that this person would throw him off again.

Ning Zhe controlled his strength, silently healed the scars on his body with the power of his soul, and soon his face became pale.

"Master, master?"

The high priest blinked and looked at him puzzledly, his voice was milky and trembling, very cute.

"No problem." Ning Zhe squeezed his face.

The high priest's small body trembled, and the tips of his ears turned red again.

Seeing that it was almost time, Ning Zhe put him down and said to him: "Alian, I have to go."

The high priest looked up at him, and the bright light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Ning Zhe felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

"Master, when will you be back?"

"do not know."

The high priest clutched his sleeve nervously, mustered up his courage, "Alian, wait for Master, come back."

Ning Zhe looked down at him for a moment, hooked his lips into a smile, and replied, "Okay."

When the spirit returned to his body, Ning Zhe found that he had been suppressed by the high priest.

The man on the body had blurred eyes, lost his mind, and kissed him carelessly.

Ning Zhe frowned.

Sure enough, it's still a little cuter.

He supported the high priest by the shoulder, pushed him away, locked him on the pillar, got up, put on his clothes, and went out by himself.

No. 61 was sitting outside the door with a complicated face.

He didn't expect that the raising that Ning Zhe talked about was actually this kind of raising.

"You did it with him?"

"No."

Ning Zhe didn't let anyone eavesdrop on Yahao in the corner, he used illusions to cover up the situation in the pavilion as early as when he realized that 61 was coming.

No. 61 didn't know what happened to him inside, but seeing this person's crimson complexion and long messy hair, he didn't know anything.

There was a surge of anger in his heart.

Taking a step forward, he pushed Ning against the door, and said coldly, "You can be intimate with this man who insulted you so much before, why can't I?"

Ning Zhe lightly raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly No. 61 covered his lips.

"Okay, don't talk, I know, I'm ugly, not as good-looking as him, that's all right."

He gave up on himself with a sigh, let go, turned around and disappeared.

Ning Zhe looked at his back strangely.

When is he going to say he's ugly.

He obviously wanted to say, you can do it if you have to, and wait for me to get things done, but it seems that this person doesn't need it.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and smiled, stood outside for a while, then went back.

So number 61 didn't know until his death what he had missed this time.

The high priest in the attic has regained his composure.

Ning Zhe walked over to loosen the chains on him and put him down.

The high priest's legs and feet were a little weak, he couldn't stand upright, and fell forward as soon as he landed.

Ning Zhe opened his arms, took him firmly in his arms, lowered his eyes and laughed lowly: "Is A-Lian going to throw himself into his arms?"

The hot air brushed behind the ear, ambiguous.

The high priest stood up immediately, pushed him away fiercely, and said with a stern expression, "What did you do to me!?"

"A comfortable thing."

Ning Zhe grabbed his wrist, gently slid it, and pulled him over again, hugging him in his arms, rubbing his hands on his waist. "A-Lian doesn't like it, but you are very happy, and you want me to hug you, and keep pestering me, not letting me leave."

The high priest blushed and raised his hand to attack.

Ning Zhe didn't move, and directly imprisoned his divine power, raised his chin, and said in a cold voice, "Isn't it good that A-Lian is always as obedient as before? Why are you so disobedient?"

The high priest did not expect this person to be so powerful.

In his more than three hundred years in the world, he has never encountered such a person who makes him so helpless. If this person makes a move at this time, he may not even have the slightest chance to fight back.

Ning Zhe saw what was going on in his mind, and smiled gently, "Don't be afraid, just be obedient, and I won't hurt you."

"You promised before that you would tell me what I want to know."

The high priest looked at him coldly for a moment, and then uttered a cold word from his thin lips.

"Other things are completely forgotten, but this one is clearly remembered."

Ning Zhe sighed, stroked his face, and wiped away the marks of tears shed when he was emotional just now, "It's okay to tell you, Yunlan will not become a god, not in this life, Alian, you are dead This heart."

As soon as he said this, the people who were originally considered quiet suddenly rioted, the breath around him suddenly became cold, and the eyes were full of murderous intent, staring at him like looking at a dead person.

Ning Zhe laughed, leaned him against the pillar, looked into his eyes, and repeated, "Don't understand? Then let me say it again, Lin Yunlan, this person will never become a Shangshen, and the Shangshen will never It's him. Alian, do you understand?"

He didn't feel much about it before, but now, he doesn't like his own people who are thinking about other people, and he doesn't like it very much.

Even if this person has tampered with memory and doesn't know anything, he will be angry.

After so many years, he is no longer the person who has no desires and desires.

The high priest let out a low growl and struggled, "Shut up! How dare a lowly person like you insult him!"

Ning Zhe's eyes turned cold, and he grabbed his throat fiercely, "Anyone is qualified to say this, Alian, but you are not."

He didn't show any mercy anymore, he touched the high priest's forehead with his fingertips, and forcibly extracted a wisp of divine soul from his body.

The pain of tearing the mind and soul is absolutely unbearable, even the high priest couldn't help but screamed, and knelt on the ground unbearably, his body convulsed in pain, and his body was covered in cold sweat.

Looking at his pale face, Ning Zhe thought of that soft little A-Lian, and finally softened his heart, knelt down and hugged him into his arms.