I'm a killer with no emotions

"How about it?"

"Excessive blood loss may be life-threatening."

Huo Chen glanced at the little emperor in his arms, and sneered, "Would the remnant veins of the gods be life-threatening?"

The man in white looked indifferent, and his voice was clear and indifferent, "The remnant pulse of the god is also a human being, and if he is a human being, he will die."

Huo Chen's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he unconsciously exerted strength in his palms.

Ning Zhe frowned and snorted softly.

Huo Chen took him back to the mansion, and pulled out the arrow behind him without any preparation. He convulsed in pain and passed out. When he woke up again, he saw that Huo Chen had invited someone to treat him.

Ning Zhe was staring at the man in white in a daze when his shoulder was suddenly pinched by Huo Chen.

Ning folded his mouth, and tears fell again: "General, I am in pain..."

Hearing the cry, Huo Chen lowered his head and saw the little emperor looking up at him with his small face. There were crystal tears swirling in the big eye sockets, and the black eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. They were very beautiful.

Huo Chen's eyes were dark, and he stared at him for a moment, Ning Zhe couldn't help curling his fingers, trembling all over, wishing to hide himself.

He looked away coldly, and asked the man in white, "According to the High Priest, what should I do?"

The man in white glanced at the embarrassed young man in Huo Chen's arms.

He has a pair of light gray eyes, the color is extremely beautiful, but empty and indifferent, like the immortal enshrined on the altar, without any emotion that a living person should have.

Ning Zhe suddenly lowered his eyes and shrank his body.

The high priest calmly withdrew his gaze, and said to Huo Chen, "I have a prescription for you. After taking it, you can cultivate for a few days."

"The emperor was born with divine veins, what kind of prescription do you want to take care of, just drink your own blood."

As Huo Chen said, he caressed the little emperor's cheek with calloused fingertips, pinched his chin, forced him to look up at him, and smiled slowly: "Your majesty, do you think so?"

Ning folded his lips and trembled, saying the word "General" over and over again, unable to say anything else in horror.

The sound of the general, soft and pitiful, rang in Huo Chen's ears.

Huo Chen's eyes darkened, he suddenly tore the little emperor away, threw him on the couch mercilessly, and stood up.

"You don't need to cultivate. It just so happens that the emperor's leg is healed. I'd like to trouble the priest to choose a date for me. I can choose the right time to draw his bones and muscles to make a bottle. I will use his blood as a sacrifice to comfort the souls of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in heaven!"

The high priest's voice was dull: "But he will die."

"It's better to die! Only when you die can you apologize!" Huo Chen shook off his sleeves and walked away, his whole body was filled with viciousness and cruelty.

Ning Zhe curled up on the couch, and stared at the man in white who was next to the couch in awe.

"Master, Master..."

The high priest said softly: "You are wrong, I am the emperor's teacher, not your teacher."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, staring at him with watery eyes, pitiful and cute.

The high priest was indifferent and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Ning Zhe looked at his back, moved his lips, and begged softly, "Master, save me..."

The young man's posture was low and humble, his expression was unbearable, and his voice was extremely aggrieved and painful. Anyone who saw it would feel a little bit of unbearable.

But that misty white shadow didn't stay for a moment, and soon disappeared from Ning Zhe's sight.

The maids on both sides exited the room and gently closed the carved wooden door, blocking the last bright light.

Ning Zhe stared at the door without blinking, and the tears in his eyes gradually dried up.

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The voice of number 67 sounded in his mind.

【Who are you, the high priest? Why were you abused for two taels of silver when you saw him? 】

When Ning Zhe thought of that person, there was a slight wave in his dark eyes, and the gloomy pupils seemed to be sprinkled with a handful of stars, and the gleam flickered.

He said to Route 67【He is the one who saved my life】

【Then why doesn't he save you now? 】

Ning Zhe's eyelashes trembled, and slowly lowered, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, returning to a quiet and deep black.

【Because he knows that I am not the emperor】