I'm a killer with no emotions

The wind passes through the mountains and forests, and the peaches bloom.

On the day of the Flower Appreciation Banquet, countless celebrities from Shanghai came to the banquet.

Even Emperor Dayue, Prince Tianqi, and the high priest who never left their homes all came here with respect, which can be called a feast.

However, the host of the banquet was not interested in it.

"Father, my son already has a sweetheart, so don't waste your efforts."

"Sweetie? You have said that you have a sweetheart since you were ten years old! Have you brought it back after all these years!?"

Huo Chen lowered his eyes and said dryly, "He was killed by his son..."

"Bah! You haven't even touched a girl's hand since you were a child, so you have the guts to say such nonsense!"

Old General Huo was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, "I think you are dreaming too much! No, all the noble ladies from the family are here today, you must find me a wife!"

After speaking, he rushed away angrily.

Yan Pei was about to follow up to comfort him when Huo Chen stopped him.

"How could Dad think of this for no reason, and it was your idea?"

Yan Pei hesitated, "I'm not... worried about the general."

Huo Chen looked cold, and was about to punish him, when Lin Li immediately knelt down and said in a deep voice, "General, it's my subordinate's idea."

Yan Pei was stunned for a while.

In the end, Lin Li was fined [-] boards, seriously injured and bedridden, and locked in a confinement room to repent.

Yan Pei's face was very cold, "Who told you to be passionate, what does it matter to you?"

Lin Li didn't know what to say, so he clenched his fists and could only remain silent.

Seeing him like this, Yan Pei suddenly felt a little uncomfortable for some reason, and finally stood up and left the confinement room.

At the banquet, Lin Feishuang smiled when he heard the news, "If I had known this, I would have stolen him out directly, so as to save such trouble."

Wang Bulo moved his ears, and immediately leaned in front of him, hugged him, and said with aggrieved face, "Who? Who are you going to steal? Isn't one of me enough!"

"You care about me? Stay away from me." Lin Feishuang pushed him away with a face full of frost, stared at the imposing men above him, and narrowed his eyes.

Now Dingbei Wang Ningyan, Moyu Shaozun, High Priest of Zhanxing Pavilion, and Prime Minister Qin Shen have all arrived, and with Huo Chen, there are six.

According to the prophecy, there are seven divine servants, and there is still one short.

Who on earth is it?

In the dream, he didn't see Ning Zhe, nor did he have close contact with anyone else... Who else he hadn't considered?

While Lin Feishuang was thinking about it, the banquet began.

Huo Chen was sitting at the table, watching everyone toast and talk enthusiastically with a blank expression, his eyes were deep and indifferent.

He knew Lin Feishuang's purpose and that Yan Pei was ordered by him, but he didn't stop him.

He also wanted to see if those people remembered.

The flower viewing feast, it is said to be a feast, is actually just an excuse for Ning Yan and others, it depends on whether these people can grasp it.

However, he knew it in his heart, but the others didn't know the twists and turns, and thought it was really Huo Chen who wanted to invite relatives.

The noble ladies from various aristocratic families tried their best to express themselves at the banquet.

Composing poems and paintings, playing the piano and dancing, competing for beauty and beauty, is unparalleled in style.

For a while, I couldn't tell whether peach blossoms were more beautiful or people were more beautiful.

Everyone watched with great interest, and the drummer applauded from time to time.

Only Huo Chen and the others were blind all the time, staring at the beauties dancing in the center of the arena, their eyes were lifeless and indifferent, each with their own ulterior motives, and they didn't know what was going on in their hearts.

Finally a woman plucked up her courage and came forward to toast him, her face was full of spring and blushing.

Old General Huo watched impatiently and slapped his thigh.

Huo Chen gave the woman a cold look, parted his thin lips, and asked inexplicably, "Who sent you here?"

The woman was taken aback, "What is the general talking about?"

Huo Chen looked at the men with old gods sitting beside him, his eyes were cold and stern: "Who sent it?"

Ning Yan took a sip of his wine, without moving his eyebrows, "I don't understand what the general is talking about."

The young master Jie Jie sneered: "If I want to kill you, I will do it myself, and I don't need to use these wastes."

The high priest lowered his eyes from beginning to end, his gray pupils were indifferent, and he had no intention of speaking at all.

Qingluan hooked her lips and smiled, "The rotten peach blossoms that General Huo provoked himself, pushed onto us...isn't that good?"

Qin Shen didn't speak. He watched the woman carefully for a moment, shook his head, and said softly, "General, let her go. This is Your Majesty."

...Ning Xuan?

Huo Chen was slightly stunned, and saw a dagger in the woman's hand, quickly stabbing him in the heart, and said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense! Give me back the corpse!"

Ning Xuan's martial arts has always been bad. In the past, he dared to go around because of someone protecting him. Now that the person protecting him is gone, he has become a paper tiger.

Huo Chen subdued him two or three times, trying to tear off the mask on his face, but he couldn't find the seam of the human skin mask after searching for a long time

Qin Shendao: "You don't need to look for the general, Ning Xuan is a puppet, and he already has many bodies, so it's not easy."

Ning Xuan snorted coldly, "Looks like I've already remembered? It's a pity that I'm here this time, so you don't want to hurt that person again!"

He fled from Huo Chen's grasp with a feint, and jumped up and landed in front of the "Dayue Emperor" who was sitting neatly at the banquet.

"Brother Huang..."

Before the "Dayue Emperor" could finish his sentence, Ning Xuan stretched out his hand and blocked his mouth, "My dear brother, I will explain to you later."

Without saying a word, he leaned over and hugged the young emperor, and said loudly, "Lin Feishuang, withdraw!"

In the distance, Lin Feishuang responded with a smile, raised his hand and threw a wisp of mist, and disappeared with Wang Bubu and everyone beside him.

At this time, Yan Pei rushed out in shock, his face pale: "General! The corpse... the corpse in the cold cellar is gone!"

Huo Chen narrowed his eyes, but he didn't seem too flustered.

Yan Pei was puzzled: "General?"

You obviously cared so much before, why are you not in a hurry now?

Huo Chen didn't say anything, just let him go down first.

At this point, the banquet can no longer continue.

Old General Huo blushed with anger.

He was getting old, and he just wanted to have a grandson in his arms, but his son was good at everything, but he didn't want to marry a wife and have children, which really broke his heart.

Seeing this, Qingluan bent her lips and smiled happily: "Old General, I hope you'd better give up. I'm afraid you won't be able to hug your grandson in this lifetime."

"...What do you mean?"

Qingluan pursed her lips and did not reply.

The Young Master did not think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and pretended to comfort him: "Old General, don't worry, if Ning Zhe is really able to have children, I will make him have more white and fat grandchildren, and I will hug them all for you!"

"??" The old general was even more confused.

What's the meaning?What is "if you can have children"?What is "I wait"?How many husbands could his daughter-in-law, who had never met before, have? ?

Seeing that their words were getting more and more outrageous, Ning Yan couldn't help frowning: "Shut up, Ah Ning's whereabouts are unknown now, you still have the mood to mess around here!"

Qin Shen raised his eyes, and glanced at him coldly, "My lord, you are the one who is least qualified to say this."

Among these people, only Ning Yan remembered it in the past few days.

The rest of the people not only remembered, but also secretly tried various methods to find Ning Zhe.

Only Ning Yan didn't know anything all the time, and even had a deep affection for Lin Yunlan, believing that he was the one in his heart.

Not only was he blind before rebirth, but he was also blind after rebirth.

But even so, they themselves are not much better. Everyone knows that they have sinned deeply, and few people take care of the messy things in Ningyan.

Huo Chen dismissed the banquet, coaxed his father away, and took everyone into the cold cellar.

"The corpse that Lin Feishuang took away was fake, and I didn't find the owner's corpse."

He activated the formation, and the cold jade coffin slowly rose from the light blue pool, exactly the same as the previous coffin.

"These are false images, how much you want, how much you have."

But really nothing.

His heart was in pain, and what was even more sad was that he couldn't even find anyone to repent, so he could only imagine the person in his memory, and atone for his sins against a non-existent illusion for so many years.

The high priest's eyes were quiet, he raised his eyes, and said for the first time: "He's gone, we can't find him."

At the beginning, Ning Zhe rewritten everything in exchange for his own life. Now Ning Zhe no longer exists in this world.

The Young Master looked embarrassed, "Is there really no other way? We can all restore our memories, why can't we find Ning Zhe?"

Qin Shen glanced at him, "How your memory is restored, you know in your heart."

The Young Master glanced at them, "Could it be that you are also..."

Everyone lowered their eyes and remained silent.

Young Master's face turned pale, and his thin lips trembled slightly, "Master, Ning Zhe...is his revenge..."

That day when he practiced to the last step, before he could leave the test, he felt a sudden pain in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, countless memories rushed towards his sea of ​​consciousness.

He thought of everything, the past life, the present life and the next life, what a deadly sin he had committed to his most important person!

At that moment, it was like a thousand arrows piercing my heart. My heart ached so much that I couldn't help myself.

At the end of his memory, he saw Ning Zhe.

He looked like a god in the previous world, dressed in a long gown of snow-white moonlight, his figure was as tall as a sword, his face was handsome and flawless, and the smile between his soft eyebrows and eyes was as warm as a spring breeze.

He walked towards the young lord slowly, took his hand, called him "A Yue" affectionately, pressed him on the white jade couch, and kissed his lips tenderly.

The young master took the initiative, gasped under him, and hugged his waist lightly, impatiently wanting to dedicate everything to this man.

However, in the end, Ning Zhe resolutely pushed him away, and left with a smile on his face.

No matter how desperately the Young Master chased after him and howled, he never looked back.

The Young Master claimed to be powerful, but he could only watch his figure disappear into the sky. He couldn't do anything except cry and beg.

This is Ning Zhe's revenge.

He gave them life, made them immortal, but awakened their memories, and made them live in pain and loneliness forever in this world.

Blue falls and yellow springs, infatuated people, there is no place to look for.

This is the best revenge for these men.

......

"What is the master looking at?"

The young man leaned on the sofa, raised his head obediently, and looked at the handsome and wicked man in front of him.

"It's nothing, let's see how some scumbags regret it."

The man smiled, turned off the LCD TV indifferently, and patted his boy's head, "Why did Xing Su come back so soon, isn't the company fun?"

Xing Su grabbed the delicate cuffs of his white shirt, feeling aggrieved, "Master, they are all bullying me."