I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 204 Ning Zhe, who gave you the courage to resist me?

Ning Zhe felt in a daze that he was carried into a cold embrace and carried out. The cold night wind blew down, making him shiver slightly.

The man's footsteps seemed to pause, and then Ning Zhe felt a coat on his body.

The breath is cold, like the smell of snow lotus.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes.

Under the bloody moonlight, the stern and ruthless side face of the high priest came into his eyes, and his skin was as bright as frost and snow under the moonlight, as if it was shining.

Ning Zhe leaned on his shoulder, stared at him for a while, and called softly: "Master."

The high priest didn't respond, and didn't even give him half a look.

Ning Zhe put his arms around his neck and shrank into his arms, "Master, I hurt so much."

"Let go."

The high priest finally spoke, but his tone was shockingly cold, and his indifferent eyes fell on him, "I am not here to save you."

"Then why is Master?"

The high priest said nothing.

Ning Zhe also knew in his heart that he was for the remains.

He looked at the high priest for a long time, then slowly withdrew his hand on his neck, lowered his gaze slightly, and never spoke again.

The high priest took him into an abandoned palace, waved his hands to disperse the dust, and sat him down on the couch.

Ning Zhe looked at him without blinking, not knowing what he wanted to do.

In the next moment, the high priest suddenly picked up his arm, turned his fingertips into knives, and slashed fiercely on his wrist.

Immediately bleeding profusely.

Ning Zhe shrank his body fiercely, bit his lower lip fiercely, and suppressed his painful cries.

With trembling hands, he looked up at the high priest with coldness in his eyes.

The high priest's face remained unchanged, staring at his bleeding wrist without speaking.

Ning Zhe immediately understood his purpose.

The bones recognize him as the master, and seeing him injured, there will definitely be something strange. For a person at the level of the high priest, he can detect any changes.

Ning Zhe firmly suppressed the restless Xue and Ling in his sleeves, lowered his eyes calmly, and did not show any strangeness.

Ke Ning Zhe underestimated how well the high priest knew him. In this case, he had nothing unusual, which was the biggest abnormality.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement from the remains.

The high priest approached, grabbed Ning Zhe's wrist, and swept his cold gaze over him, as if observing an inanimate object.

Drops of blood fell from Ning Zhe's injured wrist, and soon stained the white and clean robe of the High Priest red.

The high priest didn't care, and his eyes paused for a moment on the sleeve that Ning Zhe was holding tightly with his other hand.

He bent down to touch Ning Zhe's hand.

Ning Zhe was startled, and immediately dodged his hands, tightly protecting his sleeves, and subconsciously curled up a little, staring at him like a frightened deer.

The high priest paused, and his fingertips lit up with white light.

Ning Zhe shook his head, begging in his eyes, "Master, don't..."

Before he finished speaking, the High Priest's fingertips swiped down.

In an instant, all the clothes on Ning Zhe's body were torn and scattered, finally revealing the snow and silk on his wrist that could no longer be hidden.

Regardless of Ning Zhe's resistance, the high priest took off the hollow silver bracelet disguised by Xue and Ling from his wrist.

Xue and Aya instantly emitted a dazzling light, and countless snow-colored threads quickly extended from his body, and they rushed towards the high priest's face in the blink of an eye.

The high priest didn't even move, but just lifted his eyelids slightly, and fixed the thin thread stretched out by Xue and Ling, and couldn't move at all.

Immediately, I didn't see him making any movements, but I saw those silk threads slowly burning, and they were wiped out inch by inch.

Ning Zhe's pupils shrank slightly, ignoring that he was still undressed, so he rushed forward, "No!"

The faint blue anger rushed out from his fingertips, and rushed towards the high priest.

The high priest didn't even move his eyes, the next moment, the flame dissipated in front of him, the high priest stretched out his hand, and crushed the bracelet in front of Ning Zhe.

Yuki and Aya let out a painful scream, which dissipated into the air.

Ning Zhe rushed to nothing, stared at the dots of light in his arms, and was stunned for a long time.

"Master, why don't you like Sir No. 67? You used to like him the most."

"Master, don't cry, when we get back to the shrine, Ah Ling will give the master all the treasures that Ah Ling collected?"

"Master, don't be afraid, Ah Ling has already found the meat-eating Gu in your body, Ah Ling has put it to sleep, you won't be in pain anymore."

"Master, look! Ah Ling can finally become a bracelet! From today, Ah Ling can be with Master all the time!"

Just now, Xue and Aya were talking to him enthusiastically, comforting him to sleep.

The soft and happy child's voice still lingers in my ears, but the speaker has disappeared.

Ning folded his fingers and tightened his fingers, trying to keep the starlight, but the starlight fell from his fingers to the ground, and he couldn't keep anything in the end.

Ning Zhe felt that his breathing was gradually becoming difficult, and he was almost suffocating. He knelt on the ground, holding his heart and panting heavily.

As soon as Yuki and Aya disappeared, the bones hidden by it finally reappeared.

The bone flute, which had become extremely small, floated gently in mid-air. The body of the flute was white, but it emitted a dark and ominous light.

The high priest stretched out his hand and tightened the bone flute in his palm.

The bone flute let out several high-pitched and mournful sounds, and it vibrated in the hands of the high priest, trying to fly towards Ning.

However, after 300 years of erosion, the power of the spirit and soul left on its surface has become very small, and it is simply unable to compete with the high priest.

Under the high priest's continuous pressure, it lost its light in just a moment, and finally let out a whine, and there was no more movement.

Hearing this sound, Ning Zhe slowly raised his head, and his pupils, which had become dead and empty, slowly turned and landed on the bone flute in the high priest's hand.

He opened his dry and cracked lips, and his voice was almost silent, "Master, that's my thing."

The high priest put away the bone flute indifferently.

Ning Zhe stared at his movements, his pale face and pitch-black eyes looked a little terrifying.

The high priest walked up to him, picked up the robe that was still intact, and put it on his naked body.

Ning Zhe looked down at him tying his clothes, and suddenly said: "Master, I have nothing left."

The high priest picked him up, looked at him for a moment, and said softly, "You still have value."

Ning Zhe's lips trembled, obviously he was in the arms of the high priest, but he felt as if his whole body was immersed in the ice and snow, it was bone-chillingly cold.

His wrist was still bleeding, and the clothes of the two of them were terribly stained with his blood. The high priest did not send him back, but went to the bath to clean him first.

The water in the bath was cold, and Ning was shivering from the cold.

The high priest fished him out of the water and sat aside, stretched his hand in, his fingertips shimmered, and slowly warmed the water.

Ning Zhe sat beside him quietly, staring at his movements blankly, without any emotion in his eyes.

He didn't realize that sometimes he actually looked like a high priest, especially when he was silent, his emotionless eyes were almost completely empty.

"Master."

He called the high priest.

The high priest turned to look at him, but he didn't respond.

The high priest stared at him for a moment, and seeing that he was silent, he turned around and went about his own business.

After a while, Ning Zhe called again, "Master".

The high priest ignored him this time, and waited until the water temperature was about the same before turning around and walking towards him, picked him up and put him in the water, and planned to leave.

Ning Zhe grabbed his sleeve, stared at him with dark pupils, and said, "Master."

The movement of the high priest to leave stopped, he looked down at the pale young man in the water, and asked, "What's the matter?"

This is the first time he has agreed with Ning.

Maybe it was pity, maybe it was impatience, or maybe it was some other reason.

No one knows what he is thinking in his heart, and no one can see his heart through his pair of gray eyes.

Ning Zhe's hand holding his sleeve slowly tightened, and he said: "A Ling is gone."

The high priest knew that he was talking about the artifact that had opened his mind, but he said flatly, "His life should die here."

life, life.

Ning Zhe was a little dazed.

He was robbed of his identity by Yunlan, and his body was covered in bruises. The high priest told him that this was fate.

He became a substitute and was scolded by thousands of people. The high priest told him that this was fate.

He later learned that he was just a stand-in and lived for others all his life, but the high priest still said that this was fate.

Ning Zhe had never refuted his words before, because maybe it was really his fate as the high priest said.

But now Ning Zhe suddenly felt rebellious and angry.

Xue and Ling didn't do anything wrong, what fate does it have, why should he receive these punishments that don't belong to him.

The anger came inexplicably but violently, and it occupied his heart in an instant, causing his eyes to be filled with cold blue flames, which could almost swallow people.

The high priest stared at the fire in his eyes, and said softly: "Ning Zhe, you are resisting me."

His container grew affectionate.

Although Ning Zhe had spiritual intelligence before, but because of being a container, his spirit was flawed, and his emotions were still indifferent.

But now, in just a few months, he has become different from before.

He would smile happily because of Chiyue's cuteness, and would also be angry because of the deaths of Xue and Ling. There was love in his eyes, and he was no longer the delicate but empty container before.

This young man who didn't care about other people's life and death in the past is now able to abandon his dignity and kneel down to beg for mercy for those strangers.

The high priest wanted to know who made him change so much, who made his favorite work so disobedient.

He thought lightly in his heart, and lightly stroked Ning Zhe's angry eyes with his fingers.

"Ning Zhe, your flame is bestowed by me."

The cold blue flame in Ning Zhe's eyes gradually dissipated with his fingers, as if under his control, he fell silent obediently.

Ning Zhe's body began to tremble involuntarily.

"Your body was created by me."

"I give everything to you."

"Ning Zhe." The high priest called his name slowly, the stern face gradually approached, and the indifferent gray pupil locked his soul, making him nowhere to escape, "Who gave you the courage to resist me?"