I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 213 You Are The Only One I'm Looking For From The Beginning To The End

All his things were stolen from Yun Lan.

Perhaps even the kindness that No. 67 treated him should not belong to him in the first place.

He shrank his body, suddenly a little listless.

"No." No. 67 picked him up, hugged his face and kissed him, forgetting it into his eyes, "The person I'm looking for, from the beginning to the end, is only you."

The man's voice was deep and hoarse, as pleasant as the ancient Xun sound played by Le Niang. His clear and indifferent eyes in the past contained the morning mist, hazy and beautiful, so gentle that it was unbelievable.

Ning Zhe obviously drank, but felt a little drunk.

Number 67 has become more and more strange recently, and it always makes him overwhelmed...

He was thinking in a daze, and heard No. 67 softly whispering in his ear: "Go to sleep, someone will call you."

An inexplicable sense of reassurance surged in his heart, Ning Zhe gripped the corner of No. 67's clothes tightly, blinked his sleepy eyes, and obediently closed them and fell asleep.

No. 67 lowered his eyes, gently hooked the loose hair on his cheeks behind his ears, and asked Xue and Ling lightly in his heart: "Have the things been delivered?"

Xue and Lingxi smiled, and patted their breasts childishly, "Don't worry, my lord! Everything is on my shoulders! Lin Yunlan bullies his master every day, this time he must be asked to return!"

"What else? Your master can protect him." No. 67's eyes fell on Ning Zhe's face, he curled his lips slightly, and smiled softly, "Ning Zhe, since you won't let him be killed, then give him some presents."

In the room of the high priest not far away.

Yun Lan was kneeling on the ground, clutching her chest, gasping for breath, sweating profusely from the pain all over her body.

"Alian...what's going on here, didn't you say that I can absorb his blood?! Why did it happen like this!"

Yun Lan's voice was exasperated, and she looked at the high priest with hatred.

Ning Zhe's divine veins are too much of a hindrance, with the divine veins present, this person will never die!He told Wei Shenglian before that he wanted to take Ning Zhe's blood.

Weishenglian clearly agreed, but now she suddenly told him that he could not fuse with Ning Zhe's blood essence, in other words, he would never be able to get Ning Zhe's body to recast his godhead!

The high priest stood in front of him, staring at the black blood spit out from his mouth on the ground, without saying a word.

"What's the matter? Wasn't it fine when it was fused before?" Yunlan asked him, enduring the severe pain in his body.

"Someone moved."

"Hands and feet? What hands and feet?"

The high priest closed his eyes and remained silent.

Yunlan couldn't see, but he could see clearly.

The blood spat out from his body accumulated a huge black resentment—someone connected the resentment souls of the demons who died innocently to Yun Lan.

The high priest closed his eyes, moved his mind slightly, and saw the scene in the deep pit of the Demon Realm, where the resentful soul that should have been formed had disappeared.

Sure enough, someone was doing something.

Is... that person?

The high priest frowned slightly, looking through the closed door at Ning Zhe who was sleeping on the couch.

There is no one else around him.

Not only tonight, but he has been observing Ning Zhe secretly in the past few days, and he has not noticed any changes around Ning Zhe.

But all the signs these days showed that someone was helping him.

...What secret is Ning Zhe hiding?

The next day.

When Ning Zhe woke up, he found himself sleeping in No. 67's arms, with a layer of soft and thick blankets under his body, his head resting on No. 67's arms, and his whole body was curled up in his arms, very comfortable.

And he didn't feel any discomfort or awkwardness, as if the two had been like this for many years.

As soon as this thought occurred to him, he blushed first, looked up at No. 67's beautifully shaped jaw, and poked his chest with his hand.

No. 67 opened his eyes, and his eyes were extremely awake, without any sleepiness.

He lowered his head to look at Ning Zhe, his thick and slender eyelashes like a feather fan gently curled up in gentle arcs, his eyes glowed with ice and snow, and every blink was like a feather sweeping at the tip of the heart.

Ning Zhe's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and finally managed to stabilize his mind, and asked him with a puffy face, "Why did you climb my couch again?"

No. 67 raised his eyebrows that slanted into his temples, and raised his hand to signal him to look, "Obviously you are the one who is holding on to me, I want to go, but you are holding me, crying and begging, not saying anything Keep saying hello to brother."

Ning Zhe's ears turned red, "You're lying."

He wouldn't be so aggressive.

No. 67 laughed and raised his chin, "You screamed really well last night, do you scream again?"

Ning Zhe turned his head, quickly got into the quilt to cover his face, wrapped himself up a few times, and rolled neatly to the corner to load the quail.

He called Xue and Ling out in his heart, and asked him quietly: "A Ling, is what No. 67 said true?"

Xue and Aya were stunned for a moment.

In fact, nothing happened last night. The master was quiet when he was sleeping. It was obvious that Master No. 67 insisted on squeezing onto the bed, hugged the master, and kissed and touched his face.

Ke Xue and Ling glanced at No. 67, and when they saw his expressionless face, their eyes flickered. For some reason, the word "fake" that was about to blurt out was abruptly twisted into "true" of".

No. 67 hooked his lower lip, avoiding Ning Zhe, and said to him in his heart, "Not bad."

Xue and Aya shuddered suddenly, almost showing their true colors in fright.

With Xue and Ling's affirmation, Ning Zhe shrunk his body even harder, covered his head tightly, and wished he could dig a hole and bury himself in it.

Xue and Ling were a little puzzled, the master obviously didn't care about anything in front of others, but why was he so sensitive every time he faced Mrs. 67.

He couldn't tell what it was like, but he could vaguely feel that when the master was in front of Mr. 67, he seemed to be happier and behaved more like a normal teenager.

It's just that I will be "bullyed" by Master No. 67 every time...

If the master regains his memory in the future, he will definitely tie up Master No. 67 and throw him into Xuanshuang Valley Pass for thousands of years. He must keep a distance from Master No. 67, so as not to be implicated by him...

Xue and Ling silently made a decision in their hearts.

When the sky was bright, Su woke up.

Ning Zhe had just been picked up from the couch by No. 67 to get dressed, when he saw him walk in with a basket of food boxes and pushed the door open, asking him if he was hungry.

Ning Zhecai ate a bowl of fried rice with eggs in the system space, and shook his head while his stomach was full.

Su Xing lowered his eyes, looking a little disappointed, "Do you really hate me that much? I know I betrayed the demons. You may hate me, but you shouldn't punish yourself like this for hating me. I... "

As he was talking, Ning Zhe couldn't help hiccupping.

Su Xing paused and looked up at him.

Ning Zhe quickly covered his mouth, "You, you continue..."

Su Xing stared at him silently for a moment, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes, after a while, he gently put down the food box, and walked away.

Ning Zhe looked at his back inexplicably, touched the back of his head, and asked No. 67, "Is he angry?"

No. 67 said: "He just couldn't talk anymore."

"Why?" Ning Zhe didn't understand, he had already apologized.

No. 67 sighed, "Because someone didn't cooperate with the performance."

Because Yun Lan was ill, the trip was temporarily stopped.

Ning Zhe went to the high priest's room to take a look at Yunlan.

The high priest was not there, and Yun Lan passed out. She was lying unconscious on the couch, her face was as pale as paper, and her whole body was sweating coldly.

Ning Zhe sat by the couch, stared at him silently for a long time, and called out, "Brother Yunlan."

Yunlan seemed to be aware of it, her fingers trembled slightly, she grabbed Ning Zhe's fingers, and murmured indistinctly: "A-Ning...A-Ning..."

Ning Zhe didn't respond.

Yunlan held his hand tightly, "A-Ning, mine...my..." as if he regarded Ning Zhe as important.

However, not long after, his expression suddenly changed, and his nails dug into Ning Zhe's palm, "Bitch! Snatched...my...death, go to hell!"

Ning Zhe still didn't say a word, just looked at him silently, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

No. 67 appeared, took his hand back from Yunlan's, and held it lightly in the palm of his hand.

Blood was already oozing from the palm of his hand, the bright red against his fair skin was extremely glaring.

No. 67 looked at him, his expression sank, and he forced his chin and turned around, "What are you thinking? Yunlan treats you like that, why can't you bear it?"

Ning Zhe's eyelashes trembled, he lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

No. 67's hands tightened, and he was not willing to blame him after all. He just lifted his hand lightly, put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, licking away the blood.

The wound healed slowly and the pain disappeared.

Ning Zhe hugged his waist, buried his head in his clothes, "No. 67, I have nothing to bear."

What can No. 67 say, he exhaled lightly, and patted his head, "I know."

Yunlan was unconscious, and Ning Zhe didn't stay long, and went out.

As soon as he went out, he saw the high priest.

It was early spring.

The young buds are springing up, the willows are spreading, and the breeze is warm.

The courtyard is dotted with greenery, full of vitality.

The high priest, dressed in a snow-colored robe with intricate patterns, stood quietly under a willow tree, looking up at something intently.

Ning Zhe stood at the door for a moment, and called him, "Master."

The high priest didn't look back, nor did he answer.

"I... I'm going back to my room first..." Ning Zhe stood there for a while, seeing that he ignored him, he hurriedly turned around and wanted to leave.

"Ning Zhe."

The high priest suddenly called his name.

Ning Zhe stopped, and just about to turn his head, the scene in front of him was a blur, and the high priest had already appeared in front of him.

The snow clothes are like a fairy, the gray eyes are as light as mist, and the sense of oppression is extremely strong.

"...Master, Master." Ning Zhe took a step back uncomfortably.

"Have you seen Yunlan?" He asked

Ning Zhe hesitated and nodded.

"Then do you know why he became like that?"

Ning Zhe shook his head.

He asked No. 67, and No. 67 lied to him that it was because of the exhaustion of travel, so Ning Zhe didn't believe his nonsense.

"Because someone passed on to him the sin of slaughtering thousands of demons, which caused him to suffer backlash when he fused with your divine blood, and he became like this."

The high priest looked at him indifferently, "You should know exactly who killed those thousands of demons."

Ning Zhe knew, of course he knew, because he took those lives with his own hands.

"But now your sins have been transferred to Yun Lan."

The high priest stepped forward, pinched his jaw, and stared at him coldly, "Ning Zhe, tell me, who is helping you?"