Both Jing Du and the Divination Pavilion initiates had said that he would rather be a monster without a heart.

When he first arrived that year, Ning Zhe was told by them to step on the soles of his feet, and he didn't understand how to call it a heart, and how to fit others in his heart.

Even though his initiates laughed at him for being ignorant and cowardly, at him for accomplishing nothing, and at his poor background, he never said a word and silently endured everyone's remarks.

"Ah Zhe, they bully you so much, do you hate them" The old Jing Du looked at Ning Zhe as his own child, looked at Ning Zhe's body that was always covered in bruises, and asked distressed more than once.

Ning Zhen thought for a while and asked with a smile, "What is hate?" ”

He naturally knows what hatred is, that is, you Jingdui gave up the army to defend the imperial city, and gave up tens of thousands of lives in order to protect the few members of the royal family!

Hate is that your son Jing Ke used him to test medicine a year before he left the Thousand Mountains, destroying his original future that should not be underestimated.

Hate is his desperate life, or it can only be said to be survival, but he still can't resist the injustice of fate.

Just thinking about hiding it on his face, Ning Zhi still shook his head with a smile and said, "I don't hate them." ”

After listening to Ning Zhe's words, Jing Du fell silent, both happy and sad.

Glad that he was able to control this young man who had no worries and no seven emotions and six desires.

It's sad that he treats him like a son but doesn't get a little emotional return.

He asked Ning Zhe why he did not hesitate at all when he decided to make Ning Zhe the high priest and ordered the slaughter of innocent people who knew about it, but carried out the order without hesitation.

Ke Ningzhen just smiled indifferently, he didn't know those people, nor had he received their favors, in this case, what did their life or death have to do with him.

Jing Du suddenly felt on that day: Ning Zhen not only has no feelings, but even has no heart.

He knew that Ning Zhe was indifferent, but he didn't expect that his heart was so cold and ruthless that he didn't pay attention to anything other than him at all.

That's fine, maybe this kind of temperament is the best candidate for the high priest of the divination pavilion that he should have nothing to worry about in his heart.

But he didn't know that all the indifference and ruthlessness that Ning Zhe showed were disguises he had learned in so many years in the thousands of mountains.

He didn't even know that Ning Zhe's seemingly cold-blooded and ruthless heart also hid a soft place.

Ah Che, Ning Zhen never knew his name, nor did he know his identity, only that he saved himself and gave him infinite light and hope.

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Speaking of his encounter with Ah Che, it goes back a long time, and Ning Zhen can't remember the specific day, only that during those dark days, he was imprisoned in a cell by the Twelve Generals, lying in a daze day after day.

On that day, the old cell creaked open, and a noble son slowly walked in, not thinking that it was dirty, and saw Ning Zhe straight, so he squatted in front of him and helped him up.

The weak Ning Zhen raised his eyes slightly and looked at the son, thinking that the man should have been sent by the twelve generals to settle himself.

It's just that how can he send such a noble person?

Could it be that until he died, the twelve generals would send someone to humiliate themselves like this?

Ning Zhi lay weakly in the man's arms, looking at the man's dark purple pupils as pale as mountains and rivers, calm and calm, with a shallow cold color.

A gentleman, gentle as jade.

"Ah Zhe, come with me." That's humane.

I've never met, but I feel very familiar.

Ning Zhe this person, although his clothes are ragged and fresh, his body is full of scars, and he is haggard, but he can't hide his ascetic alienation from the inside out, which can make people can't suppress the impatience in their hearts, and take a good look at his appearance.

Compared with the charm but cliché indifference, it is the most fatal seduction of Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhi stared at the man defensively, thinking chaotically in his heart, but said angrily: "Who are you and what are you doing!" ”

The man chuckled, "What are you doing, Ah Zhe will know in a while." ”

Ah Zhe, except for my father and mother, no one has ever called me like this. Ning thought bitterly.

The man's voice was soft and faint, and he picked up Ning Zhe, and left the prison despite his futile struggle.

The person who came was Beitang Che, or Lin Yan. It is the lord of the Thousand Mountains Mansion, and he is also the noble and incomparable Emperor Youxi.

When passing by the prison door, although the sun that had not been seen for many days pierced his eyes, Ke Ning Zhen saw very hard and clearly saw the token shown by the man, and saw that the guards who were arrogant and domineering on weekdays were also respectful, and even trembled and let them go out without saying a word.

It was a token of pitch-black ebony with a bright red mandala flower engraved on it.

Before Ning Zhe entered the Thousand Mountains, he was also a rich and noble son, and his father, Ning Feng, was the most effective cadre under Jing Dui. But even so, he had never heard his father mention such tokens to them.

The person who came didn't say anything, just hugged Ning Zhe and left the cell, and there was a big mountain forest as far as the eye could see, and the person seemed to be deliberately going around in circles, and he never walked out.

Ning folded on his shoulder, carefully observed the surrounding environment, thought carefully about something in his heart, and didn't make any more noise for a while.

The whole person was a little quiet at this time.

Beitang Che glanced down and found that the wounds on Ning Zhe's body didn't seem to have scabbed yet, and even bleeding, which had soaked the white prison uniform, which was extremely conspicuous and dazzling.

It was probably because of the wound that made him look so sad that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Ah Zhe, does it hurt?" Beitang Che asked cautiously, as if the treasure in his arms was not a ragged boy, but a treasure that had been treasured for many years.

Ning Zhen just stared at him, but didn't say a word.

Beitang Che was not angry, and said lightly, "Do you hate the Dingguo General's Mansion?" Jing Du hurt your family, and his son Jing Ke hurt you. As the words fell, a purple light lit up slightly on his fingertips, and it was on Ning Zhenxin.

Ning Zhi felt his body tremble slightly, and then immediately tensed, and his whole body was full of defense.

The man had no intention of hurting him, and Ning Zhen slowly knew that he was malicious, and slowly relaxed his body, feeling the sudden power from all over his body with a little curiosity.

"What is this?" Ning Zhe asked.

Beitang Che laughed, his tone was full of lightness, "Ah Zhe, this is the power of Meisheng." His cold palm inadvertently caressed Ning Zhe's body, and the touch was warm and delicate, like warm jade with excellent color.

Ning was stunned for a moment, and he also moved slightly, staring.

Beitang Che raised his eyebrows, "Are you afraid?" ”

"No, I was thinking you must have had a hard time." Ning Zhe shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and said with a bright smile, "Meisheng can also be a good person." ”

Beitang Che was stunned in a trance, his hard heart seemed to open a gap, and endless warmth flowed into it like a stream.

When he said that, he thought about Ning Zhe's reaction, whether it was frightened, scared, or kneeling on the ground and begging him to let him go.

But he never expected that this Ning Zhe, who had never met before, would actually speak. Meisheng is also human.

Then, as if he had made up his mind, a dark purple light was quietly released from his body, and slowly merged into Ning Zhen's body.

In order to let this body live well and prevent Ning Zhe from discovering his abnormality, Beitang Che injected divine power into his body and connected Ning Zhe's body with his divine soul with secret techniques.

"From now on, your body is connected to my soul, in other words, you are my person?" Beitang Che looked at Ning Zhe and asked.

His voice was still cold, but slightly nervous and hoarse.

Ning Zhi waited until the dark purple on his body receded, as if the heavy power was forever stored in his body, and then smiled, "Childe, why don't you say that you are my person?"

Beitang was silent, and a pair of dark purple pupils seemed to hide a joy and brightness that he had never seen before.

"Ah Zhe, my name is Che."

Clear and clear, I haven't seen you for a long time, just like the clarity in your heart.