I'm a killer with no emotions

"Why do you ask? Don't believe me?"

No. 67 laughed in a lazy voice, as if it was just a casual mention.

Ning Zhe stared at the void and asked seriously: "Can I trust you?"

Number 67 fell silent.

A deadly atmosphere spread in the dark system space.

After a while, No. 67 broke the topic.

"The Xing Xing Pavilion blocks the killing curse for Ning Yan, the abuse value increases by 5%, saves Ning Yan from Yunlan, the abuse value increases by 10%, and when Ning Yan lets go of the last drop of blood, the abuse value increases by 25%."

With Ning Yan alone, the value of being abused is almost full.

The tone of No. 67 was inexplicable, and he said flatly: "Currently, the value of being abused is 90%."

Ning Zhe's dark eyes suddenly lit up, twinkling like stars.

Seeing his happy appearance, No. 67 couldn't help chuckling, breaking his hope.

"But Ning Zhe, you are dead now, how can you continue to do the mission?"

Ning Zhe was taken aback for a moment, his dark eyes were a little dazed, obviously not understanding what he meant.

"Stay here, you won't gain any abuse value, Ning Zhe, if you want to save Ning Xuan, you can only be reborn."

The tone of No. 67 is cold and chilling for no reason, "Didn't you ask me the price of rebirth before, that is to sacrifice the value of being abused."

Ning moved his lips, "Why..."

"Why?" 67 repeated, his voice suddenly lowered, revealing an infinitely cold chill, "There is no reason!"

"Resurrection requires energy, but Ning Zhe, why should I waste energy helping you? Give me your abuse value, or I won't make a move."

"Have you thought about what to do?"

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his eyelids.

Without the silver, it meant those piercing pains, and he had to taste them again.

Ning Zhe thought of Ning Yan, and the torture methods that made him want to survive or die.

He squeezed his fingers tightly, and the stars in his eyes gradually disappeared.

He didn't want to see Ning Yan again.

No. 67 thought he was going to cry, and said indifferently: "Don't think that this little trick is useful to me. It's just a deal between me and you. If you have no use value, I will abandon you at any time."

"Ning Zhe, this time, even if you cry, I won't help you."

It was just unexpected that the boy's eye sockets were not wet.

After a moment of silence, he moved his lips and said slowly, "I understand."

The voice is soft and obedient, so light and weightless.

And almost at the moment when he said this, 67 heard a voiceless "ding", and the abused value progress bar moved forward by a small grid.

Number 67 froze.

He went to see Ning Zhe.

However, the young man looked calm, his eyes were black and transparent, as cold as if nothing had happened.

67 almost thought that the sudden increase in the heart rate was just his illusion.

It's just the bright progress bar reminding him that it's true.

Ning Zhe was sad because of his words?

No. 67 said softly: "Ning Zhe... what were you thinking just now?"

Ning Zhe blinked, "I want to watch TV."

"???"

Damn, it's still an illusion.

He was deceived by lard, so he thought that this emotionless host would be sad.

Ning Zhe will probably never know how he felt when he woke up from hibernation and saw a cold corpse.

"No. 67, I'm hungry."

The instigator didn't even know it.

67 snorted coldly: "You're a hungry ass."

Ning Zhe touched his stomach and didn't speak, his expression listless.

He hadn't eaten a grain of rice for many days, and when Ning Yan locked him up, he didn't give him food at all.

I managed to feed him once that day, and I only gave him porridge, not even the minced meat.

Even more stingy than Huo Chen.

Just when Ning Zhe was downcast, there was a glimmer of light in front of his eyes, and a bowl of tea suddenly floated in the air.

"what is this?"

"Fat house happy water."

Ning Zhe had some confusion in his eyes, and No. 67 said impatiently, "Hurry up and drink."

"……Oh."

Like a chicken pecking at rice, Ning Zhe stuck out his tongue and tasted it.

Suddenly, his eyes widened slightly, he held the tea bowl tightly as if he had found a treasure, and carefully drank it down one sip at a time.

In the end, he burped his stomach and stared at the stains in the tea bowl with burning eyes, as if he wanted to lick the bowl clean.

"You have been emperor for three years, why is it as if you have never eaten anything? Those who don't know think..."

"?? Fuck! You really want to lick! Put down the bowl!"

The teacup disappeared out of Ning Zhe's hand.

Ning Zhe was a little disappointed, he licked his pink and soft lips, and asked, "No. 67, is there any more?"

No. 67 has a black thread, "It's gone!"

Do you really think you don’t need energy? ?

At this time, No. 67 has completely forgotten that he said just now that he would not waste energy helping Ning to fold such words.

Ning Zhe blinked, and suddenly said: "Huo Chen also has it."

The voice of No. 67 said coldly, "What is it?"

"Fat house happy water."

When he was at Huo Chen's house, one night Huo Chen healed him, so he fed him this sweet soup.

Ning Zhe frowned again.

He remembered that in the water prison, someone fed him and drank.

When No. 67 heard Ning Zhe's words, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"...you're a quick learner?"

Ning Zhe looked serious: "Master said before that I am very smart."

"..."

I've never seen someone boasting so much about himself.

No. 67 thought of that mysterious and noble man like a god, and said lightly: "He's lying to you. Ning Zhe, you can't believe a man's words, they are the same as Ning Yan."

Ning Zhe thought for a while and asked him, "No. 67, are you the same as them?"

"What do you think, Ning Zhe, do you think I can be trusted?"

Ning Zhe thought for a while, tilted his head, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a soft and obedient smile appeared on his fair-skinned bun face.

But did not answer the question of 67.

"Little devil."

67 let out a light snort, but no sound.

Ning bent his eyebrows, squatted down and sat on the ground.

After a while, he said softly, "No. 67."

Number 67 was too lazy to talk.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and called again: "No. 67."

The voice is as soft as the clouds in the sky, which can turn the heart into a puddle of water.

No. 67 said in a cold tone, "What are you doing?"

Ning Zhe curled his fingertips slightly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and whispered, "I want to watch TV."

No. 67 made no sound.

Ning Zhe clenched his fists in his small hands, and opened those black and beautiful cat eyes, looking stubborn and pitiful.

"..."

Number 67 forgot what he just said again.

The dark space suddenly brightened, and a soft sofa suddenly appeared under Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe was slightly stunned, grasping the edge of the strangely shaped "soft couch", a little at a loss.

But immediately, he was attracted attention.

I saw a huge screen slowly unfolding in the air.

On the screen, a group of anthropomorphic lambs appeared on the green grassland, laughing and chasing each other.

Ning Zhe's dark and deep obsidian pupils lit up again.

The voice of No. 67 was cold, "Take it, stay here and watch TV obediently, don't run around."

After speaking, there was no sound.

Ning Zhe lowered his head, spread out his palms, and saw a bright red candied haws in his hand.

……

67 broke away from Ning Zhe's consciousness, created a phantom, and left the system space.

This is a quiet bamboo forest. There are countless formation barriers outside the forest, as if they are guarding someone.

Ning Zhe's body was lying in a transparent cold jade coffin. A young and handsome priest in white stood in front of the coffin, chanting words, and spit out a series of incomprehensible spells from his pale lips.

A gurgle of blood flowed out from the priest's feet and slowly seeped into the jade coffin.

A moment later, the cold jade coffin slightly emitted a soft white light, slowly healing the wounds on the young man in the coffin.

At the same time, the young priest suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his feet shook slightly, and he fell to his knees in front of the jade coffin.

His face was pale, and he stretched out his blood-stained fingertips tremblingly, gently caressing the cold jade coffin, his movements were gentle and tender, as if touching the boy's face through the thin layer of jade.

"Azhe...wait a little longer, I can save you..."

"When you wake up, forget about Ningyan and Dayue, leave here and live the life you want to live."

"Azhe..."

The young priest leaned on the jade coffin, staring greedily at the young man inside, with a ray of sadness flowing from his clear and cold eyes.

"Sorry, I won't be with you anymore..."

The blood flowed more and more under his feet, and the light emitted from the jade coffin became more and more intense.

The young priest closed his eyes, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He seemed to see the young man in the cloud looking back, and stretched out a soft little hand towards him who was deep in the mud.

"right here?"

Suddenly, a deep voice came from outside the bamboo forest.

Xing Su suddenly opened his eyes, and a stern cold light flashed across them.

"Break the array."

The man outside the bamboo forest gave an order, and shortly thereafter, the barrier emitted waves of water ripples, and it seemed that it could not last long.

Xing Su clutched her chest and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He took a breath to suppress the severe pain in his heart, wiped the blood from his mouth, stood up with difficulty, and stared coldly outside the bamboo forest.

These people...these people...

Ah Zhe has been forced by them to the point of losing his life, and they still refuse to let him go!Do you have to watch Ah Zhe disappear in smoke before you are reconciled! ?

Now half of the forbidden technique has been completed, and he will never allow anyone to interrupt it!

Xing Su forcibly activated the little divine power left in his body to strengthen the barrier.

"It's useless."

67 said lightly, "Huo Chen and Ning Yan, both of them have much higher divine power than you."

Xing Su raised her head suddenly, with a ferocious expression: "Who!?"

The phantom of No. 67 stood on the cold jade coffin, unable to see its face clearly.

"You don't need to know who I am, as long as you know that I am not your enemy, that's enough."

However, he was clearly in front of Xing Su, but Xing Su couldn't see him.

Xing Su looked around vigilantly: "You, like them, are here to snatch Ah Zhe?"

"No." 67 said indifferently, "I'm here to help him escape."

"Ning Zhe's body is ruined. He lost his heart and all his powers. Even if he is resurrected, he won't live for long."

"Of course I know." Xing Su lowered his head with a gentle look on his face, "So, I will give him my heart."

As long as he can live, I will not hesitate.