I'm a killer with no emotions

The high priest was demoted for no reason and became an unworthy son.

But no matter what, he managed to sneak into the castle in the end.

Ning Zhechu didn't accept him at the beginning, so he sat quietly in front of the door, holding his small light card and waiting motionlessly.

A soft, white and tender little bun, sitting there pitifully, still has a lot of impact.

Ning Zhe finally opened the door and picked him up.

The high priest put his arms around his neck and was about to call him dad.

Ning Zhe said: "Shout again, and go to sleep outside."

The high priest obediently shut up.

Isn't it said on the Internet that you should call your father when you admit your mistake?Could it be fake?

He was a little puzzled, but he didn't say it.

Ning Zhe locked him in the bathroom and asked him to wash himself.

The high priest was not familiar with these utensils, so he directly used spells to clean his body.

Ning Zhe glanced at him and asked him to come over without saying anything.

The high priest walked in front of him, his voice was soft and somewhat indifferent: "Master."

Ning Zhe was silent for a moment, and asked him, "How did you get out?"

Even though these men's hands and eyes are open to the sky, they are still restricted in that world, and it is absolutely impossible for them to cross planes by themselves.

But strangely, he has been unable to find out the reason.

The high priest would not lie to him, and obediently said: "No. 67 made a deal with us."

"trade?"

"As long as we get the master's forgiveness and favor, we can stay with the master forever."

Ning Zhe paused.

He actually forgot about this person.

Then the scene he saw that day was probably arranged by 67.

This man is getting bolder and bolder, even daring to deceive him.

"anything else?"

"If you don't succeed, you die."

Ning Zhe sneered, "You guys actually believe it?"

The high priest shook his head, "I don't believe it, but this is the only way to see the master."

"So what if you see it." Ning Zhe looked cold.

Seeing it, it will only produce endless entanglement and pain.

And he didn't want to mess with anyone anymore.

The high priest narrowed his eyes, and there was still no expression on his white and soft face, but his voice lowered: "Master, do you hate me?"

Ning Zhe looked at him for a moment, then sneered: "I'm not your master, Yunlan is."

That is hate.

The high priest fell silent, a knife appeared in his palm, and he stabbed it into his heart without hesitation.

He spat out blood and knelt down in front of Ning Zhe, his body convulsed with pain.

"Master... don't be angry, I will give you my life back, don't be angry..."

His voice was intermittent, and every time he said a word, a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth, staining the carpet red.

Ning Zhe looked down at him with indifferent expression.

The high priest wanted to ask him if he could forgive himself.

But he dared not.

He has done too many wrong things, and he dare not ask for a little forgiveness.

"Master...Master..."

He murmured, and finally passed out.

As soon as Xing Su came back, he saw a child lying in a pool of blood with a sharp dagger stuck in his heart, which was shocking.

And his master was watching this scene indifferently, without even a wave in his eyes.

For some reason, at that moment, Xing Su suddenly felt that something had changed about the master.

The original master was powerful and noble, even though he seemed indifferent, Xing Su knew that he was actually soft-hearted.

But the current master, as if he suddenly lost his heart, was so cold that it made people shiver.

He felt a pain in his heart.

Walked over and hugged Ning Zhe, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

Xing Su went to kiss his cold side face, "Master, is it because of those men?"

"If they come again in the future, I'll let someone drive them away, okay?"

"Master, don't be unhappy. If you are unhappy, Ah Su will feel uncomfortable."

He buried his head in the socket of Ning Zhe's shoulders, and his voice carried the pain that had been buried for a long time.

"Xing Su."

After a moment of silence, Ning Zhe suddenly called out to him.

However, unlike before, this time Ning Zhe's voice was very cold, with undeniable toughness.

Xing Su felt a slight chill in his heart, as if he felt something.

"Go back to your room first."

"No, I..."

"obedient."

Xing Su's body was stiff for a long time, so he could only let go.

When he was leaving, he turned his head frequently, but he could only see the master's indifferent side face, without any tenderness from the past.

He only had eyes for the child.

After the room was quiet, Ning Zhe lowered his head and looked at the child in the pool of blood. His eyes were dark and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

The high priest didn't stay in a coma for long, and soon woke up.

When he met Shang Ning Zhe's gaze, he froze for a moment: "Master, why should I..."

"You can't die."

Ning Zhe lowered his head, pointed out his index finger, raised his chin, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Alian, you will never die."

He used his own life in exchange for the rebirth of these people, and they just wanted to apologize with death, how could it be so simple.

The high priest's lips turned pale.

Ning Zhe ignored him and got up to leave: "Clean up the ground and leave by yourself."

Of course the high priest will not go.

After cleaning up the pool of blood on the ground, he directly pulled out the dagger stuck in his heart, and followed Ning Zhe all the time. Wherever Ning Zhe went, he followed.

Then he saw how Ning Zhe treated Xing Su.

When Xing Su went out, he would personally wrap a scarf around him, send him to the door, hug him and even kiss him, telling him to be careful and to come back early.

When Xing Su came home, he would help Xing Su cook, make milk for Xing Su, and watch TV on the sofa with him in his arms.

Even the silly Chi Yue can sometimes be hugged by him and sit at the table with him to eat.

But the high priest never got a look from him.

He followed Ning Zhe all day long, his clothes and hair were messed up, his face was covered in blood and mud, and he soon became a little cat.

But Ning Zhe never looked down at him.

The high priest felt that he shouldn't care, as long as he could guard his master.

But when he saw Ning Zhe getting close to others, his heart would still feel sore and he would suddenly feel murderous.

This emotion is very strange, he has never experienced it before.

Later, when Huo Chen called him, the high priest asked him why.

Huo Chen told him that it was called jealousy.

Because he likes and wants to monopolize Ning Zhe, he is jealous of all the people who have close contact with Ning Zhe.

--like.

He has always respected Ning Zhe and regarded him as his faith.

But he never dared to like that person.

This is blasphemy.

In the past, Ning Zhe had many god attendants, and when he was intimate with them, the high priest would only watch from a distance, never daring to have any strange thoughts.

But now, Huo Chen said that he fell in love with Ning Zhe and that he was jealous of Xing Su.

After hanging up the phone, the high priest was silent for a long time, looked at the closed study, and walked slowly over.

"Owner."

He gave a soft cry.

Ning Zhe was reading a book inside, when he heard the voice, he froze for a moment and didn't speak.

"Master, do you know what liking is?"

After a moment of silence, the door opened.

Ning Zhe's figure appeared at the door.

The high priest looked up at him, his small face was gaudy and dirty, but his gray pupils like glass were extremely clear.

Ning Zhe asked him: "Why do you ask this?"

"I seem to... fall in love with someone."

"and then?"

The high priest shook his head, "But I can't like him, I'm not qualified, and I don't know what to do."

He looked at Ning Zhe: "Is there any good way, Master?"

Ning Zhe smiled, his brows and eyes were curved, with a bit of gentleness: "Then go out your own heart."

He knelt down and poked the child's bloody heart: "Without a heart, there will be no feelings, and no love for others."

The High Priest watched him, silent.

"Scared?"

"But when you helped Yunlan hurt me back then, why didn't you know you were afraid? When you watched Huo Chen and Ning Yan torture me back then, why didn't you feel afraid?"

In the end, Ning Zhe still couldn't forget those tortures in his heart.

Every time he closed his eyes, there was blood in front of his eyes, blood left from everywhere on his body.

The pain seemed to have passed, but it never disappeared from the bottom of his heart.

"Alian, I don't hate you, and I don't blame you."

Ning Zhe stretched out his hand and wiped the child's face, "But I don't want to see you, and I don't want to recall the past memory. It's no fun for you to continue humiliating yourself here. Go back."

Ning Zhe wanted to stand up and leave.

The high priest looked at the calm emotion in his eyes, and finally realized that if he couldn't make Ning Zhe change his mind this time, he would lose this person forever.

His heart beat fast, and suddenly he took a few steps forward with his short legs, hugged the man's neck tightly, and kissed his face carelessly.

"Master, don't...don't..."

Ning Zhe was caught off guard by his kiss on the cheek, froze for a moment, and was about to push him away when his face suddenly became hot.

The child cried.

Tears wet the long eyelashes, rolled down from the tightly closed eye sockets, and drew a bright water mark on the dirty face.

Ning Zhe paused.

But with just this moment of hesitation, the high priest had already lifted the spell on his body, turned into a tall man, pushed Ning against the wall, and kissed his lips desperately.

"Master, master...don't leave me."

While weeping, he trapped Ning Zhe in his arms, gently touched his body with his fingers, imitating what Ning Zhe had done to him before, trying to please him out of nowhere.

Ning Zhe was soon disheveled, his body flushed slightly.

He frowned.

He doesn't hate kisses, on the contrary, he loves the touch.

Many times when No. 67 kissed him, he would be very happy.

But now, when he kissed the high priest, he didn't feel comfortable, he just felt uncomfortable.

He wanted to push away the person on top of him.

But before he could make a move, there was a light on his body, and then his eyes went dark, and someone wrapped him in his arms.

Ning Zhe was stunned.

He smelled an extremely familiar cold breath that had almost been engraved into his soul.

Someone snorted coldly in his ear.

"Ning Zhe, did you kiss him with my consent?"