I'm a killer with no emotions

No. 59 was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and when he turned around, he realized that it was just a projection.

"Ah Jiu is so surprised, did you miss me?"

The main system bent down to get closer to his face.

It was obviously just a phantom, but the astonishing power did not decrease at all. No. 59 was tense all over, and he didn't even notice that he had been retreating.

"You, how do you..."

"I'm here to find Ning Zhe." The main system smiled, "I heard that he hid the main god, how can this be? Jiu, do you know where Ning Zhe is?"

Number 59 clenched his fists nervously, bit the tip of his tongue, and forced himself to calm down: "I don't know, Number 67 never trusts me, how could he entrust Ning Zhe to my care?"

"Oh? Seriously?" The main system seemed to believe it.

No. 59 nodded.

He thought he was well hidden.

But he didn't know that his unconscious eyes had already betrayed everything.

Following the corner of his eyes, the main system looked towards the master bedroom, and said with a smile, "So it's here, thank you Jiu." As he said that, he was about to walk over.

No. 59 turned pale in shock, and immediately stopped him, "No!"

But when the eyes of the main system fell on him, he trembled with fear and couldn't even take a step.

No. 67 shook his head. No. 59's fear of the main system was already deep in his bones. He didn't dare to resist this man at all.

"Lu Chen, enough is enough."

He opened his lips coldly, and called out the name of the master system, "If you really want to kill Ning Zhe, come here by yourself."

"You know, I can't leave the system space, I will die if I leave." The main system sighed and smiled helplessly.

No. 67 had serious eyebrows and eyes, "Since that's the case, then stay there quietly and wait for me to kill you, get out!"

He shouted sharply, the space was turbulent for a while, the projection of the main system could not be maintained, and gradually dissipated.

No. 59 was limp on the ground, covered in cold sweat, covered his face and said in pain, "I'm sorry."

No. 67 glanced at him, but said nothing.

He didn't have time to waste here, the war had already started on No. 61, and he had to find a way to destroy the sword in his hand first.

Not surprisingly, this sword should not be fully refined yet, and they are not completely hopeless, as long as they can hold back No. 61's actions.

He sent a voice transmission to the high priest and the young lord, hoping that they would cooperate with him.

It's a pity that the two people's arrogance against each other didn't take him seriously at all, and they just beat themselves.

Number 67 was so angry that he almost attacked his own people.

The four of them fought fiercely in mid-air, not paying any attention to the two unconscious people Huo Chen and Qingluan lying underneath.

Qingluan woke up when a rock hit her head.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw countless scattered wind blades coming straight towards his face with murderous aura.

Startled, he waved his sleeves to stop him, and quickly jumped out of the battlefield. Before he left, he grabbed Huo Chen's skirt and took him away along the way.

He found a safe place, put Huo Chen down, and patted his cheek, "General Huo, don't sleep, you will die if you sleep again."

Huo Chen closed his eyes, breathing weakly.

He was seriously injured to protect Ning Zhe before, and he has not died until now, so his fate is hard.

Qingluan thought for a while, then pursed her lips and said, "Huo Chen, Ningning said, if you don't wake up, he will abandon you and marry Gu to be the princess."

As soon as these words came out, Huo Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were fierce and violent, like a beast that had been imprisoned in the dark for too long.

"emperor......"

He panted heavily and murmured, the confusion in his eyes had not dissipated, and he looked as if he had just walked back from the gate of the underworld.

"Don't think about it, he's not here, he's been hidden."

Qingluan's words made him sober up a little.

"Tibetan?"

As soon as Huo Chen looked up, he saw four people fighting fiercely in mid-air.

He knew both the high priest in white and the young master in black, but... who were those two short-haired men?

And looking at the offensive, the offensive of these two people was actually a bit fiercer than that of the high priest, and each attack carried an astonishingly huge force, and the power and influence were terrifying.

He had no idea when these two characters appeared in the world.

"The magic soldier was born, it should be this person's handwriting." Qingluan's eyes fell on No. 61 who was holding the sword, rather unfriendly.

If it weren't for this Laoshizi Divine Soldier, how could he have fallen into such a predicament, unable to protect himself.

He squinted his eyes and asked Huo Chen, "General, can you still move?"

Huo Chen closed his eyes, stood up from the ground, his brows were calm and firm, "Prince, why don't you ask yourself if you can fight again."

Qingluan sneered disdainfully, "Joke! If you can't fight, how can you snatch someone from you wolves?"

"The emperor belongs to this general, the prince should stop thinking about it as soon as possible."

"How do you know if you haven't played?"

The two looked at each other, then shot suddenly, and both attacked No. 61's back.

This unexpected attack made No. 61 too late to prepare for it, and he sprayed blood when he opened his mouth. There were criss-crossed wounds on his body, which was quite terrifying.

The high priest frowned, his light gray pupils were somewhat suspicious, "His fate is clearly over, why is he still alive?"

The young master sarcastically said: "I said earlier that your Laoshizi's astrological fate is unreliable, and Ning Zhe is clearly the destined person. You are the only one who doesn't believe it."

Huo Chen gave him a cold look, "That's not what you said before, the person clamoring to crush him to ashes is clearly you."

The young master's face darkened, "General Huo, anyone can say this, only you are not qualified, don't you know how much Ning Zhe believes in you? Couldn't you be the one who sacrificed him to heaven?"

Among these people, only Qingluan had no memory, couldn't understand what they were talking about, and watched them quarreling with doubts in his eyes.

If he remembered correctly, the Young Lord of the Demon Realm seemed to have never set foot in Dayue. When did his relationship with people like Huo Chen become so good?

"What the hell are you... talking about?"

Young Master looked at him with contempt in his eyes, "Is this the Prince Tianqi who was fooled by Ning Zhe?"

Huo Chen nodded, his expression cold and serious, "Yes, this is the trash who humiliated the emperor and made him suffer so much."

Qingluan: "..."

What did he do?

Number 67 looked at them with a headache.

Over there, number 61 was recovering its strength, and these few were lucky, so they immediately started arguing.

Fortunately, the High Priest was quite reliable, and together with him took advantage of No. 61's unpreparedness, they directly attacked without giving him any room to rest.

The frame of No. 61 gold-rimmed glasses was stained with blood, and her hair was disheveled. She was no longer as calm as before.

He laughed: "67, are you trying to kill them all?"

"It's not that I will kill them all, but you are looking for your own death."

There was a sneer on the corner of No. 67's lips, "From the day you planned to follow the main system, you have already lost."

"Heh...Sometimes I envy your dominance. You don't seem to be afraid of anything. No matter what happens, you never panic. You seem to control everything in your hands."

No. 67 raised his hand and summoned a sharp sword, pierced his shoulder unexpectedly, nailed him to the cliff, and said, "It's not a seeming, it's a fact."

Blood poured out from No. 61's shoulder crazily.

The Excalibur in his hand fell to the ground and was immediately frozen by the high priest with ice.

No. 61 hung her head, her long hair was wet with blood, sticking to her face in strands, her face was covered with bloodstains, and her thin lips were dyed bright red.

His glasses had fallen somewhere long ago, revealing a pair of long, narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes with the tails of the eyes raised up, quite attractive.

"Fact..." He chuckled, raised his eyes to glance at No. 61, and shook his head, "It's a pity that you can control everything, but you can't control people's hearts."

No. 67 paused, "...what do you mean?"

"Don't you understand? You really treat No. 59, but do you really know whether No. 59 treats you sincerely?"

number 59......

Ning Zhe!Suffered!

No. 67 woke up suddenly, and immediately let go of him and rushed into the space.

But it was too late.

The master bedroom was empty, No. 59 was not there, and Ning Zhe was gone.

On the 59th, this guy actually betrayed him...

"Do you know why the main system likes No. 59 so much, but still locks him up with you? Because he wants to send him to you as an undercover agent." No. 61 chuckled, "If not, how could you Would you trust him and hand over Ning Zhe to him?"

No. 67's voice sank a bit, "He has been acting in front of me?"

"you can say it this way."

No. 61 drew the sword on his shoulder and snapped his fingers. All the scars on his body disappeared immediately, and even his clothes returned to the cleanliness of the beginning.

"You are too cautious. Even the protective shield in the space is covered with your own consciousness. If it weren't for the help of Master No. 59, there is really no way to get Ning Zhe out of your nose."

He laughed and raised his hand to call out, the Excalibur immediately broke free from the shackles of the high priest and others, and returned to his hand.

He pushed his glasses, and smiled with his lips hooked: "I had a good time today, number 67, looking forward to seeing you next time."

The next time we meet, it will naturally be your death date.

With a swipe of the long sword, a crack was opened in the air, and he walked in slowly, disappearing directly from Tongming Cliff.

The high priest frowned, turned to look at No. 67, "What's going on?"

Leaving aside how No. 67 dealt with these people, at this time in the system space, Ning Zhe was forced to sit in the office of the main system and continued drinking tea with him.

He just woke up and found himself here, and the main system said that No. 59 brought him back.

Ning Zhe didn't believe it.

Although No. 59 is against No. 67, he will never betray No. 67.

Ning Zhe himself is indifferent, but he can clearly feel the emotions of other people. He knows that No. 59 is not deceiving them.

I'm afraid it was controlled by the main system by some means.

Ning Zhe was anxious, but nothing could be seen on the surface, holding the cup and drinking tea quietly.

"How does it taste this time?" the main system asked him with a smile.

"So-so." Ning Zhe said in a perfunctory manner, with a cold expression on his face: "What are you going to do? Don't be a secret, just tell me."

The main system raised its eyes and glanced at him: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Am I afraid..."

He wanted to say "it's none of your business", but after thinking about it, he felt that it was too rude, so he changed his words and said, "What does it have to do with you?"

The main system didn't know what he was struggling with. When he saw him pause for a moment, he thought he was trying to hold on. He couldn't help laughing, and said, "Don't worry, if you don't want to, I won't do anything to you."

Ning Zhe stared at him without saying a word, his big eyes were full of "Speak quickly if you have something to say, if you fart quickly."

Although the main system didn't understand his eyes, it still said: "Originally I needed your blood of the gods to resurrect the gods, but now I don't need it because I found a substitute."

"The sword spirit of Excalibur?"

The main system was a little surprised, "You know?"

Ning Zhe didn't answer him.

He was not sure at first, but now he has the answer.

He has read in ancient books that when the divine sword is first formed, a sword spirit will be born, and its strength can be compared with that of the upper god.

The sword spirit has no heart and no wisdom, it was born in all evils but returns to nothingness, if it is well guided, it may be able to generate good thoughts and curb the evil thoughts of the sword itself.

He wanted to tell Qingluan and Huo Chen about this before.

But that divine sword probably didn't want to be restrained by others, so it took the initiative to attack him and prevent him from saying that sentence.

He looked at the main system, "Since I'm useless, what are you doing with my life?"

"Of course it's because the sword spirit hasn't been born yet."

The main system took a sip of tea unhurriedly, "Do you know how to completely forge this sword? One hundred thousand souls, one hundred thousand blood of virgins, countless treasures of heaven and earth, plus three thousand virgins who volunteered to die Only by sacrificing the sword can one become a true sword spirit."

Everything else is easy to say, only this last item.

Three thousand virgin girls voluntarily sacrificed themselves to the sword, the conditions were too harsh.

Ning Zhe grasped the point of his words immediately, "You want me to die by the sword instead of these people?"

"You're so smart." The main system shook its head and sighed softly. "You are completely different from the description in the information. I even began to suspect that there is something wrong with my intelligence network."

"People will always change, and if you stick to your old ways, you will only lead to your own destruction." Ning Zhe's expression was flat, his whole body was extraordinary, and his every move was full of dignity.

The main system laughed, "You are right, that's why I want to change and create a brand new main god, and you are my opportunity."

Ning bent his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. Instead, he said coldly, "Why do you think I will agree to you? What do those people's life and death have to do with me?"

"You will agree." The main system smiled firmly, "You used to be a soft-hearted person, and you never want to see the scene of people dying."

Ning Zhe thought he was just joking.

Others said that he was a heartless monster, without the slightest empathy, and never cared about the life and death of others.

He can personally push a hundred thousand soldiers into a pit of fire, what else can he not do?

Seeing that he didn't take it seriously at all, the main system didn't say anything, and waved someone to take him down.

What he wanted was for Ning Zhe to voluntarily die by the sword.

But it doesn't matter if Ning Zhe really refuses to die for the sword, he naturally has other ways.

It's been so long, the medicine should have taken effect.

Ning Zhe was imprisoned in a snow-white cell, unable to use a little divine power, which was equivalent to being cut off from the outside world.

He tried to speak to 67 through the ring, but received no reply.

61 came to see him.

There was a bloody smell on this man's body, and his face seemed much more coquettish than before, making Ning Zhe wonder if he had put on women's makeup.

"I heard that No. 67 is coming to rescue you."

As No. 61 spoke, he slowly stroked his face and smiled lightly, "Do you think they will succeed?"

Ning Zhe didn't want to speak, but quietly lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

No. 61 was not annoyed, and continued: "No. 59 was locked in the room by the main system, and he didn't come out for several days and nights. Hearing from the small system passing by, he could hear screams from inside from time to time. Guess what? What are you doing in there?"

Ning Zhe frowned and looked up at him.

Number 61's fingers slowly moved down from his cheeks, touched the corners of his lips, and gently rubbed the fingertips on his lips, bringing his face closer to him.

He breathed in Ning Zhe's ear, and then said: "And your elder brother Yunlan has also been taken back by the main system and sent to the laboratory. When the sword spirit is forged, the main system will kill No. 67 and them , let Yunlan become a god."

Ning Zhe felt more and more strange in his heart, turned his head to look at him, "Why did you tell me this?"

He tilted his head slightly, his black eyes under the long eyelashes were dark and deep, with a little bit of starlight shining, looking at it from the angle of number 61, it was extremely beautiful.

Number 61 asked him: "Do you still remember the agreement with me?"

Ning Zhe opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I don't remember, don't ask me, I never said that."

No. 61 chuckled and didn't care about it, "The main system said, after Yunlan becomes a god, you will belong to me, and I can play however I want, so I will always help him."

Ning Zhe looked at him like a fool.

"You think I'm stupid too, don't you?"

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense, it's not me."

"It's so cute." No. 61 squeezed his protruding mouth, "I helped him make a sword, but he lied to me, he wanted you to be a sword spirit, but I don't want to."

Ning Zhe was puzzled, "Why?"

61 laughed: "The sword spirit is not as fun as you."

...I can go to your uncle's for fun, you are the only one who has fun, and your whole family has fun.

"Of course, I don't intend to save you. I only give you a chance. Whether you can escape or not depends on you."

Ning Zhe's eyes lit up like stars in the night sky.

No. 61 paused for a while before saying what he wanted to say, and changed his mind, "I suddenly feel that this deal is not worth it."

Ning Zhe was already familiar with this person's mind, so he directly asked, "What do you want?"

No. 61's eyes fell on his soft lips, and he bent down slightly.

In the end, No. 61 left contentedly, leaving Ning Zhe to stare at him while wiping his lips vigorously.

No. 61 said that he would open the cell door at night, and he didn't care if he could escape.

The system space is already extremely well-defended, and with so many systems, it would be extremely difficult for him to escape.

He sacrificed his chastity in exchange for such a small chance, no matter what Ning Zhe thought, it was not worth it.

Next time if you catch No. 61 for him, you must beat this person to death!

Time passed extremely quickly, and soon it was night.

No. 61 arrived on time, called the authority to help him open the cell door, and watched him leave.

Ning Zhe didn't rush to leave immediately, but asked him about Yunlan's whereabouts.

"You can't protect yourself alone, and you still want to take him away?"

To be honest, he actually wanted to pack No. 59 and Yunlan away together, but No. 59 was in the main system, so he probably couldn't beat him, so he gave up.

No. 61 looked him over carefully, and finally said: "I really don't understand what kind of virtue Yunlan accumulated in her previous life that made you so devoted to him."

Ning Zhe didn't understand either.

But he never thinks too much about things he can't figure out.

Yun Lan's laboratory is a little far away from here, so No. 61 put him in a storage ring and brought him in.

Ning Zhe saw that Yunlan's body was covered with all kinds of strange tubes and locked in a transparent box filled with water.

"It was to keep him alive."

No. 61 explained to him lightly, "Excalibur killed too many people before, and an incomplete pseudo-spirit was born in it. The main system tried to forcibly create a god, but failed, and Yun Lan almost died because of it."

As he said that, he turned his head to look at Ning Zhe, "You are his only hope now."

"Then if I escape, won't you be in danger?"

"Do you care?"

"Do not."

"Then don't ask any more questions. Anyway, I'll be fine. You can take him and leave." After a pause, he added, "It's best not to come back."

No. 61 broke the glass, took Yunlan out and put it in a storage ring and gave it to him.

Ning Zhe knew that time was urgent, so he glanced at him hastily, took the ring and left.

He walked in a hurry, and he didn't see the weird smile on No. 61's lips.

Ning Zhe avoided the system inspection all the way, followed the route map he was told during the day on the 61st, and came to the control room quietly.

"...The system space is an independent space body, which is not connected to the world he lives in. If ordinary people want to leave here, they can only go to the control room to open the space passage."

Ning Zhe thought about 61's words in his heart, quickly knocked out the first two guard systems in the control room, and dodged into the control room.

"Who!?"

"who!"

Fortunately, there were only two people in the control room. Ning Zhe controlled the flame to stun one system, and then controlled the other system in his hands. The flame blade pressed against his neck, and threatened in a cold voice: "Open the space channel!"

Although he is small, but after wearing the number 67 ring, his strength has grown a lot, and his murderous aura is cold, so he can bluff people.

This little system, which had just been intern for a short time, was frightened by him and asked tremblingly, "What, what?"

"I want to go back to my own world, open the space channel, let me go back, I won't hurt your life."

As he said that, a cluster of dark blue flames sprang out from the flame blade in his hand, which was very cold.

The small system stared and was forced to cry, "What kind of space channel, I, I don't know... how can there be any space channel here!"

Ning Zhe was taken aback, and asked him: "Then how did your system enter and leave other worlds?"

"The system is an energy body, it can be transmitted by itself, and there is no need for any channels at all?"

"You lied, number 61 obviously..."

Before he finished speaking, he paused, and suddenly understood.

Number 61 was lying to him.

Suddenly there was a chuckle from behind, and the figure of No. 61 turned out from the dark place, "Ning Zhe, I really didn't expect that you really dared to believe me."