I'm a killer with no emotions

Lin Yunlan didn't understand what was wrong with him.

He is God and he should love his people.

But when he killed someone, he didn't feel guilty at all, and even his blood was racing, and he seemed to be excited about it.

He lowered his eyes to see the blood on his hands, and the struggling and crying people in the village, and suddenly hooked his lips, turned and left.

At this moment, a dark emotion had already begun to grow in his heart.

In the shrine, No. 59 found the demon who spread the plague everywhere, and when he saw Lin Yunlan came back, he wanted to tell him.

Before he passed, suddenly No. 3037 grabbed him and dragged him back.

"......What's wrong?"

3037 squinted his eyes, looked at the same white-clothed Lord God as usual, and stood in front of him calmly.

Lin Yunlan's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at him with a gentle smile, "What's wrong?"

No. 3037 shook his head and told him the whereabouts of the plague.

"I see, thank you for your hard work, and leave the rest to me."

No. 3037 saluted him respectfully, and forcibly pulled No. 59 away who didn't notice anything.

He simply cleaned up No. 59, and asked him to leave the Jingu immediately and go to the small world to do tasks.

No. 59 was unwilling and insisted on staying by Yunlan's side.

No. 3037 couldn't resist him, so he knelt down in front of him and hugged his waist: "Senior, please."

"Let go! You, what are you going to do!?"

No. 59 was angry and anxious, and his face was red.

No. 3037 didn't say the reason, but hugged his waist tightly and looked up at him: "I can't tell senior now, but please listen to me, just this time, I will listen to senior whatever senior wants to do in the future, okay?" good?"

No. 59 was moved: "Really?"

No. 3037 nodded, and No. 59 narrowed his eyes to look at him, "Remember what you said."

Soon he went to the small world, No. 3037 breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked at the temple standing among the vast clouds, with a dignified expression.

......

Ning Zhe came out of the small village and had nowhere to go for a while, so he went back to the house he originally bought in the city.

After several months of not returning, the house is already covered with a layer of dust, and there is an extra guest.

Xing Su looked at the shivering beggar hiding in the corner, then turned to look at Ning Zhe, "Master, do you want to drive him out?"

"Wait."

Ning Zhe walked over, stretched out his hand to touch the beggar's body lightly, his fingertips shimmered and penetrated into the beggar's body, and then said: "Okay."

The beggar crouched under the cobweb-strewn table, raised his head from his messy, dirty hair, and gave him a silent look.

Xing Su didn't know how to describe that look, it seemed to be full of crazy, paranoid possessiveness and affection, and it seemed to be empty, with nothing.

But in his heart, subconsciously, he felt a little uncomfortable.

He stood in front of Ning Zhe, pulled the beggar up and pushed him out, "Go, go, this is not where you should come."

The beggar didn't look at him, but glanced inside, staring straight at Ning Zhe with a pair of dark eyes.

"I......"

He spoke, his voice hoarse.

"I have nowhere to go... Can you, let me, stay, I can do anything."

He knelt on the steps and kept kowtowing to Ning Zhe.

Soon there was a pool of blood on the ground.

Xing Su glanced at Ning Zhe, and found that he was staring at the pool of blood in a daze.

"Owner?"

Ning Zhe came back to his senses, patted his head, "Let him stay, just need a cleaner."

I can do these little things too.

Xing Su muttered something in his heart, but did not refute Ning Zhe, and nodded in agreement.

The three of them cleaned up the house together, and bought some clothes, bedding, furniture and other things.

Dinner is three bowls of noodles from Ning Zhe.

The beggar held the bowl flattered and couldn't believe it was for himself.

"Grand master..."

Ning Zhe raised his eyebrows and glanced at him with a cold expression: "Call Master."

The beggar was startled, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, "Yes! Yes, master..."

Ning Zhe put the noodle bowl in front of him, and sat on the table by himself.

The beggar dared not sit with him, picked up the bowl tremblingly, and shrank in the corner.

The cautious and humble appearance seemed familiar.

Xing Su frowned slightly.

After eating, the beggar consciously took away the dishes and went to wash them.

When Ning Zhe was sleeping at night, Xing Su ran over with the quilt in his arms.

"Master, I can't sleep."

Ning Zhe noticed that he was in a bad mood, so he hugged him and tucked him into his bed, touched his soft curly hair, and asked him what was wrong.

Xing Su quietly huddled in Ning Zhe's arms, and asked him: "Master, are we not going back?"

"A Su doesn't like it here?"

"No." Xing Su shook his head, "It's just a little uncomfortable."

He inquired about it during the day. In this world, there is a god named Yun Lan, who has done many earth-shattering events and is the patron saint of this place.

But Xing Su felt inexplicably disgusted with this so-called God.

"Obviously..."

It is obvious that a master like this is the most worthy of being called a god.

Xing Su pursed her lips, but didn't say anything, and said another thing.

"Master, I don't like that beggar, can you drive him out?"

Xing Su has always been well-behaved, Ning Zhe did not expect him to take the initiative to say such self-willed words.

He stroked the boy's soft cheeks, and asked softly, "Why?"

"I don't know, I always feel like I've seen it somewhere."

Ning Zhe's eyes flashed, and he chuckled, "Then drive him out tomorrow."

He patted Xing Su on the back, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

On the second day, before Xing Su could drive away the beggar who appeared inexplicably, the beggar fell ill.

When Ning Zhe walked into the firewood room, he saw a tall man lying on a straw mat with an unkempt face, his clothes were thin, and his whole body was hot.

"Master, he seems to have a fever."

Ning Zhe frowned.

He originally wanted to cure this person directly with divine magic and let him leave, but Xing Su thought of what happened to the villagers before and stopped him immediately.

"Don't! I'll ask the doctor, master, don't do anything."

Ning Zhe bent down to look at him and touched his face, "Didn't Ah Su miss him?"

"But I don't want anything to happen to the master."

Xing Su hugged him and took the money and went out quickly.

Ning Zhe straightened his body, glanced at the beggar lying on the ground, turned and left without saying anything.

The doctor prescribed some medicine and asked Xing Su to catch it and boil it.

But the beggar's illness has been repeated repeatedly, and he never gets better.

Although Xing Su didn't like him, but he was pure in heart and couldn't bear to throw him out to die, so he kept procrastinating to drive him away.

After autumn, the beggar finally recovered from his illness.

He washed himself with water and went to find Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe was playing chess, when he saw him coming, he raised his eyes.

The beggar has been living in the woodshed these days, rarely appearing in front of Ning Zhe, plus his hair has always been disheveled, and his face is covered with dirty mud. Ning Zhe didn't know his appearance until today.

It's unremarkable, the kind you can't see when you throw it in the crowd.

Ning Zhe glanced at it, then lowered his head and played against himself.

The beggar knelt at his feet and said, "Thank you master."

Ning Zhe didn't raise his eyebrows, "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you, Master, for not driving out the servant, but for treating him."

"Then you should thank Ah Su."

The beggar moved his lips: "Yes, the servant will go later."

After he finished speaking, he bowed his head respectfully to Ning, then got up and left.

"and many more."

Ning Zhe called him to stop.

The beggar paused, turned around, and waited respectfully for his order with his head down.

From a glance, this is a loyal servant, no one will pay extra attention to him.

Ning Zhe stared at him quietly, a dark blue light seemed to flash in the bottom of his eyes.

The beggar felt a little uneasy when he saw him, and rubbed his hands, at a loss, "Master, master..."

"What's your name?"

"......what?"

Ning Zhe repeated, "I ask what your name is."

The beggar shook his head blankly, "I...I don't know..."

He was in the house when he woke up.

His subconscious mind told him to wait for the owner of the house to come back, to stay by his side, and to protect that person.

He sat there without eating or drinking, and waited for several months.

The beggar knew at the first sight of Ning Zhe that the person he was waiting for had appeared.

He doesn't have any memory, he only remembers that the owner of the house is called Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe likes candied haws.

Ning Zhe likes watching TV and romance novels

Ning Zhe likes to eat instant noodles.

Ning Zhe doesn't like people calling him a monster.

Ning Zhe doesn't like others being taller than him.

Ning Zhe doesn't like himself.

The beggar remembered all his likes and dislikes about Ning Zhe, but he couldn't remember who Ning Zhe was.

Naturally, he couldn't remember anything about himself.

Seeing his blank expression, Ning Zhe smiled, "Since I don't know, how about I give you a name?"

The beggar stared blankly at him.

"It's called..." Ning Zhe stared at the man's dark and ignorant eyes, opened his mouth softly, and said two words with his thin lips: "Lu Qi."

"......how?"

The beggar was stunned for a long time, and finally came to his senses, with a bit of joy on his face, he knelt down and stammered, "Thank you, thank you master..."

Ning Zhe waved his hand, said: "Come to my room at night", and let him go back.

He looked up at the sky.

The sun is setting, it's not early, it's time for Xing Su to come back.

Ning folded to the small kitchen.

When Xing Su rushed back excitedly, dinner was already set on the table.

While Xing Su was chowing down on the rice, he told Ning Zhe what he had seen and heard in the academy with great interest.

"Someone came to challenge me again today, and I punched him down. The method taught by the master is really useful!"

Ning Zhe smiled gently, and said gently: "Be gentle, otherwise you will cause trouble in the future."

"A Su is not afraid, A Su is protected by her master!"

Ning Zhe chuckled, and said nothing more.

He was worried that Xing Su would be bored here, so he specially sent him to Hengshan Academy.

Hengshan Academy is a well-known folk academy in Dai Viet, everyone in it is the proud son of heaven, with high morals, and they are not afraid of bringing down Xing Su.

So it seems that this decision is right.

After dinner, Xing Su accompanied Ning Zhe to read a book.

"By the way, master, have you heard that God is coming to our city of Heng?"

Ning Zhe paused.

Just as he was about to say something, the door suddenly opened.

A timid figure of a beggar appeared at the door, "Master, master..."