I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 65 Qin Slave

Ning Zhe blinked his dark eyes lightly.

In the darkness, No. 67 saw a small cluster of cold blue flames igniting in his dark pupils, extremely gorgeous and extremely dangerous.

"Don't hate."

No. 67 heard his soft and well-behaved voice, the timbre was pure and clean, just like in the past.

No. 67 was stunned for a moment, and his tone was inexplicable, "Why? Huo Chen threw you into the wolves, cut off your legs, and trampled your dignity under his feet. Why don't you hate it?

Have you forgotten, he was the one who sent you into Ning Yan's hands, when you were writhing in pain, when you were tortured to the brink of death by Ning Yan, he just stood by and showed no mercy to you!

Ning Zhe, why don't you hate him, why don't you take revenge on him! ? "

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered with fire, but he didn't speak.

In the darkness, No. 67 could not see his expression.

After a while, Ning Zhe asked him gently: "No. 67, what is hatred?"

His voice was soft and perplexed.

Number 67 suddenly became weak.

He obviously knew that Ning Zhe lacked feelings, he didn't understand hatred at all.

He felt that he had killed Huo Chen's people, and Huo Chen should take revenge on him.

In Ning Zhe's world, all actions follow a fixed cause and effect.

Not only did he not hate Huo Chen, but in his heart, Huo Chen never existed.

No matter what Huo Chen did to him, Ning Zhe would not care.

Because he has no feelings, he doesn't care, so he doesn't hate.

No. 67 didn't know what he was doing. He knew the answer, but he still didn't give up asking.

He didn't know what he was looking forward to in vain.

Ning Zhe will never change, no matter how good others treat him, no matter how abused he is, this person will neither love nor hate.

He knew it early on, and he should have given up on it long ago.

Number 67 gradually calmed down.

"It's not suitable to stay here for long, let's go."

After he finished speaking, the smoky figure went away.

Ning Zhe blinked and trotted behind him.

Outside the bamboo forest, Ning Yan was kneeling on the ground, dripping with blood.

He couldn't hold it anymore, but he still struggled forward, stretching out his hand desperately, as if he wanted to grab something.

Blood flowed down, blurring his eyes.

Ning Yan didn't care at all, just staring at the gradually shrinking door, muttering Ning Zhe's name incessantly.

A gust of gentle warm wind blew by, and with a "click", the barrier that blocked him shattered, turning into a sky full of stars and falling.

Ning Yan's eyes were dimly lit, and he got up desperately, regardless of his injuries, he staggered towards the door.

However, just as his hand touched it, the deep door made a muffled "creak", closed instantly, and disappeared without a trace.

Ning Yan suddenly spurted a large amount of black blood, fell to the ground, his face was pale, his eyes were red with blood, and he screamed in despair: "A-Ning!"

Inside the door, Ning Zhe suddenly stopped and looked back.

In those cat-like soft and pure eyes, a dangerous dark light flashed across, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He turned around and caught up with No. 67.

There was silence and darkness inside the door, and Ning Zhe couldn't see anything except the shimmering phantom of No. 67.

But No. 67 walked so fast that Ning Zhe couldn't keep up with him.

He called a few times, but No. 67 didn't stop, and the light was getting farther and farther away from him.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, simply stopped and did not leave, a pair of big and black eyes stared at 67's back.

No. 67 ignored him, and his figure got further and further away.

The only light also disappeared, and the surroundings gradually became silent.

Ning Zhe stretched out his hand and looked down.

Seeing nothing, the same as when he was blind before.

Ning Zhe felt that No. 67 was wrong, he had already taken revenge on Huo Chen.

Number 67 thought he didn't understand anything, but in fact Ning Zhe knew very well what to do to make Huo Chen and the Lord sad.

Ning Zhe got his wish and saw the despair and regret in Huo Chen's eyes, and also saw the pain of the Lord.

His goal was achieved, but he was not happy.

Ning Zhe squatted down and hugged himself gently, his body was a little cold.

Not long after, the cold voice of No. 67 sounded.

"How long do you want to stay here?"

Ning Zhe raised the corners of his lips slightly, raised his eyes to look at him, "No. 67, I can't walk anymore."

67 stared at him without speaking.

In fact, Huo Chen is right in saying that Ning Zhe always likes to use that hypocritical and innocent face to cover up the cruelty and ruthlessness in his heart.

The mist around No. 67 gradually surged, and one after another, it moved towards Ning Zhe, bringing a hint of danger faintly.

Suddenly, a pair of soft and cold little hands stretched out and carefully tapped on the smoky shadow of No. 67, as if they were tentatively touching him.

"Number 67, are you angry?"

No. 67 was silent for a moment, put away the fog wrapped around Ning Zhe's neck, and denied it indifferently: "No."

His voice has returned to calm and cold, without a trace of emotion.

Ning Zhe blinked, reached out and touched his neck, but didn't make a sound.

No. 67 didn't know that he had noticed it, so he said lightly: "It's getting late, hurry up, your spirit can't last so long."

What he didn't say was that if there was any further delay, Xing Su's divine sense would also dissipate.

No. 67 glanced indifferently at the increasingly shallow and fragile barrier on Ning Zhe, but did not tell Ning Zhe about it.

Ning Zhe doesn't need to know what someone has paid for him, he just needs to stay by his side obediently, and it is enough to collect the abused value.

Just as 67 was about to say something, at this moment, the ground suddenly shook slightly, and not far away, dark blades swept towards him with powerful destructive force.

Fuck, it really can't be avoided.

No. 67 cursed secretly, his thoughts moved slightly, and Ning Zhe's eyes suddenly became blank for a moment, and an irresistible sleepiness surged up wave after wave.

"Number 67," Ning Zhe shook his head, his feet were unsteady, and his voice was a little confused, "I... I seem to be a little sleepy..."

"Go to sleep."

The voice of No. 67 is cold and deep, like cold jade hitting a stone, lingering for no reason.

Ning Zhe was in a trance, and felt that this voice seemed to be heard somewhere before, and it was inexplicably familiar.

However, before he could think about it, sleepiness completely swallowed him up.

Ning Zhe gradually closed his eyes, and his body slowly fell down.

67's smoky body quickly wrapped around Ning Zhe's soul, weaving into a tight light cocoon, firmly protecting him in the cocoon.

At this moment, gusts of wind rushed towards them wrapped in terrifying dark blades, instantly splitting the protective cocoon woven by No. 67's body into pieces of residual fog.

This is the reason why No. 67 asked Xing Su to protect her with divine sense.

In this world, turning one's soul is forbidden by heaven and earth, and with his current strength, he still cannot compete with the power of this law.

No. 67 mobilized all his energy, tried his best to protect Ning Zhe's soul, and quickly passed through this wind blade that was powerful enough to tear apart space.

When Ning Zhe woke up, he found that he had left that dark and cold place.

"Qin Nu woke up!"

Before Ning Zhe could fully open his eyes, there was a sharp voice in his ear.

Ning Zhe frowned slightly, and gently opened his eyes.

What caught the eye was a smoky blue smoked gauze tent, a few precious luminous pearls were adorned on the curtain, against the light of a bean candle next to it, brightly illuminated the room.

Beside the couch, a man dressed as a servant was instructing his subordinates: "What are you dawdling about, go and tell the prince, Qin slave is awake!"