I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 191 I am the Divine Vein, Ning Zhe stole everything from me!

After the new star squeezed out the original Ziwei star, it shined brilliantly in the night sky.

The complicated horoscope in the hands of the high priest let out an ancient and empty humming sound, as if the wheel of fate had been reopened, and turned slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a red thread invisible to the naked eye extended from the jasper bead in the center of the natal chart, floating to an unknown distance.

Lin Yunlan's eyes were full of joy and enthusiasm, "With this rope of life, that lowly slave really can't escape, right?"

The high priest looked sideways, looked at him calmly, and nodded slightly: "Yes."

There was some respect in his demeanor.

"I knew it would be like this! It would have been the end if it had been like this! You just want to dawdle and refuse to listen to me!"

Yunlan laughed loudly, and said with a red face: "But even so, you still made immortal contributions to the matter of becoming a god, and when my godhead is recast, I will appoint you as my first priest ,how?"

The high priest stared deeply at him for a moment with gray eyes, then closed his eyes quietly, and said "OK" softly.

His tone is very light, and the ending is long and distant, with a kind of ancient and mysterious meaning, which will make the listener unconsciously immersed in his voice.

Lin Yunlan is like this.

He gazed at the godlike and flawless face of the high priest, and said unconsciously, "Alian, you are so kind to me."

"When everyone abandoned me, only you came to save me. They detested me, hated me, and even my brother left me."

"Alian, I only have you now."

As he spoke, he walked to the side of the high priest, and gently snuggled into his arms, attached and intimate.

Not only did the high priest not push him away, but he also restrained the sharp and cold breath on his body.

"After the life rope is drawn, Ning Zhe's fate will end, and you will inherit the rest of his life."

The high priest spoke to him slowly, with a calm voice, neither slow nor fast, with absolute majesty and power to control the overall situation.

"From now on, you will have everything he has, and you will become the god of the world, surrounded by all people. You don't have to worry about being alone."

The corners of Lin Yunlan's lips curled up slightly, and there was a distorted and cold smile on his beautiful face, "You are right, from now on, there will be no peace in the world."

Only the God of God—Lin Yunlan.

Demon Realm, Royal Palace.

The daylight was gloomy and gloomy, with an ominous color on it.

No. 67 touched the imprint on Ning Zhe's chest with his slender fingers, hesitated for a moment, then closed his eyes, turned on the monitoring function of the auxiliary system, and scanned Ning Zhe's whole body up and down.

The surveillance system belongs to the high-level command system, and it needs to submit an application to obtain permission before it can be used.

Now he opened it without authorization, which is a serious violation of the program settings, and he will receive a first-level punishment warning.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for No. 67 to feel an extremely strong electric current pouring into his body, destroying the data in his body wantonly.

System data can be copied infinitely and will not disappear easily.

In other words, this kind of punishment is tantamount to putting the soul of a person into a blender and crushing it again and again, putting it together again and again, and then crushing it again.

Almost immediately, No. 67 couldn't maintain his illusory figure, turned into a real body, and fell beside Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe was so disturbed by this movement that he frowned slightly, and couldn't sleep well.

With trembling hands, No. 67 pulled him into his arms, kissed the top of his hair with pale lips, "Hey, it's okay, it's okay, go to sleep."

Feeling the familiar warm embrace, Ning Zhe couldn't help but burrowed deep into his embrace, revealing only a little furry head.

Number 67 smiled feebly.

But he quickly frowned, closed his eyes firmly, and gritted his teeth to endure the severe bone-eroding pain pouring out of his body like a tide.

"Ning Zhe..."

He desperately squeezed out two bloody words from his trembling lips and teeth, and his arms couldn't help but hug Ning Zhe even tighter.

It seemed that doing so would ease his pain.

Just when No. 67 was covered in cold sweat, the monitoring system suddenly gave a "ding" and issued a warning: "A destructive power that threatens the life of the host has been detected, please eliminate it immediately by System No. 67. Warning, a threat has been detected." factor, please eliminate it immediately."

There is indeed a trick.

No. 67 suddenly opened his eyes, braced himself up, and checked the screen sent by the surveillance system.

I saw that Ning Zhe's transparent and warm soul, located at the position of the sky cap above his head, was implicated by a red line extending from nowhere.

He recognized it at a glance, this is the lifeline unique to this world.

In this undeveloped plane, everyone's soul is born with a lifeline.

A person's fate is tied to the rope of life.

Whether it is rich or poor, kind or vicious, whether it is a career or a struggle, it is already doomed when a person is born.

The life rope represents a person's life, and it is an extremely important thing. No one can control it except the God of this world.

From the very beginning when No. 67 entered this world, he did not hesitate to change his fate against the sky to remove Ning Zhe's life rope at the root, reversing his fate.

But now, he didn't know who was connected to this damn lifeline!

That's not life, that's a curse!It's the shackles!

The eye sockets of No. 67 suddenly turned red, and he stretched out his hand desperately, and immediately cut off the bright red life rope connected with Ning Zhe's soul.

The life rope was so hot that it almost melted the flesh and blood of his hands, and the bones of his hands could be seen.

But he didn't care at all, and watched the life rope completely shattered and disappeared in his hands with red eyes, and his body, which had been panting violently, gradually calmed down.

He just breathed a sigh of relief before he closed his eyes when he suddenly sensed something was wrong and quickly opened them.

Then when he lowered his head, he met Ning Zhe's dark and deep pupils.

No. 67 suddenly got stuck in his throat, unable to get up or down.

Ning Zhe blinked, "What are you doing?"

With a cold face, No. 67 said blankly, "No reason."

"Why don't you hug me then?"

No. 67 was angry: "Look clearly, you squeezed in by yourself!"

Ning Zhe said calmly: "This is my bed, I can squeeze wherever I want, you climbed up first."

No. 67 was completely defeated, stayed indifferently, and escaped through the window.

Ning Zhe glanced at his back, his eyes darkened slightly.

No. 67 could disappear directly, why did he leave with such effort?

And when he just woke up, what was number 67 doing?Why are you sweating profusely and your face is pale?

No. 67 couldn't answer him anymore.

As soon as he jumped out of the window, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, sweating profusely, and his whole body convulsed in pain.

There was a voice in his heart that was tempting him, asking him why he had to work so hard, whether he had forgotten the torture he had suffered before, and whether he still hated Ning Zhe.

He asked No. 67 to give him his body, saying that he would help him escape and avenge him.

Number 67 closed his eyes, tearing the man's voice into pieces.

He has not forgotten the pain he has suffered, he hates Ning Zhe, and he will take revenge.

But all of this can only be carried out by himself on the day Ning Zhe returns, instead of letting the demons do it for him, nor letting Ning Zhe, who can't remember anything now, bear it.

At night, Ning Zhe searched for a long time before finding No. 67 who was resting on the tree.

He has disappeared for a day, and he didn't even say hello, but he is hiding here.

Ning Zhe thought for a while, and didn't let the maid follow, he jumped up the tree lightly, folded a slender leaf and swept it around the tip of No. 67's nose.

No. 67 grabbed his wrist without opening his eyes.

Ning Zhe was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly his feet slipped, and he fell straight into No. 67's arms.

No. 67 suddenly let out a muffled snort, his body tensed, and he hugged Ning Zhe tightly.

"what?"

Ning couldn't get up and turned to stare at him.

No. 67 frowned, his throat moved slightly, as if he had swallowed something, and then slowly relaxed his body, leaning back lazily against the tree trunk, half-closed his eyes, and asked him lazily, "What are you doing? This time, you fell in by yourself."

Ning Zhe ignored him, turned over and lay on his chest, frowned and said: "Ji Yi wants to take me to the army, shall I go?"

No. 67 let out a snort, resting one hand on the back of his head, and patting him on the back with the other, "I don't care if you go or not, if you like it."

Ning Zhe looked at him, "You don't care about me anymore?"

"Can I control you?" No. 67 squeezed his face hard, "When did you hear what I said, huh?"

Ning Zhe bit his palm, "I've listened! I'll listen to what you say."

"Then don't go."

Ning Zhe obediently said "Oh".

He had a conversation with No. 67, and gradually became sleepy, lying on his chest and dozing off.

"No. 67, why do I always want to sleep recently?"

No. 67's eyes moved slightly, but his mouth was not salty and he said: "Because you are a pig, you only know how to eat, drink, sleep and sleep all day long."

"...You are the pig." Ning Zhe muttered softly, and slowly fell asleep on his body.

No. 67 touched his face, and after a while, he sighed softly.

He hugged Ning and jumped off the branch and walked into the palace.

The maid knew that he was someone next to Ning Zhe, so she didn't stop him, she just came up to him and wanted to take Ning Zhe to take a bath.

No. 67 didn't let her do anything, and helped Ning Zhe wash his body and carried him to the couch.

The Young Master has consciously occupied one side of the bed, and is sleeping soundly wrapped in a quilt.

As soon as No. 67 stretched out his hand, he threw him to hang on the chair, and gently placed Ning Zhe on the couch and covered him with a brocade quilt.

After finishing all this, he turned around and asked the maid, "Who has been following Ning Zhe these days?"

The maid thought for a moment, and then replied: "Master Shenzi saved a young man earlier, and he said that he wanted to repay his kindness, so he has been serving him in front of him."

No. 67 nodded, and asked again: "Did Ning Zhe ask him anything?"

The maid didn't understand why he asked this, but she still said: "Master Shenzi asked a person, it seems that his name is... Huo Chen."

"Where does he live?"

The maid was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was asking where Ye Hanfeng lived, so she pointed to the side hall.

No. 67's complexion remained unchanged, and he said "Got it", and asked the maid to leave.

He turned his head and glanced at Ning Zhe, then walked out of the palace lightly, turned around and went to the side hall.

……

Astrology Pavilion.

Almost the moment the life rope disappeared, the high priest noticed it immediately.

"What's wrong!?"

Yun Lan raised her head and looked at the Ziwei star above her head, which was slowly recovering its light again, her expression changed drastically.

The high priest put away the horoscope, and said calmly, "Someone is obstructing."

"Then kill him immediately!!"

Yun Lan let out a roar, grabbed his arm tightly, nails dug into his flesh, and looked extremely crazy.

"What the hell are you doing! You clearly said that as long as the life rope is pulled, he will return to his original life! Obviously I am the god, and I am the most honorable person in the world. It’s just a humble container! Everything about me has been occupied by him for so long, and all the torture I suffered should have belonged to him! You said that I am a god, and you said that I am your master, so why are you still Don’t do it, why!?”

He screamed crazily, his eyes were so angry that he almost lost his mind.

However, the high priest just lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Now is not a good time."

"Then when is the right time! I can't wait...I can't wait! I want Ning to die, I want him to die immediately!"

Yun Lan first shouted angrily and pushed the high priest away, then her expression suddenly became weak and aggrieved, she stepped forward and hugged his body tightly, her eyes were crystal clear and moist.

"Alian, help me, please help me, I have suffered a lot, I don't want to do this anymore. Ning Zhe that despicable bitch stole everything from me, now only you can help me ..."

"As long as you can help me get back my things, I will give you the status of being under one person and above ten thousand people, okay, Alian?"

He raised his head, and gently caressed the cold and heartless face of the high priest with his white and soft hands, his eyes were moist and shiny, full of pitifulness and helplessness.

The high priest Gujing Wubo stared at him for a moment, then slowly lowered his head, and said obediently and respectfully, "Okay, master."