I'm a killer with no emotions

No. 67, together with the high priest, was packed and thrown out of the window by Ning Zhe without mercy.

No. 67 made a beautiful backflip and landed firmly on the ground, with the same demeanor.

In a hurry, a high priest fell from the sky and hit him right at him.

What does the high priest have to do with him.

Number 67 was about to duck out of the way.

Unexpectedly, Ning Zhe said flatly upstairs: "Your own things, you keep them yourself."

No. 67 paused, and could only reach out to catch the high priest.

The high priest has been severely tortured by Ning Zhexue in the past few days, and his body is covered in blood and dirt.

Immediately stained his expensive and elegant long trench coat with dirt.

No. 67 frowned, looked at the pale and weak man in his arms, and had the urge to burn him immediately.

Ning Zhe watched from upstairs, and said indifferently: "Take care of him."

"..."

Why!

The two of them haven't seen each other for so long, and he doesn't care about him at all!Let him take care of other men now!

But after Ning Zhe finished speaking, he closed the window and left, ignoring him.

No. 67 was full of grievances and had nowhere to vent, and the chill between his cold eyebrows and eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Micro-living lotus."

He looked down at the man in his arms, grabbed his throat and lifted it up, sneering: "Say, how do you pay me?"

The high priest pursed his lips slightly, "It's your fault."

"Ah......"

Weishenglian was turned back into a little bun by Anger 67, and she went looking for other scumbags by the back of her collar.

The five quickly assembled.

Also, Ning Yan didn't know how to take the bus, so he got lost in the city and was found by Huo Chen himself.

"Let go of me! Huo Chen, who gave you the courage to catch me!"

Ning Yan flipped his wrist and broke free from Huo Chen's restraint, staring at him coldly.

"My lord, in order not to cause trouble for others, you should stop running around in the future."

Huo Chen looked at the red-haired boy who had just reached the height of his chest, and raised the shackles in his hand, "Otherwise, this will serve you in the future."

Ning Yan sneered: "How dare you!"

In the next moment, with a sound of "pa—", the shackles have been fastened to Ning Yan's wrist.

But it wasn't Huo Chen's hand.

No. 67 unhurriedly cuffed the other bracelet to the railing of the corridor, kicked Ning Yan out of the room, closed the door, and walked towards the crowd with a faint smile: "Okay, everyone is here now."

Ning Yan's roar came from outside the door, as well as the sound of breaking the door.

No. 67 acted as if he didn't hear, walked to the sofa and sat down, "Let's talk about your tasks."

Huo Chen narrowed his eyes, "If I remember correctly, the agreed time has not passed halfway."

"That's true, but I don't want to wait."

Qin Shen raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "You want to break the contract?"

"Not counting."

No. 67 picked up the high priest who was forced to turn into a small bun in his hand, sat on the glass coffee table in front of him, and looked at him with a smile.

"It's just because this person wants to force Ning Zhe. Unfortunately, I don't want to see anyone touch my things."

The six gods and souls are now independent masters, each with its own thoughts, and it is not easy to integrate.

He originally wanted these people to go to Ning Zhe one by one, let Ning Zhe torture them well, and wait for these people to be discouraged before offering them the conditions for fusion.

It's a pity that he overestimated his patience.

Even though he knew that these people were all him, when he saw them touching Ning Zhe and seeing Ning Zhe softening towards them, he still couldn't help being jealous.

Insanely jealous and irritable, he can hardly control his murderous intentions.

Especially when Weisheng Lian kissed Ning Zhe, he even wished to kill his own soul with his own hands!

"You have broken the original agreement, so I don't intend to continue the contract with you."

No. 67 squeezed the high priest's soft face, smiling coldly.

"Weishenglian, if you want to blame, blame you for being so bold as to touch me."

The high priest has calmed down now, but the murderous intent in his eyes is still red, and the eye sockets are still red.

"Shut up! The master is not yours!"

As he spoke, he struggled to attack number 67.

But now he has a steamed stuffed bun, and the appearance of waving his little short hand is not only not threatening, but even too cute.

Make number 67 feel like he is bullying a child.

He let go of his hand in disgust, raised his eyebrows and looked at the high priest who rushed forward: "How do you know that he is not mine? Do you know where he came from? Do you know why he brought you back? Why is his body weak all the time? Do you know?"

The high priest made a move.

Huo Chen frowned: "The master is the body of the Supreme God, who was born with the sky, and took me back to the temple, but it was just pity for our miserable life experience, as for the frailty..."

Qingluan then said coldly: "Why was he weak? The master has always been the most powerful existence in the world!"

Although Qingluan was silent, she also thought so.

Only the high priest remained silent, with a dazed expression: "No, that's not right...he's right..."

Compared with the rest, he is the one who has been with the master the longest.

He used to be the closest to the master, and once watched the master's every move from a distance. He was the one who knew the master best among these few people.

——The master has someone in his heart.

——The master was wounded.

——The master brought them back for some reason.

This reason has troubled him for tens of thousands of years.

There was a pool of Shinto lotus in the shrine back then, why did the owner choose him alone?

Why him, is he the special one?Did the master choose him because he liked it, or for some other reason?

Such questions have been lingering in the depths of his mind since he was born, but he has never been able to get an answer.

"you know......"

The high priest grabbed the hem of No. 67's clothes, "You know the reason! Tell me! Tell me why!"

No. 67 glanced at the rest of the people, then looked down at the high priest, slightly pursed his lips, and there was a bit of embarrassing self-mockery in his clear eyes.

In the final analysis, the culprit was only him.

It was he who did not listen to dissuasion and made a big mistake, taking away half of Ning Zhe's soul.

It was his fault that Ning Zhe was designed by the main system to be reincarnated in the lower realm.

It was he who misjudged his own strength, scattered his soul to find him privately, lost his memory and became an unforgivable witch master, and finally killed Ning Zhe.

It was also he who tried every means to make Ning Zhe, who was reincarnated, suffer all kinds of torture and become the cold-hearted and cold-hearted look he is now.

It was his fault from beginning to end.

To Ning Zhe, his self-righteous love and self-righteous salvation are nothing more than layers of shackles of torture.

No. 67 frowned, with a calm expression, and told everything.

Including the fact that they are alone.

After he finished speaking for a long time, no one responded, and time seemed to freeze.

Light came in through the gaps in the heavy curtains, fine dust was flying loosely in the air, and it was quiet and peaceful.

No. 67 turned his head and quietly looked at the busy traffic outside the window.

"Do not......"

Qin Shen was the first to react, staggered back a few steps, leaned against the wall unsteadily, and shook his head.

"I don't believe it...it's impossible!"

In his right eye, a blood-colored tea flower suddenly bloomed, extremely coquettish and strange.

"Xuanhe?"

The high priest glanced at him, a little strange, not understanding why he reacted so strongly.

He was fairly calm.

Rather, he finally realized it suddenly, and a feeling that it should have been born in his heart.

All along, he hid in a corner with inferiority complex and admired Ning Zhe, and never thought that he had the ability to win Ning Zhe's favor.

Bound by doubts in his heart, he was the quickest to believe when he heard the reason.

Qingluan was still in a daze, not sure if she didn't react or was thinking about something else.

And Huo Chen lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

In the whole room, only Qin Shen was panting heavily. His head was covered with cold sweat, the blood in his right eye gleamed, and his whole body was trembling.

The high priest jumped off the coffee table, walked up to him, raised his head and frowned at him, "Xuanhe, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Shen knelt down and grabbed his shoulders: "Alian, you actually believe in such a fantasy?"

"Why don't you believe me." The high priest looked at him lightly, "I don't think he's lying."

This is a wonderful but indescribable feeling. The things that No. 67 said are as familiar as engraved in his soul.

Instinct told him that what No. 67 said was true.

Qin Shen backed away from him, shook his head, "No, I don't believe it..."

"If the seven of us are one, then what am I? What is our experience with our master in the past!? These tens of thousands of years of life, you are going to tell me now that I am just a part of someone else's soul, Have you never had your own thoughts!?"

"No, I don't trust him."

"I'm going to ask the master myself."

Qin Shen glanced at them, opened the room, and hurriedly left the room.

After the door opened, Ning Yan also walked in.

Although he has lost his martial arts and achieved nothing here, but after all he has been the prestigious Dingbei King for so many years, even a small handcuff can't stop him.

He stood in front of No. 67 and looked at him deeply: "Even if it is true, what are you going to tell us now?"

No. 67's black eyes flashed a beautiful and gorgeous streamer, and he smiled with his lips curled up: "You know what I'm for."

Of course Ning Yan knew.

Everyone knew that all they did was for one person.

—— Ning Zhe.

......

In the castle.

Ning Zhe sent Xing Su away to work, cooked a bag of instant noodles by himself, and watched Pleasant Goat on the sofa with the bowl in his arms.

Suddenly the window shattered with a bang, and a tall young man covered in blood rushed in, and fell to the ground along with shards of glass.

Ning Zhe paused.

The day before yesterday was Ningyan, the day before yesterday was Huo Chen, yesterday was the high priest, and today it was Qin Shen.

Are these men gourd babies coming to save grandpa?

What did they think of him here?Come and go as you want.

Ning Zhe put down the instant noodle bowl, stood up and walked to the people on the ground, "Prime Minister, I hope you came today, not to beg my forgiveness."

"......Owner."

Qin Shen raised his hand, grabbed his trousers with difficulty, looked up at him helplessly, his eyes panicked: "Please tell me, who the hell am I...?"