I'm a killer with no emotions

Dingbeiwei, who went to spy on intelligence, came back at dawn.

At the same time, I brought back a secret letter.

After Ning Yan opened the letter and read it, he handed it to Yunlan.

Ning Zhe also stretched his neck, lying in his arms to watch together.

Yunlan smiled, "Can you understand?"

Ning Zhe ignored him, staring at the letter with two dark round eyes.

The letter was written by Huo Chen. He wanted to cooperate with Ningyan to plan to wipe out a cavalry stationed outside Fengtai City.

The letter attached a specific battle plan, asking King Dingbei to send a small support army as bait to lure the enemy to go deep, while he led troops to attack and outflank from the rear.

The army was besieged for several days, food and grass were cut off, and reinforcements could not come in. This is currently the only way to minimize casualties.

It's just that in this way, the decoy team that came into contact with the army face to face may be in danger.

What's more, the Tianqi dynasty has already learned about their sending additional reinforcements, so it's not okay to just send someone there. Ning Yan must lead the troops in person to dispel Tianqi's vigilance.

Ning Zhe looked at Ning Yan, and saw that he was frowning in thought.

"Master, you can't go!" A Dingbei guard objected with a sullen face.

"Yes, this is too dangerous. General Huo clearly wants to put you to death!"

Another younger Dingbeiwei came forward and said: "This subordinate knows the art of disguise, and also has a little bit of illusion. Master, let this subordinate go for you, and this subordinate promises to complete the task!"

Immediately afterwards, several people echoed.

Ning Yan raised his eyes, glanced at the agitated people, "Okay, what are you arguing about, this king has his own plans."

"master......"

A few people wanted to say more, but Ning Yan's face darkened, "Have you done everything that the king ordered? Why don't you leave?"

Ding Beiwei had no choice but to leave the tent in a desperate manner.

Yun Lan was not interested in these things, and wanted to leave with Ning Zhe in her arms, but was stopped by Ning Yan.

"doing what?"

"What does the master think?"

Yun Lan raised her eyebrows, "What do you think?"

Ning Yan's eyes fell on the well-behaved little milk cat in his arms, and he paused and said, "It's about the substitute."

"The lord's own affairs, the lord's own affairs, the lord's own. Is my opinion important?" Yun Lan was a little displeased with his eyes, took a step back, and covered Ning Zhe with her sleeve robe, with a cold expression on her face.

Ning Yan couldn't see the cat, so he looked away, "Witchcraft was prevalent in the Tianqi Dynasty. There must be high-strength warlocks in the army who can see through the disguise. In order not to make them suspicious, the servant decided to lead the army to lure the enemy himself."

"Oh, what does it have to do with me?"

"Master's appearance is now known all over the world, and the story of you traveling with the army has already been spread. Therefore, I invite the master to go with the servants."

Yun Lan squinted her eyes, stared at him for a moment, then pulled her lips and said: "My lord, you keep claiming that I am the master and swearing loyalty to me, but you put me in danger without caring... Is this what you call loyalty?"

Ning Yan looked calm, "The servant will protect the safety of the master."

"That's right, the prince wants to take good care of me." Yun Lan smiled ironically, hugged Ning Zhe and left.

When the two of them were talking, Ning Zhe stayed peacefully under Yunlan's sleeve and did not make a sound. After returning to the camp, he got out of Yunlan's sleeve robe.

Yunlan said: "Qingluan sent me a voice, asking me to lead the high priest to the Weihe River in Sanli, where he set up a killing array."

Ning Zhe gave him a "meow".

Yun Lan smiled, "I hadn't figured out how to trick him, but General Huo gave me a good excuse to come over."

Ning Yan only planned to bring two thousand elite soldiers, and then used illusion to create the illusion of tens of thousands of troops to deceive the enemy and lure the enemy to the mountains and forests near the Weishui River.

There was a hidden gorge there, with an unobstructed view from the side of the mountain, perfect for an ambush, and then they could catch the enemy.

The high priest was responsible for the illusion, because no one else could create such a huge illusion, and he could guarantee that Tianqi would not find out.

In this way, the high priest should also act with them, and it will be much more convenient for him to do it again.

After thinking about it, Yunlan patted Ning Zhe's head, "Will you hate me if I do something to your master?"

Before Ning Zhe could speak, he smiled himself, with gentle eyes, "It's okay to hate me, I don't like the way that person looks at you, I want to take you away, even if Qingluan doesn't force me this time, I will sooner or later Will do it too."

"Ningning, you belong to me."

Ning Zhe stared at his still gentle pupils, and suddenly felt that even without Ning Zhe blocking the way, Yunlan would sooner or later become the Yunlan he didn't know.

He frowned and fell silent.

Yun Lan didn't intend to force him to agree, she touched him as usual, and took him to the high priest.

The high priest is making tea.

The snow clothes are like pine, and the green smoke is curling up, making the cold him look a little bit human.

He sat in front of the rough wooden table and poured a cup of tea for Yunlan.

Yun Lan didn't take his tea, and told him directly about Ning Yan's plan.

The high priest was silent for a moment, put down the teacup, and said respectfully: "King Dingbei told me about this."

"What's your answer?"

"The waiter declined."

Sure enough.

Ning Zhe sighed from the bottom of his heart.

The high priest is nominally the national teacher of Dai Viet, who has silently guarded Dai Viet for 300 years and has always been admired by the world.

But in fact, this person doesn't care about the life and death of the people of Da Viet at all.

He protects Da Yue just because this Da Yue is the one left by his master.

From the previous incident where the demon army invaded Dayue, but he stood by and watched, it can already be seen that there is no one in the world in this person's heart.

The only thing he cares about is the master he recognizes.

Otherwise, with his strength, Qi Jingbing, who is just a few thousand days old, is no match for him alone.

He just didn't want to make a move.

Yun Lan didn't know the strength of the High Priest, so she just frowned when she heard the words, thinking about how to get the High Priest to agree to this matter.

The high priest seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and said indifferently: "If the master wants the servant to accompany him, the servant should follow his orders."

Yun Lan didn't believe it, "Really?"

The high priest bowed his head in an extremely submissive gesture.

Yun Lan still didn't dispel her doubts.

After all, he had nothing to do with the high priest at all, and according to his cautious temperament, it was reasonable to be suspicious.

"I heard from others that the high priest is cold and arrogant, and doesn't like to talk to others, but why do you listen to me so much? Just because I am the God you call God?" Yun Lan asked the doubts in her heart.

The high priest did not reply immediately this time.

His eyes paused on Ning Zhe for a long moment before looking at Yunlan, "Yes, because you are my master."

"But I don't remember anything."

"Ziwei Wangxing recognizes you as the master, and I will not recognize the wrong person."

Yun Lan paused, lowered her eyes, and while slowly stroking Ning Zhe's head, said: "In that case, you can come with us tomorrow."

The high priest responded, "The servants will send someone to speak to King Dingbei."

He looked at the sky and asked again: "Does the master want to eat here? The servant has sent someone to prepare dinner."

After a pause, he added, "It's all the master's favorite food."

As soon as he finished speaking, a divine attendant walked in, removed the tea set from the small table, and placed some dishes on the table.

Yun Lan glanced at it, then flatly refused: "The High Priest made a mistake, I don't like fish."

After speaking, he took Ning Zhe and left.

The high priest was left sitting alone in front of the small table, watching the hot dishes on the table in silence, his gray eyes somewhat dead.

But it didn't take long for the silent atmosphere to be broken.

The door curtain was opened a small crack, and a small white milk cat was desperately trying to get in, and its two big round eyes were turning non-stop.

The high priest put down the teacup and looked sideways at him, "What are you doing back here, where is the master?"

Ning Zhe whispered "meow" at him, hoping that he could help him in.

In order to protect against wind, the curtains of the tents are made of extremely thick coarse cotton material, which is full of morning dew, so heavy that Ning Zhe couldn't open it at all.

It's a pity that the high priest only glanced at him lightly, showing no sign of helping.

Ning Zhe whimpered aggrievedly, "Meow."

The voice was as soft as a feather, gently scratching at the tip of the person's heart, bringing about a faint throbbing.

His moist black eyes looked at the high priest with a pitiful expression on his face.

Tell the high priest to be silent for a while, and clenched his fingertips tightly to keep quiet.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Ning Zhe called out a few more times.

The high priest's face was sullen, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he dispelled the illusion on him with a little finger, and said coldly: "It's easy to talk."

As soon as Ning Zhe returned to his normal figure, he opened the curtain and threw himself on him.

The high priest didn't expect him to do this, and he didn't dodge it.

Ning Zhe jumped on him firmly, hit his chest, and rubbed against his neck.

The high priest's expression quickly cooled down, and he called him in a warning tone: "Ning Zhe, let go."

Ning Zhe looked at the fragrant dinner on his little table, then looked up at him, and softly called, "Master, I'm hungry."

"You sneaked back for this?" The high priest looked even colder.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes and spoke nonsense, and said solemnly and crisply: "No, it's because I miss Master."

The high priest ignored him, the aura around him was as cold as ever, and the murderous intent in his gray eyes, he had the intention of killing him if he didn't let go.

Ning Zhe looked at him for a while, then silently let go, "...well, don't be angry, I understand."

"Go over and sit down." The high priest ordered coldly.

Ning Zhe obediently crawled across to him and sat down.

"You came here privately, where did you leave the master?"

"Yun Lan is taking a bath."

"Does he know when you come out?"

"If he knew I wouldn't be able to get out."

"Now, go back immediately, don't let him not find you."

Ning Zhe didn't listen to what he was saying at all, staring blankly at the small plate of boiled fish on the table, his mouth watered.

"Master." He raised his head, looked eagerly at the man opposite him, with a pitiful expression, "I want to..."

The High Priest stared at him indifferently for a moment.

Just when Ning Zhe thought he was going to get angry, he suddenly said: "Do you like fish?"

Ning Zhe's eyes brightened slightly, and he nodded immediately.

To be precise, as long as it is food, he likes it, but he prefers fish.

But he has never had close friends, and no one knows his preference.

After hearing his words, the high priest fell silent again, his expression was gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ning Zhe noticed that he didn't seem to be in a good mood, thought about it, and asked tentatively, "...Master?"

The high priest closed his eyes and sighed, "Eat."

Ning Zhe said casually, but he did not expect that he really agreed, and he was not polite at the moment. He ate all the dishes and licked the bottom of the bowl so smooth. If the high priest hadn't taken his bowl, he would have liked The bowl was swallowed.

"Okay, go back." The high priest issued an order to evict the guests.

However, Ning Zhe didn't have any strength left, he slumped on the seat motionless while touching his stomach, and wandered comfortably into the sky.

The high priest frowned and called him, "Ning Zhe."

Ning Zhe didn't respond.

The high priest raised his voice, and his tone was a little harsher, "Ning Zhe!"

Ning Zhe came back to his senses, glanced at him, and suddenly sat up to grab his wrist.

The high priest didn't pay attention, and his finger was caught by him.

Ning Zhe opened his wide sleeve robe, and saw the green willow ring on his wrist.

There is also a small formation to retain vitality, so that the green willow ring not only does not wither, but becomes more tender and evergreen.

"Hey, Master is still wearing it." Ning Zhe's lips curled up, and he looked at him brightly.

The high priest looked at him for a moment, then quickly moved his eyes away, and said coldly, "What's the matter with you?"

Ning Zhe was silent for a moment, rubbed his fingers unconsciously on the back of his hand, and said after deliberation: "If I beg Master..."

The high priest looked down at him with no emotion in his eyes.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, "What if I beg Master to help General Huo defeat the enemy this time?"

"Retreat the enemy?"

"...Well." Ning Zhe nodded, "Tianqi's army is strong, and if there is a battle, the Dayue army must suffer heavy casualties, but if it is Master who takes action, the enemy can be repelled almost without a single soldier. .Master, didn’t you say you wanted to pray for the gods before? If that’s the case, isn’t protecting the people of Dayue just accumulating merit for Yunlan..."

Ning Zhe babbled.

However, the high priest's mind was not on his words.

He was lowering his eyes, looking at the clasped hands of himself and Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe was probably too nervous to notice that she was holding his hand.

His hands were cold, so Ning Zhe's hands were surprisingly warm and soft. Five slender, white fingers wrapped around his hands as if they had no bones, and they scratched his palms from time to time, causing a soft numbness. Itching.

"...Yun Lan will definitely treat Master better."

After Ning Zhe finished talking, seeing that the high priest still bowed his head and said nothing, he couldn't help but asked in doubt: "...Master?"

The high priest raised his eyes and looked at him lightly, "Why did you save those people?"

Ning Zhe wanted to say that he didn't want to see innocent people die in vain, but the high priest said directly: "Tell the truth."

Ning Zhe could only sigh, and said, "I want to do... for Lingji...."

Didn't the emperor cause disasters because of his ruthless methods before, if he can do something for the emperor this time, maybe he won't become a woman in the future.

"Why do you beg me?" The high priest asked the last question.

Ning Zhe frowned, not really wanting to answer.

He carefully looked at the indifferent young man in white in front of him, and said in a very low voice: "Since Master can promise Brother Yunlan..."

The high priest brushed his hand away coldly, "Go back."

Ning Zhe was slightly startled, "Master..."

The high priest turned his back to him, with a cold voice, "Only this once."

Ning Zhe hooked his lips, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

Once is enough.

One time is enough to kill you.

He thanked the high priest, and when he walked out of the tent, he turned back into the little kitten again.

Xue and Ling looked at his series of disobedient reactions, and asked in puzzlement, "Master, what are you doing?"

"I am worried about my family and country, and I want to help Da Yue tide over the difficulties." Ning Zhe said nonsense in a serious manner.

Xue and Ling were silent for a while, not knowing how to answer.

Ning bent the corners of his lips, and didn't tease him again: "The high priest is extremely powerful, even with Qingluan's killing array and my trump card, I still don't feel at ease."

When he said that, Xue and Ling understood, "Master wants to consume the divine power of the high priest?"

"That's right, a thousand cavalry is not a small number. Once he makes a move, it will definitely consume a lot. If Qingluan can't kill him..." Ning Zhe pursed his lips and smiled, "That's really useless."

Xue and Ling thought that the master seemed to be getting worse and worse, and it was all the good deeds of Master No. 67, who taught some messy things, which led the original kind and innocent little master astray.

But he only dared to complain in his heart, after all, No. 67 didn't know where to stare at him.

Xue and Ling paused for a moment, then asked again: "What is the trump card that the master said...?" He hadn't seen Ning Zhe making any special preparations these days.

Ning Zhe remembered the green willow ring on the high priest's wrist, slightly hooked his lips, and said in a low voice: "I will know when the time comes."

When he returned to the tent, Yun Lan had just finished taking a bath and came out.

The beauty comes out of the bath, the veil is not hidden, and the vermilion is half exposed.

In fact, it is very beautiful. Yunlan's appearance is the type that Ning Zhe likes very much, including his personality. He really likes Yunlan, otherwise he would not be willing to stay by his side all the time.

"Ning Ning went out to play?"

Yunlan saw the clods of mud under his feet at a glance, picked him up, and asked the attendant to bring a small wooden basin to bathe him.

Ning Zhe didn't resist, just lay in the hot water and let him do whatever he wanted.

Since the high priest said he was dirty last time, he had to take a bath every day to make himself smell good, so as not to be rejected by that man again.

Fortunately, Yunlan dotes on him very much, responds to every request, and even helps him smoke good-smelling incense.

Ning Zhe thought to himself, as long as there are no problems this time and Yunlan can become a god safely, he will be able to see such a gentle brother Yunlan forever.

The battle time set by Huo Chen is tomorrow morning.

So Ning Zhe went to bed early tonight.

The journey was exhausting, but Yun Lan could still persevere, but his small body, which had never suffered much, could not hold on.

Ning Zhe misses his former body a bit.

Seeing that he was sleepy, Yunlan turned off the light and lay down.

It's just that neither of them expected that someone would sneak into the tent in the middle of the night, stupefy Yun Lan, and steal Ning Zhe away.

It was too late when Ning Zhe realized the danger.

The man in black covered his mouth tightly to prevent him from making a sound, and quickly took him away while the patrolling soldiers were leaving.

Ning Zhe smelled a strong smell of blood from them, and the smell was vaguely familiar.

It wasn't long before he was carried out of the camp in a sack.

After bumping all the way, he was released after arriving in a dark room.

The moment his head was exposed, someone put a stick of incense on the tip of his nose.

Ning Zhe inadvertently took a sip, and his consciousness immediately fell into a coma, his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't see clearly.

He forced himself to open his eyes, and could vaguely see the man in black kneeling respectfully at someone's feet who had brought him out, saying, "Master, here it is."

A familiar deep voice sounded from above, "Keep an eye on him, wait for tomorrow..."

Ning Zhe couldn't hear the words that followed.

He fell to the ground, trying to open his eyes to see the man's face clearly, but his eyelids were extremely heavy, and he didn't listen to his command at all.

Intense sleepiness and exhaustion surged, like a giant beast devouring his remaining thoughts.

Gradually, he closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into endless darkness.

He seemed to have had a dream. In the dream, someone called him "Ning Ning", someone called him "The Emperor", and someone called him "A Ning".

Countless black shadows covered his body, entangled his hands, feet and throat, and black mud rolled from nowhere poured into his mouth, nose and ears, making him unable to breathe, and unable to hear any sound.

The death-like silence and fear made him feel suffocated, Ning Zhe stretched out his hands and struggled to his death, trying to escape from all this.

Just when he was exhausted and almost desperate, suddenly, a beam of light shot out from nowhere, breaking through the boundless and lonely darkness.

A pair of cold but powerful hands tightly grasped his wrist, shouted "Ning Zhe!" in a low voice, and pulled him up from the abyss with all his strength.

Ning Zhe suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils absent-minded.

Someone beside him said: "Wake up."

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look over.

...It's Yan Pei.

Yan Pei was still young, with a doll's face full of soft flesh, two round eyes, red lips and white teeth, inexplicably cute.

Ning Zhe blinked, and called out to him, but the exit was a weak "meow".

He glanced at his hand, a furry paw, and realized that he hadn't changed yet.

Yan Pei ignored him and stood up, "I don't understand what the general is thinking, but he wants me to heal a cat."

The boy in black, who was leaning on the door frame and standing with his hands behind his back, listened quietly to his complaints without making a sound.

Yan Pei kicked his calf, "Hey, you are talking! You are blind, but not dumb."

Lin Li lowered his eyes and "looked" at him. His eyes were deep and dark, giving Yan Pei a trance... the illusion that he could see.

He spoke with a hoarse voice: "What do you want me to say?"

Yan Pei was a little uncomfortable, and turned his eyes away, "You can say anything, for example... I am a military adviser who is not going to fight, but I am here to cool down a cat's fever. Is it plausible!?"

Lin Li didn't return him, but walked up to Ning Zhe and looked at him, expressionlessly said: "The general told you to go find him when you wake up."

Ning Zhe: "..."

So, why do you all think a cat can understand human speech?