I'm a killer with no emotions

"No...don't! Don't!"

The boy desperately crawled out from the pack of wolves, dripping with blood.

Countless wolves rushed up to bite him, blood and flesh splattered all of a sudden, and the young man's screams of pain could only be heard in the entire courtyard. "General... I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Let me go, let me go!"

With tears in his eyes, the young man helplessly asked the man standing beside him.

The man was wearing a black shirt, his handsome face was expressionless, and a pair of dark and indifferent eyes looked down at the young man, indifferent to his plea for help.

The flesh and blood were torn off piece by piece, the young man was trembling with pain, and kept rolling on the ground, wishing he could die immediately.

It's a pity that every time when his consciousness is blurred, someone will immediately pour a basin of ice water on him, freezing him so that he wakes up instantly.

Countless cold days, heavy snow fell, and the thin boy was thrown among the wolves as food, wearing only a thin coat.

The soldiers standing aside looked at his miserable appearance, not only did not have the slightest sympathy, but relieved their hatred to the extreme.

This punishment lasted for half an hour, until the boy was tortured to the point where he was only half breathed, the man waved someone to drive away the wolves, and stepped forward to walk in front of him.

There was blood on the ground.

The young emperor who used to stand tall in the past is lying on the ground covered in blood, his clothes are torn and ragged, and his white and delicate body is full of wounds.

The hamstrings and tendons of the hands were all severed, and they were hanging limply by the side of the body. The wound on the wrist was deeply boned and bloody.

A slap-sized face covered with welt marks, ugly and terrifying, without the slightest trace of the delicate and pampered appearance.

--very pitiful.

The man slightly raised his lips, leaned over and pinched his chin, "Your Majesty, does it hurt?"

The boy looked at him with trembling pale lips, unable to speak in pain.

"It's still early. Tongue cutting, Ling Chi, car cracking, these little things have not been tasted by the emperor yet."

The man's voice was soft, and a slender finger rested on his wound, rubbing it gently.

The past experience made the teenager immediately realize what the man wanted to do.

A cold light flashed across the young man's dark eyes, and before the man noticed it, it quickly disappeared and he returned to his weak and helpless appearance.

"A lot of blood has been shed." The man sighed softly, his tone seemed to be distressed and regretful, "I will take the medicine for the emperor, okay?"

As he spoke, he took out a small medicine bottle filled with bright red liquid from his pocket, and flicked off the cork.

This is carmine, just one drop can corrode the muscles and bones, making wounds impossible to heal.

The boy shook his head in horror, kept crawling back, and hoarsely cried to the man: "No...don't, please don't..."

The man gave him a gentle smile, grabbed his hair and pulled him over, and poured a whole bottle of carmine on his exposed collarbone.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The boy's pupils dilated, his body tensed suddenly, his whole body twitched uncontrollably, and his expression was in pain.

A large swath of dazzling bright red spread from his collarbone, like blood-colored flowers from the other side, blooming on that white and smooth skin, so deep that it seemed to be carved into the blood of his bones.

With a sense of cruel beauty, people can't help but want to abuse him severely.

The corner of the man's lips curled into a smile, he stroked his scarred face, and said slowly: "Didn't the emperor love these tortures the most? How many loyal ministers and generals have been tortured to death by you like this? Why, you are not happy now Is it?"

"I don't like it... I don't like it, I don't like these things."

The young man was tortured terribly by him, tears rolled out of his big eyes like broken beads, and he could not cry.

"General, let go...it hurts...it hurts so much, general..."

A crystal teardrop slipped from the boy's eye socket.

The man saw the drop of tears slide down his cheek, hit the ground, and finally grew a green grass in the cracks between the stone slabs.

And the hideous wound on the young man's face is slowly scarring and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

——Flesh and blood can live and die, muscles and bones can make artifacts, spirit and soul can cross people to live forever, and even tears are comparable to peerless spiritual springs.

This is the bloodline passed down from the ancient gods, the little emperors of the ancient kingdom of Da Yue.

Full of treasures, noble and unparalleled.

Of course, also stupid and cruel to the point of hopelessness.

The man's eyes slowly turned dark, he grabbed the boy by the hair suddenly, dragged him into the room, drew out the dagger and pressed it against his heart.

The sharp point of the knife pierced the skin, and the dark red blood flowed down the blade, dripping onto the ground.

The young man seemed to have lost his strength, his eyes were lifeless, and he remained motionless.

The man pinched the back of his neck, forcing him to raise his head to meet his gaze.

"It is said that the blood of the gods is immortal. Your Majesty, what do you think will happen if I pierce a little more now?" The man smiled, but his eyes were frozen.

The young man finally had a reaction, he raised his eyelids with difficulty, looked at the cruel smile on the corner of the man's mouth with his silent eyes, and moved his lips slightly.

"don't want……"

His voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been scraped from his throat.

"don't want?"

The man seemed to have heard something funny, and grabbed the boy's collar, his eyes were extremely red as if filled with blood.

"The Yanmen border gate fell, Tianqi's iron cavalry slaughtered the city, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers were shrouded in horse leather! Countless people's corpses were scattered everywhere!"

As the man spoke, he stabbed half an inch in with the dagger suddenly, and his expression suddenly became ruthless.

"Do you know, it's all because of you! Because you, a fool, listened to slander, cut off my food and grass, slaughtered my whole family, and killed tens of thousands of soldiers of my Huo family army!"

"You said no to me? But the emperor, do you think that this little torture you have suffered can comfort those heroic souls who died in battle?"

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"Ning Zhe, you owe a debt of blood to Dai Viet's [-] soldiers, and I want you to pay it off one by one!"