I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe's voice was trembling [You said the person who can save me is Huo Chen? 】

[Otherwise, apart from Huo Chen, who would dare to oppose Ning Yan] No. 67 paused, a little confused [Are you afraid of him? 】

【I fear pain】

Even so, Ning Zhe still looked up at Huo Chen, eyes full of begging, sobbing while crying: "General, general... save me, I don't want to die, I, I can give you anything..."

Huo Chen got out of the car, walked up to him, put his fingers on the feather arrow that had sunk into the back of his heart, and asked, "Oh? Anything is fine?"

Ning Zhe lay on the ground, felt the sharp pain in his back, and shivered slightly, "Yes, yes..."

Huo Chen raised his lips and whispered softly: "Then what if... you want the emperor's life?"

Ning Zhe's face was "shua" pale, tears overflowed his eyes, and he cried out loudly: "General, general...don't..."

"Your Majesty, a month ago, on the guillotine, my ten-year-old younger brother cried and begged the Emperor in the same way."

A cold hatred flashed in Huo Chen's eyes, he pinched the feather arrow with his fingertips and thrust it into Ning Zhe's body another half inch.

The blood spattered out with a "puff", and Ning Zhe raised his head in an instant, yelling in pain, his toes curled up in spasms of pain.

"General, I was wrong... I know I was wrong..." Ning Zhe grabbed Huo Chen's clothes, tears streaming down his face, and kept shaking his head begging for mercy.

"I found it." The hoarse voice was like a ghost asking for his life.

Ning turned his head and saw that the guards in the alley had already chased him, the feathered arrow was on the longbow, and the point of the arrow was pointing at him.

Ning Zhe's pupils dilated, he clenched the hem of Huo Chen's clothes, and his eyes were full of horror: "General, save me, save me quickly, I don't want to die..."

Huo Chen looked up at the guards, touched Ning Zhe's bloody face, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, if you beg me, I will save you."

Ning Zhe didn't hesitate: "Please!"

Yue Mo agreed too quickly and neatly, his voice was clear and pure, his expression was full of hope, his eyes were also sparkling, full of tiny stars, beautiful and deep.

But there was no humiliation and forbearance in Huo Chen's imagination.

No. 67's face is full of black lines [cry!Remember to cry! 】

Ning Zhe blinked, and the hazy tears fell down instantly, staining the long eyelashes.

He looked at Huo Chen pitifully, and said: "Okay... okay, general... please, I beg you..."

The voice carried the meaning of humiliation and unwillingness.

Still that weak and deceitful little emperor.

Huo Chen frowned, put aside his momentary delusion just now, and stretched out his hand to pull the little emperor up.

Ning Zhe was already bruised, and was shot in the back by another arrow. He couldn't stand still at all, and fell on Huo Chen's body when he was caught off guard. He had to hug his waist tightly to stabilize his figure.

"The emperor throws himself into his arms, but the minister can't bear it."

Huo Chen smiled, grabbed his wrist without a doubt, and pulled him away with a cold expression.

"General... General?" Ning Zhe was pulled behind the carriage by Huo Chen, his expression flustered, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Huo Chen took out a rope, took a deep look at his intact ankle, and smiled at him, "Isn't the emperor's leg already healed? If that's the case, the emperor can walk on his own."

As he spoke, he tied the rope tightly around Ning Zhe's unfinished wrist, took the other end in his hand, and got into the carriage.

Ning Zhe's eyes widened in disbelief.

Huo Chen lifted up the curtain of the car, and said to him, "Your Majesty, you have to follow up, if someone accidentally falls down..."

He gave a low laugh, and then ordered the coachman to set off.