I'm a killer with no emotions

"Master, slave... The slave is coming..."

Lu Qi stood outside the door, clenched his fingers a little helplessly, and lowered his head, not daring to look at Ning Zhe.

The smile on the corner of Ning Zhe's lips faded unconsciously.

He let Xing Su go out first.

Before Xing Su finished speaking, he suddenly heard him rushing him away, and was stunned, "Master, I..."

"good."

Ning Zhe leaned over to rub his soft, fluffy curly hair, "A Su is obedient, I will take you out to play tomorrow."

Xing Su looked up at him blankly, opened her mouth, but there was no sound.

The master has always been like this, coaxing him like a child.

Xing Su liked this very much before.

But now he suddenly wanted to tell his master that he was no longer a child.

But in the end, Xing Su still shut up, without saying a word, nodded obediently, and stepped back.

Lu Qi has been staring at Xing Su from the beginning to the end.

From the moment Ning Zhe touched his head, his gaze was fixed on his curly hair, until Xing Su left, still looking back at him.

For some reason, malice suddenly arose in his heart, and he really wanted to lose all of Xing Su's hair and hide it so that his master would not see it.

Lu Qi didn't know why he had such vicious thoughts.

He subconsciously felt that the person standing in Xing Su's position just now should have been himself.

Something seems to be...wrong...

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, Ning Zhe made a sound, interrupting his thoughts.

Lu Qi was startled and immediately knelt on the ground.

Ning Zhe's eyes were clear and penetrating, as if he had read all his dirty thoughts.

Lu Qi's heart beat violently, fearing that Ning Zhe's next sentence would drive him out.

"come over."

Fortunately, the other party didn't say anything.

Lu Qi turned around and closed the door before walking over.

Then Ning Zhe said calmly: "Kneel down and crawl over."

After a pause, Lu Qi bent his knees with almost no hesitation, put his arms on the ground, and slowly crawled up to Ning Zhe, looking up at him: "Master."

Ning curled his lips together: "Lu Qi, you really look like a lost dog now."

Lu Qi pursed his lips and said nothing.

In fact, he doesn't care what Ning Zhe says, as long as Ning Zhe doesn't drive him out, he is willing to do anything.

Ning Zhe probably also saw that he was thick-skinned, and he had no intention of humiliating him, so he simply kicked him over, "Go and wash up."

Lu Qi turned around obediently, and crawled directly into the cubicle.

Ning Zhe frowned: "Stand up and go!"

Lu Qi looked back at him, "Master, slaves can."

"You really treat yourself like a dog? If you don't need your legs, I can help you use them up."

If he is really useless, he may never be able to catch up with Ning Zhe again.

Lu Qi immediately stood up and went to the cubicle.

There was the sound of pattering water.

Ning Zhe leaned on the back of the chair, silently staring at the beam above his head, not knowing what he was doing.

Lu Qi should have fused other spirits now, but there was a mistake in the fusion process, which caused him to lose his memory now.

His current body is not his body, but the body of a demon.

He forcibly travels through time and space, is punished, his body has been torn apart, and he can only temporarily live in someone else's body.

Unfortunately he was out of luck.

Originally, his mind and soul had just merged, not yet complete, and very fragile.

But this demon clan is not dead yet, only the soul is suppressed now, when he wakes up, Lu Qi's soul may be swallowed up.

Not only that, but this Demon Race is an evil plague that spreads plagues everywhere.

The plague that Ning Zhe encountered in the village before was caused by this demon.

Now Da Xun and Jingu are trying their best to hunt down his traces, once found, he will die.

"Master...slave, wash up..."

Soon, Lu Qi came out of the cubicle.

Ning Zhe looked up and paused.

"...why don't you wear clothes?"

Lu Qi blushed, and held his crotch uncomfortably, "No, no..."

In fact, he doesn't have to be like this, because the appearance of his body is so ordinary that Ning Zhe doesn't even take a second look.

Ning Zhe found a piece of clothes for him to put on, pointed to the clean bed, and let him climb on it.

The tips of Lu Qi's ears were flushed, and he didn't know where to put his hands. He muttered, "Slaves, slaves don't serve people..."

Ning frowned.

Why did this person lose his memory and still think about these things?Sure enough, nature is hard to change.

He walked over to me, kicked the person onto the couch, and pressed him on top of him.

Lu Qi immediately closed his eyes, held his breath, his heart was beating nervously, waiting for Ning Zhe to be lucky.

However, in fact, Ning Zhe just wanted to help him suppress the plague demon's soul, and check the degree of his soul-soul fusion by the way.

He lightly touched Lu Qi's forehead with his fingertips, and within a moment, he entered Lu Qi's sea of ​​consciousness.

The spirit of the epidemic demon was imprisoned in a cage and was struggling.

Seeing Ning Zhe, he immediately roared angrily.

Ning Zhe thought it was too loud, and with a thought, he sealed his mouth.

He searched for a long time before he found Lu Qi's soul.

It can no longer be called the soul of a human being, it is just a small ball of light with chaos inside, full of rage and murderous intent.

Ning Zhe frowned, and stretched out his hand towards Guang Tuan.

The soul of No. 67 was bestowed by him, and it originally belonged to him. Even though he was ignorant at the moment, he still obediently flew towards him, restrained the attack on his body, and fell gently into his palm.

No. 67 probably violently fused the rest of the spirits, otherwise this situation would not have happened.

The soul has been completely shattered, completely devoid of sanity.

Even if Ning Zhe wanted to save him, he was helpless in this situation.

If it was replaced by the soul of an ordinary person, he still has the power to save him, but the soul of No. 67 was originally separated from him. He can save others, but he cannot save himself.

When Ning Zhe was meditating, Guang Tuan rubbed his palm affectionately, as if kissing his palm.

With a sigh, he poured some divine power into the light group to temporarily calm the light group before leaving.

When we came out, it was almost dawn.

Lu Qi lay on the couch, shaking with pain and dripping with cold sweat.

Forcibly invading the sea of ​​consciousness will inflict great pain on the master.

Ning Zhe frowned and looked at it for a moment, but still helped Lu Qi relieve the pain.

After dawn the next day, Xing Su made breakfast and came to him.

As soon as Ning Zhe woke up, when Xing Su came in, he saw his master in disheveled clothes, sleeping on the same bed with that beggar.

His face changed, and the hand holding the bowl was trembling.

Ning Zhe didn't notice, shook Lu Qi awake, and kicked him out with a cold expression.

Lu Qi looked dazed, and was shut outside the door with the quilt in his arms, his bare legs shivering in the cold wind.

Ning Zhe agreed to go out to play with Xing Su, after breakfast, changed into clean clothes, and led him out.

When Lu Qi saw him leaving, he also wanted to follow.

But a lot of work was left unfinished.

In a panic, he washed the dishes, wiped the floor, and quickly hung up the changed clothes before he hurried out to find Ning Zhe.