I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 200 The Man You Have Been Fearing Is Now Just My Slave

Ji Liang had heard of Dayue, the famous high priest, a long time ago.

Since his birth, the High Priest has existed in this world. It is said that he has the ability to communicate with the heaven and the earth to convey the oracle, and he is the only person in the world who has seen the God.

Few people have seen his true face. Some people say that he is the servant of the God of God, some say that he is actually the reincarnation of the God of God, and some say that he is a demon enlightened by the God of God.

There are countless rumors about the high priest, but until now, no one knows who he is.

This is a mysterious man——Ji Ye commented on him in this way.

After seeing the high priest, Ji Liang knew that he had overlooked one thing.

He revised his evaluation - this is a mysterious and powerful man.

Before meeting each other, Ji Liang felt the innate deterrence and oppression brought by that man.

That is the contempt of the superior.

He didn't need to use his hands at all to crush them to death!

"It seems that we can't hide this time. Have you saved General Cang's suicide note?" Ji Li's heart was heavy, but she was still in the mood to joke.

"There is no suicide note, but there is a wedding invitation." Cang Lan smiled.

"Oh? I haven't congratulated General Cang on finding a lover, but I'm afraid I won't be able to receive this wedding invitation."

Cang Lan chuckled, "If I'm still alive, Commander Ji won't be able to receive this wedding invitation. If I die unfortunately, it's possible."

He said, looking down at the fiery red phoenix mark on his tiger's mouth, a touch of tenderness appeared on his handsome and upright face, he shook his head and laughed, "I thought I could live longer without you this time , I didn’t expect that I would not be able to avoid death, if I had known... I would have gone with you back then.”

Ji Liang didn't speak, he didn't need to relieve Cang Lan at the moment of life and death, after all, they might be the ones who died in the next moment.

Ning Zhe's dormitory is surrounded by countless high-level demon guards guarding the third and outer floors. Everyone has serious faces, and the air is dead silent, waiting quietly for the man to arrive.

Then, give them a fatal blow.

Everyone knows what awaits them.Before the high priest arrived, the invisible coercion had spread all over the palace, which was a hundred times more oppressive than the oppression brought by the lord.

This is the gap between ants and gods. Their resistance now is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

But even if they knew, none of the demons flinched.

Once they retire, it will be their lord and son of God who will die.The pride and conceit in the bones of the demons will never allow them to back down.

The sky suddenly brightened, and a dazzling ray of light broke through the gray-blue sky and shone into the dark and dull hall.

The mist rose everywhere, the ice and snow fluttered lightly, and the white clothes suddenly appeared.

—The High Priest finally came.

According to this, in another palace not far away, Ning Zhe suddenly stopped, turned around and took a look, his eyes were dark.

Little Chiyue was lying in his arms, looking at his peaceful expression with big ruby ​​eyes, he let out a soft "ah".

Ning Zhe came back to his senses and kissed him on the cheek, "It's okay, let's go."

This passage to a different space was opened up by Seventeen. People of this level, such as the young master, all have the ability to open up a different space.

Before No. 67 was locked in a different space by Qi Nu, Ning Zhe couldn't find it anyway.

However, with the fall of the High God, the divine power is gradually disappearing and degrading step by step, and there are fewer and fewer people who can open up different dimensions, and there are almost only a few people in the whole world.

No. 67 is one, and so is the current Dark Guard Seventeen.

The passage in front of me seems to be incomplete, it is dark, and from time to time, it will encounter hurricane attacks caused by space fragmentation.

Ning Zhe protected the little red axe in his arms, propped up a barrier around his body, and walked towards the bright spot in front of him step by step.

However, just as he was about to walk out of the passage, the Chi Yue in his arms suddenly became agitated, his eyes widened in anxiety, he clenched Ning's sleeves tightly, and his throat kept making "gurgling" sounds.

Ning Zhe had to stop and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

Chi Yue opened his mouth wide, screaming "Ahhh", but he couldn't speak.

Ning Zhe tilted his head with a puzzled expression, "Huh?"

Chiyue's eyes were red, tears flowed from anxiety, his nose was red, and his big glazed pupils seemed to be filled with water, shimmering, pitiful and cute.

Ning Zhe had never brought up a child, but when he was studying in the palace, he looked at the little princes of the minister's family, and they seemed to like to lose their temper for no reason and cry every now and then.

Ning Zhe thought that Chi Yue was losing his temper.

He didn't have any feelings for Seventeen and Young Master, but he liked Chi Yue very much.

Seeing the child crying, he hugged him a little tighter, imitating the tone of No. 67 when coaxing him, coaxing him in a low voice: "Good boy, good boy, don't cry, A Yue, I'll buy you candy, okay?"

He himself is still a boy who hasn't grown up yet, his soft and waxy voice doesn't seem to be coaxing, but rather acting like a baby.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Chi Yue gave him a soft "ah" and stopped making trouble.

Ning rolled her eyes and smiled.

It's just that he didn't expect that just after he took a step forward, Chi Yue's eyes became terrified again, and he clutched his sleeve tightly, desperately trying to make a sound in his throat, but there was only an unpleasant hoarse "grunt" sound.

Ning Zhe seemed to understand something, pointed to the end of the bright passage, and slowly asked the child in his arms, "Is there anyone?"

Chi Yue didn't know if he understood, and suddenly hugged Ning Zhe's neck tightly, his body trembling with fear.

Ning Zhe forgot to glance at that side, his expression was calm, and he couldn't tell the depth.

He patted the little wings behind Chi Yue who were fluttering wildly because of anxiety and panic, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

Chi Yue looked up at him, with crystal teardrops still hanging on his long crow-colored eyelashes, with a trembling voice, he let out a childish "ah".

Ning Zhe kissed him on the brow, and slowly stepped out of the passage with him in his arms.

A flash of bright light shone over him, causing him to close his eyes.

A familiar sound of footsteps sounded beside his ears, and someone stood in front of him and called softly, "Ning Zhe."

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled and opened slowly.

"Master."

He seemed to have expected it, so he wasn't very surprised, the beautiful and alluring face that belonged to the succubus was as calm as ever.

The high priest looked at the young man in front of him indifferently.

He seems to have changed, but also seems to have not changed.

Those eyes are no longer as empty as before, and there are many emotions that even he can't see through, deep and rich, making him look much more alive.

For a container, this is not a good thing.

The high priest stared at him indifferently, and said indifferently: "Shen Yan, I am no longer your master, I came here just to let you keep the appointment."

"Ning Zhe, you forgot the three-day agreement."

The high priest's voice was indifferent, a bit like the coldness of No. 67, but less popular than No. 67, and it seemed more vast and empty.

"Xingxing Pavilion, I will help you restore your legs to take revenge. You promised me to sacrifice your soul to me. Three days have passed, and it's time for you to come back for the appointment."

Ning Zhe looked up at him, "What I can give, I have already given you."

Throne, body, blood.

The high priest has had enough from him.

Just because he doesn't say it doesn't mean he doesn't know.

Ning Yan was deceived by Yunlan for so long, and Ning Zhi was able to ban him from the throne so easily, all because of this person behind the scenes.

If No. 67 hadn't taken him away, he would be a pile of loess now.

Ning Zhe knew that he owed the high priest, so he didn't care about it.

But not caring about it doesn't mean that he will blindly compromise. He has given up everything he can give to the high priest.

"Then give what you can't give!"

Yunlan sneered, walked up and embraced the high priest's waist, snuggled into his arms, raised her chin and looked down at Ning Zhe, with a faint smile on her beautiful face, "A'Ning, do you still remember me?"

Ning Zhe's eyes stopped on the hand on the high priest's waist, and after a long time, he moved to his face, and said softly, "Brother Yunlan."

Lin Yunlan's eyebrows were curved, and his voice was gentle, "It's been a long time since I heard you yelling like that, I really miss it."

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

Yunlan looked at him, and smiled again: "Do you know what elder brother Yunlan is here for?"

Ning Zhe's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "Kill me."

Yun Lan let out a "puchi" laugh, leaned her head on the high priest's chest, frowned and sighed: "Ah Ning, how could I be willing to kill you, you are my best container, I still count on you How about returning to the god position, if I kill him, won’t I have to feel sorry for him for the rest of my life?”

...container, deity.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then looked at the high priest, "What do you mean?"

Before the high priest could speak, Yunlan smiled, and looked at him with pity in his eyes, "What do you mean? Aning, do you really not understand, or are you just pretending to understand? So many things that don’t belong to me, should I return them now?”

Ning Zhe's arms subconsciously tightened, but his expression remained the same, but his brows and eyes were a little more bewildered.

The high priest looked at his ignorant appearance and said, "Ning Zhe, you shouldn't be a real descendant of Shenmai, you shouldn't be the emperor of Dayue, and you shouldn't be the lover of King Dingbei.

Because you are not a human race, you are just a container, a container specially made for the resurrection of God. "

Ning Zhe stared at him blankly with his big pupils.

He could understand every word that came out of those thin lips, but when they were grouped together, he didn't seem to understand.

The high priest continued to say, "You should have been just a container that crawled out of the dead, without emotion and sanity. Someone snatched away the fate that belonged to the master and forcibly passed it on to you."

"Everything you own belongs to the master."

"From the beginning to the end, you have nothing. Your body and soul do not belong to you, and even the name Aning does not belong to you."

"Ning Zhe, you and your everything belong to the master."

Ning Zhe took a step back, his footsteps were a little unsteady.

He stared straight at the two people who were embracing each other intimately in front of him, and opened his mouth, his voice a little dry, "Master... people?"

Yun Lan smiled, and in front of him, stretched out her hand to ambiguously caress the noble and inviolable handsome and indifferent face of the high priest, and exhaled like blue on his neck.

"Yes, master."

"Ah Ning, I am his master."

The man you have always feared, dreaded, and respected is now just a slave of mine.