I'm a killer with no emotions

The moment the man walked into the coffee shop, almost everyone raised their heads and stared at him blankly.

The long eyebrows of mountains and rivers flying obliquely into the temples, the deep eyes containing the galaxy, the tall and straight bridge of the nose carefully carved by the craftsman, and the beautiful thin lips with light color like water, the perfect and cool profile...

Handsome arms, slender legs, elegant collarbones and back—everything about him was exquisite and perfect.

God seems to have given him all the best things.

He possesses the most precious treasure in the whole world, and his majesty and grandeur are unmatched.

This is a person who cannot be described in words, like a god who came into the world with light, even the dark coffee shop was brightened because of him.

"First, sir..."

The waiter was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

Someone was whispering, discussing Ning Zhe's identity.

Ning Zhe smiled, "I'm looking for someone."

It's all right if he doesn't smile, but when he smiles, his face is even more vivid and beautiful, and his air is so noble that it cannot be desecrated.

There were gasps all around.

Li Ting stared at him deeply, his cold thin lips curled up slightly, and a meaningful smile seemed to flicker in his eyes.

The look in his eyes made Xing Su very uncomfortable.

It was a predatory gaze.

This Li Ting is coveting his master.

Such a thought suddenly flashed in Xing Su's heart.

"A Su."

From a distance, Ning Zhe called him and walked over.

"Owner!"

Xing Su didn't care about other things, and immediately got up to meet him.

Ning Zhe opened his arms, caught the young man who rushed over, stroked his short, soft curly hair, and smiled: "Are you done talking?"

Xing Su looked back and nodded.

In fact, Li Ting didn't say anything to him.

But Xing Su somehow didn't want him to get close to his master.

Li Ting didn't care either. With a smile on his lips, he got up slowly and walked over, and stretched out his hand towards Ning Zhe: "You are Mr. Ning? Long time, I am Li Ting."

——everything looks normal.

Ning Zhe is just an overly good-looking man.

And Li Ting only greeted him politely.

In the eyes of others, this is a very common scene.

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes, and stared at Li Ting with indifferent eyes for a moment, without touching the hand he extended.

"Owner?"

Xing Su was a little puzzled.

He also thought that the master did not know the etiquette of this world.

Ning Zhe touched his head, took his hand and turned and left.

Li Ting was left alone in the coffee shop.

He didn't care, he raised his hand, looked at it for a while, then gently put it on his face, and took a deep breath

It is Ning Zhe.

It is the taste of the master.

Although he didn't meet him, it was the first time in thousands of years that he was so close to Ning Zhe.

As long as we are in the same time and space with him, even the air is sweet and has a seductive aura of Ning Zhe.

"Li, Li Ting..."

Someone called him in a low voice, it was a girl, she blushed and handed him a pen and notebook, "I, I have always been your fan, can I ask you...to sign for me?"

Li Ting pursed his lips, his handsome face was instantly captivating, and a dark green cold light seemed to flash in his pupils.

He said: "Miss, I'm sorry, I already have someone I like."

After finishing speaking, he passed her, and then checked out and left.

The girl was stunned for a while.

...Aunt, girl?solitary?

This, is this... a new type of Internet buzzword? ?

Ning Zhe took Xing Su to an empty alley, hugged him, and disappeared in place in a flash.

After his resurrection, his divine power has been reduced a lot, but he can still use it, but Ning Zhe hasn't used it for a long time.

He prefers to do it himself, trying his best to pass the endless years with trivial chores.

Back in the castle, Ning Zhe sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and watched the cartoon playing inside without saying a word.

But his eyes were empty, and he didn't know where to fall.

Xing Su noticed that he seemed to be in a low mood, so she walked over and sat beside him: "Master, do you know Li Ting?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, and his thin lips spat out a word: "No."

Xing Su knew that he didn't want to talk about it.

He didn't ask any more questions, but obediently hugged Ning Zhe's waist, buried his head in his arms, and closed his eyes: "Master, don't be unhappy."

He wants to see his master happy, and he wants to see his master smile.

He didn't want to see his master crying helplessly again.

Xing Su didn't know why he used the word "again". He just felt that he used to see his master cry often, and whenever this happened, his heart ached.

He just wants the master to never make the same mistakes again.

Xing Su's wish is very small, but as long as Ning Zhe is involved, it is doomed to be difficult to realize.

Li Ting was just the beginning.

Next, Xing Su discovered that his ordinary life with his master began to be invaded one after another by many unknown people.

First, a former Internet celebrity who was once popular all over the Internet came to his door and begged for support.

Then another business tycoon came to the set to find him and bluntly said that he wanted to see Ning Zhe.

In the days that followed, there were even soldiers, officials, and scientific researchers... In short, all kinds of men with strange identities and high status gathered directly at the gate of the castle, persistently Waiting for the master to come out.

Every time Xing Su goes out, she will be baptized by the jealous eyes of countless people.

Especially an outdated Internet celebrity inside, dressed in a sloppy beggar's outfit, with dyed red hair, colored contact lenses and nose studs, with the most fierce and violent eyes, as if he wanted to rush up to fight him at any time.

For some reason, Xing Su wanted to beat him up every time he saw him.

It's a gut-wrenching distaste.

He asked Ning Zhe: "Master, who are these people?"

Ning Zhe stood in front of the blinds, looking down through the thick dark red velvet curtains.

The refraction of sunlight casts patches of mottled light and shadow on his snow-white and delicate face, flickering like stars, dim and unclear, with a beautiful and profound meaning.

Xing Su was stunned for a moment.

He had never seen such a master.

While watching those strange men, the owner was not the one he knew.

It was as if a noble but lifeless exquisite sculpture suddenly came alive at that moment.

Xing Su looked at his master who was still indifferent, and suddenly Fuzhi realized in his heart that something had gradually moved away from him the moment Li Ting appeared.

"stranger."

Ning turned back to him and left the window.

This time, he didn't touch Xing Su's head.

Ning Zhe used to like to touch Xing Su's head very much, every time before leaving, he would definitely touch him.

Hugging the master's waist, burying it on his chest, letting him touch his head more, has almost become Xing Su's daily habit.

In order to let the master touch himself more, he also deliberately permed his short fluffy curly hair, which feels very good to the touch.

He subconsciously hopes that he will not grow taller, so that he can always rely on and be close to his master.

But now, Ning Zhe doesn't touch him anymore.

Not only today, but for several days.

The time the master stood by the window became longer and longer, but the time spent talking with him became shorter and shorter.

He was a little apprehensive.

But he could only try his best to hide those awkward little emotions in his heart, not wanting to worry the master.

When he was in a daze, there was a knock on the door, saying that his script had been delivered.

There were no servants in the castle, so Xing Su went to open the door by himself.

As soon as the heavy and simple door opened, a figure rushed over, pressed him hard to the ground, and grabbed his neck.

"You..." Xing Su's eyes widened.

It's the Internet celebrity who plays games in a hurry.

He has been wandering around the castle for the past few days, as if he really wanted to come in.

Xing Su asked someone to drive him away, and he came back after a while, covered in blood, still staring at the castle, refusing to leave no matter what.

The Internet celebrity sneered, and grabbed his throat, "This king only asks you once, where is Aning?"

Xing Su was stunned.

Anin...

Is it the owner's name?

Xing Su suddenly remembered that he never seemed to know the master's name.

The first time the master saw him, he gave him a name, and then asked him to call himself "master".

Xing Su always thought that the master was the master, he never thought that the master had a name.

His pupils were a little absent-minded, and he even ignored the title of "the king" that should have been the weirdest.

Seeing him stunned, the Internet celebrity was afraid that he would really be strangled to death by herself, Ning Zhe would be angry, frowned, and quickly let go of him, and walked past him into the castle.

Outside the castle, there were still several other men squatting guarding.

"Do you think Ningyan can do it?"

It was Li Ting who spoke, dressed in a long black trench coat, extremely handsome.

A gentle man wearing silver-rimmed glasses and a white coat immediately sneered: "Oh, I think he's not doing enough!"

"No hurry," the stern man in the military uniform said in a deep voice, "Let him explore the way first, if it doesn't work..."

If it doesn't work, it's Ning Yan's own fault, it's none of their business.

Several men thought at the same time in their hearts, and at the same time coldly curled their lips, the corners of their lips were all curved in the same way.

in the study.

Ning Zhe is reading a book.

The thick ancient books recorded every detail of the world he once lived in.

He always felt a little strange, as if something happened that he didn't know about during his absence.

Something about 67 that he doesn't know about.

Just then, the door was knocked.

There are only Ning Zhe and Xing Su in the castle.

At home, in order not to make Xing Su feel oppressed, Ning Zhe usually hides his strength.

So at this time, he didn't know what was going on outside, he thought that Xing Su was looking for him, so he asked him to come in.

However, when the door opened, what was revealed was not Xing Su's cute and cute young face.

It's a man with dyed red hair, ear studs, nose studs, lip studs, and riveted Martin boots beggar pants... um, kill Matt?

Ning Zhe used a newly learned word in this world.

"Aning..."

Sha Matt stared at him in a daze, his lips trembling, he staggered over, and slowly stretched out his hand towards him, his eyes mournful.

"A-Ning, I saw you..."

Ning Zhe's eyes fell unconsciously on the scrawny hand extended by Shamat, and he saw his long and pointed nails at a glance.

There seemed to be some black stuff that seemed to be dirt in the nails.

...Well, kind of don't want to be touched.

Ning Yan didn't know what the man opposite was thinking, so she stretched out her hand excitedly and wanted to hug him.

"A Ning!"