I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 205 The body of the snow lotus was born in Weimo, named Weishenglian

The high priest was angry.

Ning Zhe raised his head and stared at his pair of eyes that were unusually sharp due to the cold light, and blinked lightly.

It was the first time he saw the high priest angry.

No matter how much he did in the past, even when he betrayed him, the high priest never showed any obvious emotions.

This man was born like a god, standing high in the clouds overlooking all living beings struggling in the sea of ​​suffering, all alone with nothing to worry about.

Whether you live or die, whether you are happy or angry, has nothing to do with him.

He is the smoke of nothingness, misty mist, an old soul from ancient times, and never belonged to anyone.

Ning folded himself in the bath, stared up at him beside the pool, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his snow-colored robe.

His hands were covered with light-colored blood, and immediately stained a small bloody handprint on the high priest's white robe.

The high priest glanced down, his eyes heavy.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, moved his fingers lightly, then gritted his teeth, dragged him down hard into the water, closed his eyes and pressed against his lips.

Why should he succumb to his fate, but this person can stay out of it.

Why is this person still clean when he is already filthy.

He wants to dye him black, he wants to let him fall into the dust and be swallowed up by the dust.

Ning Zhe's eyes turned hard, and he sank to the bottom of the water with the high priest.

In an instant, the water in the pool overflowed over the heads of the two of them, submerging their figures.

Ning Zhe hugged the high priest's neck tightly in the water, pecked lightly on his lips, tasted it lightly, and carefully tried it.

The warm water flowed slowly and entangled between the lips of the two, adding to the feeling of sadness.

The high priest didn't push him away this time, but just stared at him for a long time with those gray eyes.

Ripples appeared in the water, and warm white water steamed up, enveloping Ning Zhe's face.

The young man's cheeks were reddish, his dark and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his appearance of kissing was like the purest snow lotus in the world stained with blood, which was extremely seductive.

"Master..." Ning Zhe opened his eyes, moaned softly, and leaned close to him with his naked body, "Hold me..."

The high priest looked at him for a long time, and finally stretched out his hands to hold his face and press his lips, and the tip of his tongue pried open the soft lips, allowing this tentative kiss to go deeper and deeper.

Ning Zhe's body became emotional again.

This time there was no number 67 by his side.

The high priest lowered his eyes, with an indifferent expression, and gently held his belongings with those noble pale hands that were once used for astrology and fortune-telling.

Inexplicably, there was a sense of blasphemy and obscenity.

Ning Zhe's face was hot, trembling all over, leaning on his shoulder sobbing softly.

After it was over, the high priest took out a white robe from nowhere to wrap Ning Zhe's body, and carried him out of the bath.

Ning Zhe is small in stature, like a child. When No. 67 and the others hug him, they like to hold his butt with their arms, pampering him like a child, and subconsciously put him in the weak position to protect him.

The high priest was different. When he hugged Ning Zhe, it was more like hugging his lover, with a sense of affection for no reason.

Ning Zhe lay on his back in his arms, his brows and eyes were full of beauty and tiredness after the love affair, and there were still crystal teardrops hanging on his black eyelashes, looking a little pitiful.

The high priest walked in the direction of Yunlan's residence.

He was going to send Ning Zhe back.

Ning Zhe grabbed the hem of his shirt with his fingers.

"Master."

The high priest stopped to look at him, his eyes were flat, and his face was as ethereal as a fairy under the moonlight.

Ning Zhe couldn't help but think of his indifferent expression when he did that kind of thing for himself just now.

He didn't understand why the high priest was so calm even though he had already done such an intimate thing.

He should be angry that he seduced him and seduced him.

Ning folded away the confusion in his eyes, put on that pitiful look, shook his head at the high priest, and said softly, "No."

He didn't say anything, but the high priest understood what he meant.

After a moment of silence, he opened his lips and asked indifferently, "Where do you want to go?"

As long as you are not with Yunlan, you can go anywhere.

Ning Zhe thought for a while, then pointed to the top of the attic opposite.

In the end, he was taken to the top of the attic by the high priest, sat on the ground, was held in his arms and looked at the stars.

Ning Zhe actually doesn't like looking at the stars. When he was in the Zodiac Pavilion, he had nothing else to do, so he could only learn to look at the stars with the high priest.

The high priest said that each star represented a person.

That's why he could see Ning Yan only in the starry sky, and that's why he often climbed up to the Zhaixing Tower to see it.

However, the starry sky in Demon Realm is always dark and dull, full of dark clouds, and the blood moon shines on the earth, which is not beautiful at all, but inexplicably permeating.

Ning Zhe looked up for a while, but actually saw nothing.

He was a little sleepy, and when he was about to close his eyes, there was a flash in front of his eyes, which gradually brightened up.

Ning Zhe looked up in astonishment, only to see that the dark clouds in the starry sky had dissipated, the blood moon had faded, and the Milky Way full of cold stars was shining brightly.

He froze for a moment, then turned to look at the high priest.

The high priest held him with one arm, and on the other hand with distinct phalanges was wrapped a bundle of extremely thin snow threads, exuding a faint light, extending far away to connect to the starry sky.

Ning Zhe had learned a little bit of astrology before, and knew that it was used to transform the starry sky.

He even connected the starry sky of Dayue here.

This extremely energy-intensive technique would deplete the caster's cultivation, and Ning Zhe didn't know why he did it.

This handsome and indifferent man had gray eyes hanging down, and his expression was calm. No one knew what was going on in his heart.

Ning Zhe's nails gently cut into his palm, and his eyes were filled with emotion.

Probably because he noticed that Ning Zhe was looking at him, the high priest raised his eyes slightly, and his cold eyes fell on him.

Ning Zhe woke up instantly and looked away.

It was also at this time that he noticed the abnormality of the high priest's fingertips, the bunch of entangled snow threads, clearly...

"Aya!"

The high priest did not speak.

He gently picked up Ning Zhe's hand, and wrapped the snow thread around the thin middle finger.

The snow line is connected to the starry sky, so looking at it from a distance, it is as if the entire starry sky was given to him.

"Master, master, Ah Ling is back!"

Xue and Ling shouted happily, rubbing lightly on his fingertips.

Ning Zhe felt the joy coming from his fingertips, and fell into confusion for a while.

He didn't know what the High Priest wanted to do, why did he kill Xue and Ling, and now he had to rescue him, why did he kill him just now, and now he has an ambiguous attitude towards him?

Xue and Ling didn't understand his confusion, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Zhe didn't know what happened to him.

Leaning his back in the arms of the high priest, he looked up at the familiar starry sky quietly, feeling tired suddenly in his heart.

The high priest hugged him, and looked up at the stars and seven constellations moving slowly in silence, his eyes fixed on the flickering Ziwei star.

"Master, I still don't know what your name is."

Ning Zhe suddenly asked him.

He had asked the high priest before, but the high priest hadn't told him.

Few people in Dayue knew the name of the high priest, he was so mysterious that he didn't seem like a person from this world.

The high priest was silent for a moment, then said flatly: "Alian."

Ning Zhe turned his head, his eyebrows were clear, "A-Lian?"

The high priest's crow-green eyelashes trembled slightly.

It is obviously two simple words, from the young man's lips and teeth around a circle, and then out of his mouth, it seems to have a sense of unreasonable lingering.

The high priest lowered his eyes and stared at him, "Weishenglian."

——"The body of the frost lotus was born at the end of the world, so it was named Weishenglian."

Ning Zhe didn't know the origin, but thought it sounded good, and repeated it several times softly in his mouth.

Every time he repeated a sentence, the light in the high priest's eyes dimmed.

Ning Zhe didn't notice anything.

He turned back to look at the stars, was quiet for a while, and asked him again: "Is Yunlan really Shangshen?"

The high priest nodded.

"Is he your master?"

The high priest gave a "hmm".

"What about me?" Ning Zhe turned around, sat up in his arms, looked straight into his eyes, "Who am I?"

The high priest looked back at him and didn't speak for a while.

After a long while, he moved his fingers and gently caressed Ning Zhe's face, his voice was still desolate and indifferent, "You are just a container."

Live for masters, die for masters, don't need your own soul.

......

Time passed slowly, and the night gradually darkened.

The boy had already fallen asleep, curled up in the man's arms, breathing lightly, and gently grasping the man's skirt with both hands, even in his sleep, it was an unconscious and insecure gesture.

The high priest held his wrist lightly, looked at the wound he had made and said nothing.

The wound was no longer bleeding, and the skin was covered with blisters and turned white, and it was slowly repairing automatically because of the divine veins.

There was a shimmer on his fingertips, but in the blink of an eye, the wound disappeared.

Ning Zhe's lightly frowned eyebrows stretched slightly, and he rubbed against his arms, with a gesture of attachment, and unconsciously murmured: "Master..."

The high priest closed his eyes, unwilling to look at him.

He has crossed too many lines tonight.

Weishenglian is the master's Alian, so she should only be loyal to the master, and should not have unexplained alienation towards the container.

He looked up at Ziwei Wangxing in the starry sky, his gray eyes flickered.

Now the bones, Shinto lotus, and containers are all in place, but there are still seven constellations left.

There are two corpses of Huo Chen and Qingluan in Zhaixing Building, now with the red axe added, there are three remaining, all of which have disappeared.

Only Ning Zhe can let them show their whereabouts.

The high priest glanced at the young man in his arms, and thought about it.

The next day.

Before Ning Zhe was awake, he vaguely sensed something was wrong.

He frowned, and his consciousness began to return, but his eyelids seemed to be pressed by something, so heavy that he couldn't open them no matter what.

There were piercing screams and cries in my ears, and the smell of blood permeated the tip of my nose for a long time, as if I was in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Master Shenzi...have mercy!"

"Ning Zhe, wake up quickly!"

Many voices called him, but Ning Zhe wanted to respond but couldn't. His body was being controlled by someone, and he couldn't move by himself.

Suddenly, a very weak "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" sound penetrated into his ears through countless noisy sounds, with a trembling cry.

Ning Zhe suddenly opened his eyes.

The blood splattered in all directions suddenly caught his eyes, instantly staining his eyes red.

He saw countless people kneeling at his feet, screaming at him in pain and begging for mercy.

But he held a long sword in his hand, raised it mechanically and swung it down, harvesting their lives with one sword after another, just like the evil ghost Shura.