I'm a killer with no emotions

Qin Shen fell into a pool of blood.

Ning Zhe glanced back, his eyes calm.

Lin Feishuang laughed: "Can't bear to part with your old friend?"

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, looked at Lin Feishuang, and corrected him with a straight face: "He is not my old friend."

His serious look is a bit interesting.

Lin Feishuang was overjoyed, and couldn't help but grab his face twice.

Soft, tender, and a little fragrant.

Like the milk cake from Aunt Wang Ma's house in Southeast Lane.

Lin Feishuang thought so, and turned around, heading for the southeast alley.

The two passed the alley where they bought candied haws just now.

The little girl with white cloth strips on her eyes was still sitting there, quietly.

The little girl has a delicate face, gentle and pleasant, like a person.

Ning Zhe stared at her closely.

Lin Feishuang pretended not to see it.

The milk cake of Aunt Wang Ma's family is famous far and wide, and it is a product of imperial tribute.When Lin Feishuang arrived, he happened to meet a group of servants who went out to buy from the palace. The leader was Babao, the great eunuch who used to serve in the empress's womb.

Ning Zhe turned his head immediately, and buried his whole face in Lin Feishuang's arms.

Lin Feishuang laughed: "Why are you shy?"

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

Babao met Lin Feishuang, came up to greet him respectfully, and couldn't help but glance at Ning Zhe.

Lin Feishuang said: "A newly picked slave."

"So that's how it is, Mr. Witch Envoy is very lucky." A clear smile appeared on Babao's fair face, and he said again: "Before I leave the palace, I saw that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent someone to the temple, and I want to invite Mr. Witch Envoy into the palace. Xiaoxu."

Lin Feishuang raised his eyebrows slightly, "The sacrificial temple has long been dilapidated and useless. It's hard for His Royal Highness to remember it, but I don't know why."

"The slave doesn't know too much, so I venture to guess..." Babao lowered his voice, leaned forward and said, "Perhaps it has something to do with the pet that His Royal Highness lost..."

The tip of Ning Zhe's ear trembled slightly, which made Lin Feishuang notice it, and stretched out his hand to rub his ear.

Seeing this, Babao said casually: "It's a coincidence that the new favorite of the Witch Envoy is also a succubus."

Lin Feishuang hooked his lips, "It's indeed a coincidence."

At this time, the follower has bought the milk cake.

Lin Feishuang took out the bag of gold from Ning Zhe's arms, handed it to the waiter, and said with a smile, "Thank you, father-in-law, for your reminder today."

Babao accepted it with a happy smile.

After exchanging a few words of pleasantries, they each left.

Ning Zhe lay on Lin Feishuang's shoulder, his eyes still staring at the bag of gold that was getting farther and farther away.

The gold he bought with his life is gone.

Ning Zhe had never seen so much money in his life, but Lin Feishuang gave it away casually.

"He gave me a chance to make a fortune, so naturally I deserve this bag of gold."

Ning Zhe looked at him puzzled.

"Witchcraft was prevalent in the Tianqi Dynasty. In the early years, the Witch God's Temple guarded the gate of sealing demons, and it was the most sacred place in Tianqi."

Lin Feishuang sighed as he spoke, "But it's just the early years."

"Since the door to seal the demons was opened decades ago, countless demons rushed out and destroyed the witch formation of the temple, the status of the temple has plummeted, and it has declined to the point where it has not even been mentioned in the past two years. .”

Ning Zhe understood, "Eunuch Babao brought up the matter of inviting adults to enter the palace before Prince Qing...?"

Lin Feishuang showed a sarcastic smile, "Otherwise, why do you think His Royal Highness would think of my dilapidated temple? Naturally, someone said from the side. Whether it is what he said or what others said, I owe it to you." It's a personal favor."

Ning Zhe seemed to understand but nodded.

Lin Feishuang looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "I heard that the succubus is so stupid that they can understand these things?"

Ning Zhe clenched his hands slightly into fists, lowered his head uneasily, his thick eyelashes trembling like small fans.

Lin Feishuang narrowed his eyes slightly, with suspicion in his eyes, but said nothing.

Ning Zhe felt relieved, leaned on his shoulder again, closed his eyes, and rubbed his head against his chest.

A blue light flashed across his eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, a small stream of memory fragments flowed into Ning Zhe's mind along the blue light.

I do not know how long it has been.

When Ning Zhe opened his eyes, Lin Feishuang had already stopped.

What appeared in front of us was a magnificent ancient altar and shrine building, which was almost exactly the same as the Astrology Pavilion in Dayue.

The only difference is that the temple of the Xingxing Pavilion is made of the purest snow jade in the world, and the whole body is white and flawless.

However, the Witch God Temple of the Tianqi Dynasty used some kind of stone. The walls were dark and dirty, and there was a gloomy and decadent atmosphere from top to bottom.

The spirit of the temple is exhausted, no wonder it will become more and more declining.

Lin Feishuang took it for granted, and took Ning Zhe into the temple.

Ten feet away from the central altar, Ning Zhe smelled a strong and disgusting smell of blood.

Lin Feishuang took the milk cake bag in the attendant's hand and opened it, and a mellow and rich milk fragrance spread in the air, covering up the unpleasant smell of blood.

Ning Zhe's eyes fell on the white and soft milk cake.

Seeing this, Lin Feishuang pinched a piece with his fingertips and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ning Zhe's mouth bulged slightly, recalling the scattered memories he had just acquired.

Lin Feishuang actually doesn't like sweets.

In the past, he bought this thing only to dispel the ubiquitous smell of blood in the air.

The entire sacrificial temple was stained with the blood of countless human races in the tragic battle against demons ten years ago, and it will never be erased.

Lin Feishuang hated everything about the Demon Race.

However, the one who is most familiar with the demons is Lin Feishuang, who has guarded the Demon Sealing Gate for 20 years.

Ning Zhe slowly swallowed the pastry in his mouth, looking at something in the temple.

On the way, the two met a servant who came to invite Lin Feishuang to the palace.

Entering the palace is a big event, so naturally you can't bring irrelevant people with you.

Lin Feishuang asked the servant to take Ning Zhe away, and then left with the servant.

The attendant obeyed the order, took Ning Zhe into a room, and locked it from the outside.

Ning Zhe ran down from the couch with bare feet, knocked on the door, and asked in a low voice, "You, what are you doing..."

There was a slight fear in the voice.

Facing such a beautiful young man, the attendant couldn't swear, so he could only comfort him: "Don't be afraid, the temple is very dangerous. Your lord is just worried that you will hurt yourself by running around."

The doors and windows of the house were closed, airtight, and not even a ray of light could seep in.

Layers of thick curtains cover it, and it seems that there are man-eating ghosts hiding in it.

Ning Zhe pressed his body against the door in fear, sobbing slightly, "I...I'm afraid..."

The attendant glanced at the companion beside him, not knowing how to deal with it.

"This is what the adults ordered, young master, don't make it difficult for me."

There was a moment of silence in the door, and after a long while, the young man's soft and humble begging voice came out, "I won't go out, can you...can you come closer...so that I won't be afraid. …”

The attendant glanced at each other, moved his footsteps, and took a step towards the closed door.

"Ok?"

There was no response from behind.

The attendant looked back curiously.

At this moment, the carved wooden door suddenly made a "creak" sound and opened from the inside.

The petite and thin figure of the young man appeared in front of the door.

Wearing a loose and off-the-shoulder snow-white underwear, her skin is translucent and fair, and her white and round feet are bare on the ground, reflecting the dark brocade curtain hanging in the room behind her, making her look unreasonably smart and seductive.

No one outside the room had time to take care of these things. All they could think about was - how could the door lock, which was sealed with powerful witch power, be opened so easily? !

The attendant's eyes widened, his eyes moved down, and suddenly he met the boy's pupils which were flickering with faint blue cold flames.

In just a moment, he was in a trance, and Ning Zhe controlled his mind.

The rest of the people are also the same as him.

Ning Zhe stepped out of the room and said calmly, "Take me to the place where the bones of the witch god are enshrined."

The attendant replied blankly: "Of order."

......

The ancient country of Dayue believed in gods, while the Tianqi Dynasty worshiped the shaman.

The gods have always been the masters of this continent since ancient times.

When the ancient country of Dayue was in its prime, the Tianqi Dynasty didn't even exist.

It wasn't until the emergence of the witch lord that he single-handedly established the Tianqi Dynasty and supported the demons to compete with the gods, so that the entire continent was divided into two major forces: gods and witches.

In the great war that could almost destroy the world 300 years ago, the god of heaven was defeated by the witch master and fell.

Since then, the ancient country of Dayue has not been protected, and its national strength has been declining year by year, until it was completely defeated by Tianqi not long ago.

Although the ancient country of Dayue still exists today, it is just a small country lingering at Tianqi's feet.

However, the Tianqi Dynasty has a secret that even Prince Qingluan doesn't know.

——The bones of the fallen witch master can revive the gods.

Perhaps other people don't know that Ning Zhe has been the emperor for so long, and was taught by the high priest himself.

No one knows this better than him.

As long as God reappears in the human world, the ancient country of Dayue will be able to reappear the glory of yesterday.

Ning Zhe didn't care what would happen to Da Yue, but he had to do it.

He grew up among the dead, fed on carrion, had no father or mother, and had no memory, as if he came out of the dead out of thin air.

However, ever since he became conscious, there has been a voice in his body urging him to resurrect God.

As long as he didn't obey the order, the voice would torture him day and night, causing him great pain in his soul.

Meeting Lin Feishuang was just a coincidence.

Ning Zhe felt the aura of the Witch Master from him, and remembered this long-hidden thing, so he came with him.

He deliberately said the name "Ning Zhe" to Lin Feishuang.

It coincided with the reopening of the door to seal the demons, Lin Feishuang would never let the demons invade the Tianqi Dynasty again.

It is precisely because Lin Feishuang also has plans for him that he can go so smoothly.

While thinking about it, Ning Zhe followed the attendants to the burial place of the witch master.

The place is empty and desolate, the wind is fierce, and there is no grass growing around it. Only a deep well in the center is constantly churning out dark, cold stagnant water.

The water has a corrosive effect, and it is precisely because of this that this place is so desolate.

Ning Zhe controlled the attendant and asked him to guard outside, while he walked up to the deep well, stepped up and jumped down.

......

Lin Feishuang, who was far away in the Tianqi Imperial Palace, felt his heart skip a beat and stood up abruptly.