I'm a killer with no emotions

The carriage drove away slowly, and the rope pulled Ning Zhe's wrist, forcing him to take a step forward.

"My lord said that life and death do not matter, kill him for blood!"

The pursuers followed quickly and shot arrows without hesitation.

It doesn't matter whether he lives or dies, as long as his blood is taken.

Ning Zhe glanced back, his dark eyes were full of blood, and the silence was palpitating.

Huo Chen was sitting in the car, twirling the rope in his hand boredly, and said unhurriedly: "Don't let him die."

There was a reply sound from nowhere, and then several black figures swept out from the darkness, landed behind Ning Zhe, blocked the oncoming attack, and fought with the guards.

Ning Zhe came back to his senses, coughed blood in a low voice, was pulled by the rope, and ran forward precariously.

The carriage quickly threw off the guards and drove into a dark alley.

"General, general... I can't run anymore..."

Ning Zhe's face turned pale and bloodless, every step he took was like stepping on the tip of a knife, and his whole body trembled with pain.

Blood dripped from the wound on his back and from his wrist, winding all the way, inexplicably horrifying under the pale moonlight.

In the dim carriage, the little emperor's soft and weak voice lingered in Huo Chen's ears.

Before his eyes, when he first met the little emperor, he was sleeping soundly holding a wooden sword under the peach blossom tree.

At that moment, he also muttered in his mouth: "General, general, I can't practice anymore..."

Ning Zhe's teardrops outside the car hit the ground one by one, there was no sound at all, but he didn't know whose heart it hit, it was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Huo Chen tightened his grip on the rope in his hand, and after a while, Shen Shen said, "Stop."

The coachman pulled the reins, and the horse neighed and stopped slowly.

Ning Zhe staggered violently and fell forward to the ground. His white forehead hit the corner of the car and he opened his mouth suddenly. Blood gushed out and soon stained his cheeks red.

Huo Chen got out of the car, walked up to Ning Zhe step by step, and looked down at him.

The little emperor lay on the ground, his handsome brows were furrowed, tears were hanging on his crow-green eyelashes, his eyes were closed and he didn't move, even his breathing was pitifully weak.

It is no longer the exquisite and noble appearance of the past.

Huo Chen stared at him with deep brows and eyes, showing no emotion.

Ning Zhe slowly opened his eyelids, moved his lips, but made no sound.

Huo Chen heard the little emperor shouting, "General."

Bright red flowers bloomed next to the little emperor's body, reflecting his pale face like blood, cruel and beautiful.

Huo Chen squatted down, and touched the little emperor's face with his slender fingertips, a cold and delicate touch.

"Your majesty, do you know what's wrong?" He asked the little emperor.

The little emperor's expression was full of forbearance and pain, and he squeezed out a sound from his throat with difficulty, "I know... I know..."

Huo Chen touched his face and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"It's wrong... You shouldn't have framed General Zhenyuan, you shouldn't have planned to kill him, you shouldn't, you shouldn't... you shouldn't have killed the Huo family..."

As the little emperor spoke, the water mist wet his eyes and rolled out.

He choked and cried: "General, I don't dare anymore, I know I was wrong..."

Huo Chen looked at him, shook his head, and said in a cold voice, "No, you don't know."

"Ning Zhe, people like you will never know where you went wrong."

The light of hope in the little emperor's pupils instantly dimmed, revealing a look of despair.

Huo Chen stared at him closely, with dark tides in his eyes, as if a ferocious beast was imprisoned inside, devouring the hatred in his heart.

He watched Ning Zhe for a long time, finally threw the rope, leaned over and reached out to the little emperor, gently hugged him into his arms, and took him into the carriage.