I'm a killer with no emotions

When Ning Zhe woke up in the morning, he found that the things he held in his arms had disappeared.

He sat up suddenly from the bed and looked around in a panic.

No. 67 can't see him like this, as if that thing is so important.

"I sent the consciousness back into his body."

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment before realizing that No. 67 was talking in his mind.

It was with great difficulty that he got rid of this lonely ghost, but he easily entangled him.

Ning Zhe clenched his fists, his complexion was dark under his long hair.

A light blue figure slowly emerged from the air, fingertips gently brushed away the loose hair on his cheeks, and the warm fingertips brushed over his eyebrows, his voice slid into his ears like ice, "Not reconciled?"

Ning Zhe closed his eyes and didn't speak.

No. 67 leaned down and approached him, his voice was calm but extremely dangerous: "You can't get rid of it, Ning Zhe, you owe me this!"

......

Another temple.

Lin Feishuang was administering medicine to the person on the bed.

The man had no face, his face was bloody and bloody, and he couldn't even see his facial features clearly. He had already changed beyond recognition.

His limbs were cut off by someone unknown, and the fracture was uneven, as if it was slowly sawed off with a blunt knife.

His body was full of burn marks, and the exposed skin was scorched black like carbon, exuding a disgusting smell of burnt flesh.

Lin Feishuang held Tianqi's best healing medicine in his hand, but he didn't know how to start it.

"Brother, you must avenge me! I want him to die, I want him to die!"

The voice of the person on the bed was sharp and full of resentment.

Lin Feishuang's face was calm, "I told you earlier, don't believe the prince's words, don't go undercover in Dayue, but you didn't listen. Alan, His Royal Highness wishes for the death of the ghost and witch clan, how could he help you.

"Why! Why should our family be ridiculed? Obviously we are the heirs of Lord Wushen! Obviously we should be the most honorable people in this world!"

Lin Feishuang looked at his crazy appearance, and a trace of sadness flashed deep in his eyes.

He stood up and walked out.

"Brother! I know that Ning Zhe is with you, kill him, you kill him quickly! Avenge me!" The man on the bed looked mad and roared unwillingly.

Lin Feishuang stopped, turned his head and said indifferently: "Don't worry about it, he's still useful for the time being, I won't let you do anything to him."

The person on the bed was stunned for a moment, then collapsed and screamed, his already hoarse and thin voice was even more vicious and cold: "Why...why! Those men are protecting him, you are my brother, why even You also protect him, why! How is he better than me!?"

Lin Feishuang was silent for a moment, and finally said nothing, turned and left the room, and closed the door.

Standing outside the door was a man dressed in black and masked. His aura was as cold as a blade, and he was hidden in the mist like a ghost, making it hard to see clearly.

"Thank you this time, I, Lin Feishuang, have recorded this favor from Da Yue."

The man in black said coldly, "It's not Da Yue, it's His Majesty."

Lin Feishuang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "That's right. After all, what does Ning Zhi want me to do for him?"

The man in black raised his head, gave him a deep look, and moved his lips to say a few words.

Lin Feishuang's eyes flashed slightly, and then he snorted lightly: "It's fine for me to save his life, but if something happens in the future, Ning Zhi will not regret it."

The voice of the man in black was cold: "You just need to do it, and don't worry about the rest."

After saying that, his figure flashed, and his breath disappeared like a ghost.

Lin Feishuang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ning Zhiren is a bit stupid, but he is a lackey.

......

The man in black jumped onto the beam, looking expressionlessly at the boy who was slowly getting dressed underneath.

His body was almost skinny, and when he bent down, the man in black could clearly see the protruding ribs on his back, which were too fragile to withstand a single blow.

The young man's face was also pale and bloodless, his originally bright red and delicate lips became dry and cracked, his eyelids were black and blue, and his lustrous eyes lost their former brilliance.

It was obvious at a glance that he had suffered a lot during this time.

The man in black still remembered, when he was a little-known secret guard, the young man's delicate appearance in the Dai Viet Palace.

At that time, there were many hidden guards in the dark pavilion. Whenever they mentioned their master, although they didn't show it on the surface, they were secretly planning to get him.

After all, the boy is too beautiful, but also too incompetent.

For the rebellious servants in the dark pavilion, the attraction of this harmless little emperor is fatal.

But at that time they didn't dare to act rashly, because no matter how stupid and ignorant the young man was, he was still the son of heaven pampered by Da Yue's overwhelming power.

However, in just a blink of an eye, the originally noble and unparalleled young man became something even more humble than him, kneeling at the feet of others and allowing them to humiliate him.

The pearl fell to ashes and mixed with the dust.

No wonder those people in the dark pavilion have recently started to move around.

Just as the man in black was thinking, he saw that the young man underneath seemed to have lost his footing, and suddenly fell hard on the ground. His hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

He clenched his lips in humiliation, his eyes were slightly red, and there was a layer of watery light in his eyes.

For some reason, looking at such a young man, the man in black felt a little blocked in his heart.

This is not the feeling a dark guard should have.

The man in black stood up with cold eyes, hiding his figure.

No. 67 glanced at the beam, then looked at the young man lying on the ground in a panic, and said calmly, "He's gone."

Ning Zhe let out a gasp, buried his head in his sleeves and wiped away his tears indiscriminately, trying to get up with hands and feet.

But he really didn't have the strength, his weak spirit was not enough to control his body, just as he got up, his feet got knotted, and he fell again.

No. 67 watched him struggle for a long time with cold eyes before showing his figure. Wisps of green smoke reached out to support his body and picked him up from the ground.

"In order to control this corpse, most of your soul has been consumed. If I come later, I'm afraid you will be consumed to death. Ning Zhe, I'm not here, is this how you treat yourself?"

Ning Zhe was held in the air by him, drooping his head wearily, not wanting to speak.

No. 67 sneered, pulled him into his arms, and pinched his chin with his fingertips, "Even if you have divine veins, this body has been dead for too long and is almost useless. This has a miraculous effect, why don't you go? Because you are in front of Xing Su, so you are shy?"

He sneered, and said again: "Splitting the soul is a severe pain that ordinary people can't bear, but for Xing Su, you would rather endure the pain of splitting the soul than expose your licentious nature in front of him.

Ning Zhe, you keep saying that you are afraid of pain, but you are just acting. If your elder brother Xing Su knew that you were this kind of person, do you think he would still like you? "

Ning Zhe looked up at him and moved his lips slightly.

It is not.

Ning Zhe really wanted to tell him that he changed his mind because No. 67 said he was a prostitute before, and he didn't want to be a prostitute.

But Ning Zhe looked at No. 67's blurred face, finally shut his mouth, leaned listlessly on his shoulder, and said nothing.

Forget it, it's useless to say it anyway.

Seeing him acquiescing on the 67th, the aura around him became even colder.

"You better pray that you never make the same mistake again."

No. 67 said coldly, while pouring his own strength into him.

A gurgle of warm current poured into the body, bit by bit mending the dilapidated soul.

Ning Zhe let out a comfortable "hum", his brows relaxed, and his tense body also relaxed.

Like a docile cat, it was limp in his arms.

67 squinted at him, his gaze was indifferent, and his body was surrounded by green smoke, like clouds and fog, just like his thoughts, making people unpredictable.

After treating Ning Zhe's injuries, No. 67 put him down, and said slowly with a steady tone, "The man in black just now belonged to Ning Zhi, and he should have come to kill you, but he didn't do anything for some reason."

"Ah Zhi won't let me die so easily."

Ning Zhe's expression remained calm, as if he was not talking about his own life or death.

On the contrary, when looking at number 67, Ning Zhe moved his eyes, his expression was a little surprised: "number 67...your body..."

Originally, the body of No. 67 has been able to condense into a solid body, and can almost transform into a human being directly.

But now, the phantom he formed from green smoke became more and more ethereal and thin, almost transparent, as if a gust of wind could blow him away gently.

Ning Zhe stretched out his hand to him in a daze.

Number 67 took a step back, avoiding his hand, and his figure disappeared into the air.

His voice sounded in Ning Zhe's heart, still cold and proud, "I'm just tired, do you really think that healing doesn't require energy?"

Just as Ning Zhe was about to speak, No. 67 let out a "shh", lowered his voice, and said softly, "Don't make noise, I'm going to rest."

Because of his low and hoarse voice, his tone was not considered cold and hard, but rather soft, and his words were light and weightless.

Ning Zhe shut his mouth and calmed down.

The sun climbed to the middle of the sky.

A maid knocked on the door and asked him if he wanted to pass on the meal, but Ning Zhe refused.

After Lin Feishuang heard about it, he came to him and asked him why he didn't eat.

Ning Zhe sat quietly on the stool, raised a finger to his mouth, "shh", and whispered: "He is resting."

Lin Feishuang didn't understand, and looked at the empty room vigilantly, but found nothing, so he frowned and asked Ning Zhe, "Who?"

Ning Zhe stopped talking.

No matter how Ren Lin Feishuang asked, he didn't respond.

In the end, Lin Feishuang had no choice but to say: "Forget it, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will come to the temple in the evening, and you will go with me to greet him."

Ning Zhe finally raised his head to look at him, staring straight at him, as if he was asking why His Royal Highness came here.

Lin Feishuang looked at him meaningfully, hooked his lips, "Come to find his little succubus slave."

Ning Zhe blinked, but his expression remained unchanged.

Lin Feishuang said again: "I heard that the succubus of His Royal Highness is unparalleled in the world, Ning Zhe, you are also a succubus now, where do you think Qin Nu will be now?"

Ning Zhe shook his head blankly, his expression was impeccable.

Lin Feishuang couldn't find anything, so he gave up and turned to leave.

In fact, he didn't connect Ning Zhe with the succubus, and it was just a whim just now to try it out.

After all, in his opinion, no matter how downcast Ning Zhe is, he is still the emperor of Dayue, and his arrogance still exists in his heart, so how could he be willing to be humble and become a pet?

Of course, the main reason is that Lin Feishuang doesn't believe at all that His Royal Highness, the prince with a deep city, would spoil a waste who is so stupid and ignorant that he ruined his own country.

Lin Feishuang left after thinking about it, and began to prepare for the operation at night.

Ning Zhe watched his back go away, watched the door close again and the room became pitch black.

He sat obediently on the bench, staring at the cold tea cup in front of him in a daze.

The sun slowly set to the west.

Counting the time, four hours have passed, and no matter how drowsy No. 67 is, it's time to wake up.

Ning Zhe gently opened his mouth to call him.

But after a long time, No. 67 did not respond.

Ning Zhe paused and fell silent.

No. 67 is now lying defenseless in his sea of ​​consciousness, as long as he moves a thought, he can be crushed to death.

This is really the best time for him to kill No. 67.