I'm a killer with no emotions

The long hair was wet with sweat, and strands of it clinged to the high priest's angular face.

His eyes were closed in pain, his long black eyelashes quivered slightly, his thin lips were bitten tightly, he was pale and bloodless, unable to arch his slender back, his posture was fragile and beautiful.

Ning Zhe seldom saw such a vulnerable side of him. Whether in Jingu or in Dayue, this man always faced him with an indifferent and powerful attitude.

Maybe this time it really hurt.

He used the future crimes of these people to punish them now, which is indeed too much.

Ning Zhe sighed, patted the high priest's back, pressed his eyebrows against his, and gently comforted his tense body with his palms.

"Alian, I'm sorry."

"Owner......"

The high priest unconsciously arched his arms in a daze, and softly spit out a vague word.

Ning Zhe hugged him tightly, kissed his forehead, and released the illusion.

......

When the high priest woke up, he found that he was still sitting in the star picking building, and it was already dark.

The divination tools in front of him were still neatly arranged as before.

It was like he had a dream.

In the dream, someone came to him, called him A-Lian, had an absurd affair with him, and got entangled with him.

After waking up, everything was back to normal.

Except...his bloody fingers were now healed.

The cold light fragrance of the man seemed to remain on the fingertips, indicating that all this was not a dream.

After a moment of daze, the high priest calmed down and tried the divination again.

This time Ziwei star shined brightly, and the astrology clearly told him that Lin Yunlan was not the person he was looking for.

He has been mistaken all along!

Ning Zhe... the person he hurt is his master!

"No..." The high priest shook his body, his face turned pale, and his breathing was short of breath.

Ning Zhe was seriously injured before, he wanted to find him, he had to save him!

The high priest's eyes flickered violently, and he stood up immediately.

Far away, Ning folded his fingertips a little.

A beam of faint light quickly pierced through the air, pierced the high priest's forehead, and nailed his footsteps in place.

The stars in the night sky are bright, Ziwei star brightens for a moment, then the light dims again.

The High Priest's absent-minded pupils gradually returned to focus.

He paused for a moment before sitting down again, frowning and looking at the divination equipment in front of him, feeling puzzled for a moment.

Just now...he seemed to be going to do something.

... what is it?

What else can I do, of course it is to save your master...

Number 61 sighed and shook his head.

If these men recover their memories later and learn that Ning Zhe once gave them a chance to turn around, but they don't grasp it, I don't know if it will be ruined until their intestines are green.

But that's fine.

The failure of these men means his turning point.

No. 61 hooked his lips, turned to look at the man beside him, "Are you angry enough? When are you leaving?"

"tomorrow."

Ning Zhe said very little.

No. 61 noticed that his face was a little pale, probably due to excessive consumption in the past few days.

The next morning, the dawn broke, and the sky was a line of fish white, which was smudged into rose by the morning glow.

Ning turned back to the shrine and wanted to leave again with the help of the reincarnation sundial.

However, in the shrine, someone was already waiting for him.

"Isn't it too cruel for the master to abandon me and leave without saying a word?"

Against the light, the picturesque man in blue stood guard in front of the hall, looking at him with a smile.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment: "...Qin Shen."

"It's not Qin Shen."

The man in Tsing Yi walked down the stairs step by step, walked up to him, hugged him lightly, and sighed contentedly: "Master, it's Xuanhe..."

Ning Zhe frowned, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him away, "Why did you come here?"

"Hearing that the master is leaving, Xuanhe is reluctant."

"You still have memory?"

"Fortunately, the master took pity on Xuanhe when he was young, and did not erase his memory, but only covered it with magic techniques. In recent years, Xuanhe has practiced forbidden techniques, and his skills have gradually grown to break through the magic techniques, so that his memory can be restored."

Qin Shen took a step forward, staring at him with burning eyes: "Master, Xuanhe has really been looking for you for a long time."

Ning Zhe looked at him with a calm expression, "What do you want from me?"

"Xuanhe wants to continue to serve the master as before, and wants to be with the master..."

"But I don't want to."

Ning Zhe interrupted him indifferently, "You go."

Although he has childhood memories, he doesn't know what happened before, and he doesn't know that Ning Zhe is his reincarnation.

After all, it wasn't the Qin Shen he knew.

Ning Zhe walked past him and walked into the hall.

The reincarnation sundial has been enshrined in the center of the temple for several years like a day.

Ning Zhe placed one hand on it, and the palm emitted a faint fluorescence.

"stop!"

"do not want!"

Suddenly, several voices came from behind.

Ning Zhe was startled, and looked back, but saw that at some point, those men had gathered here.

And No. 61 stood in the teleportation box, looking at him with interest.

Ning Zhe frowned, "What did you do again?"

"Master Lord God is merciful, it's very chic to leave as soon as you say, but those men are really lonely staying alone in the empty boudoir. I couldn't bear to see it, so I gave them a chance."

Interest flashed in No. 61's eyes, "I hope you can enjoy yourself this time."

After he finished speaking, his figure flashed and he ran backwards.

Ning Zhe wanted to stop him, but as soon as he moved his footsteps, two men blocked him immediately.

"Where do you want to go?" Ning Yan stared at him coldly.

"This time, I will never let you escape easily again." Qingluan's eyes were dark.

Ning Zhe looked at the sinister expressions on their faces, and then at the man behind them.

Huo Chen frowned, and asked him sharply, "Was it you that day? Who are you, and what happened to those things?"

The high priest looked indifferent, showing no mercy, "Anyone who insults God is an unforgivable sin."

As for Qingluan, she knelt silently outside the hall, silently begging him to stay.

Each of them is the pride and master of this world.

Everyone is too clever and cunning, as if they control the affairs of the world, but no one has ever really understood him.

For half of his life, he was bound by them with self-righteous chains, wrapped in layers, struggling to the death, until he died of suffocation.

He was already tired of this bloody drama.

"It's me." Ning Zhe suddenly hooked his lips lightly, his brows and eyes glowed brightly, like thousands of flowers blooming.

"It was me who tormented you, it was me who took away your soul, it was me who trampled your dignity like a shoe under your feet."

Ning Zhe raised his eyes and looked at the few people casually, "What, do you want to submit to me willingly, or do you want to take my life for revenge?"

"Dare to tease this king, you should die!"

Ning Yan took a step forward, his eyes were ruthless.

Ning Zhe glanced at him indifferently, his eyes dead silent.

Suddenly he pursed his lips and smiled, "Yes, damn it, I shouldn't have known you from the beginning."

It was because he was too greedy and unwilling to be alone that he got entangled with these people.

It was he who was too indecisive and did not accomplish enough to turn the situation into what it is today.

Everything was his fault, from the moment he felt pity for No. 67, he made one wrong step, one step at a time.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes and took a step back. A sharp long blade made of black iron melted from his palm, and he raised his head to his throat, and the corners of his lips curved slightly into a soft arc.

Ning Yan was startled, "Stop! What are you going to do!"

Qingluan's expression changed even more, and he immediately came up to snatch the sword in his hand.

Ning Zhe's thoughts moved slightly, and a barrier was erected in front of him to block the space.

"Wait, you haven't answered my question yet! You can't die!" Huo Chen growled and reached out to him.

Obviously the man in front of him had caused him untold pain, but he didn't know why, but he just didn't want him to die.

But the person in front of him was very close, but there was a gap between his feet, and he couldn't touch the sleeve of that person no matter what.

"Master, don't you want to make peace?"

Only Qin Shen ignored the phantom array, passed through the barrier, and walked in front of Ning Zhe.

Ning pursed his lips, smiled silently, and caressed his face affectionately, "Xuanhe, I'm sorry, I'm tired."

"Then ask the master to take me with you."

"Do not."

Ning Zhe shook his head and pushed him back, "I won't let any of you die."

"The mistakes I made will be borne by me. Today's life will be given to you as an apology. I hope that the love here will be severed, and we will never see each other again in the next life."

After he finished speaking, the sharp long blade gleaming with a dazzling cold light lightly wiped the snow-white and slender neck.

In an instant, blood splashed like rain, and gorgeous and enchanting bright red tulips bloomed on the rusty reincarnation sundial.

Ning Yan and the others stared blankly at all this, and for some reason, their hearts suddenly convulsed violently, as if a knife had been ripped out of their hearts.

Huo Chen knelt on the ground, looking at the blood he vomited, something seemed to flash through his mind.

The high priest stretched out his fingertips and wiped a drop of splashed blood from his face, dazed and unable to recover.

A-Lian...A-Lian...

Why did that person still look at him and call his name at the last moment?

There was silence all around, and everyone fell silent.

Suddenly, the reincarnation sundial emitted a dazzling light, swallowing the temple.

They can clearly feel that their memories are being gradually erased, and everything that has happened is being silently erased by an invisible force.

This world seemed to be about to return to the way that man had never appeared.

In the white light, Qin Shen suddenly smiled, tears of blood dripped from the corners of his eyes, his voice was like weeping, "Retribution...it's all retribution..."

Their master wants them to live forever, to let them see with their own eyes how they forced the people closest to them to death, and to let them live in regret and pain for the rest of their lives!

.......

The stars are changing, the world is changing, the prosperity is coming to an end,

In a blink of an eye, Ning Zhe returned to the shrine.

He is immortal, so sacrificing the reincarnation sundial would not directly kill him.

As soon as he got back to the Shrine, the first thing he did was find No. 61, strangled him by the throat and pressed him against the wall, and asked sharply, "Who told you to do that!?"