I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe is the emperor of the ancient country of Dayue, the last bloodline of the ancient gods, extremely noble.

But that's just the surface.

He is not the real emperor, but a killer raised by the Zongheng Pavilion.

Three years ago, the emperor was seriously ill, his face was festered, and his appearance was completely ruined.

According to the ancient teachings of Dayue, the emperor has the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, the appearance of the sun and the sky, is upright and dignified, and helps the world and the people.

There are uncles on the emperor who stare at him covetously, and there are relatives and brothers who have malicious intentions. Once his face is disfigured, the throne will be in jeopardy.

After thinking for several days, the emperor secretly bought a killer from the Zongheng Pavilion with a lot of money, and ordered him to use secret techniques to destroy his original appearance and disguise him as himself.

Ning Zhe is the killer.

For three years, the emperor has been calling the shots from behind the scenes.

But the emperor was fatuous, arrogant and arrogant, and made no achievements in state affairs, and the national power of Da Viet gradually declined.

A month ago, the Tianqi Dynasty went to war with Dayue.

The emperor listened to the treacherous eunuch's slander, and with a secret order, the general who had been guarding the front line to defend his family and country was recalled to the capital, charged with treason, and all his families were executed.

At the same time, he also stopped the supply of grain and grass on the front line, planning to hand over the lives of [-] soldiers to Tianqi to show his sincerity in asking for peace.

In the end, the ancient country of Dayue ceded land and paid compensation, bowed its head to the Tianqi Dynasty, and preserved the last piece of land.

It's a pity that the general of Zhen Guo fought all his life, and finally died of hatred; hundreds of people in the Huo family were killed for no reason, and they died with grievances;

Huo Chen is the only survivor of the Huo family.

Half a month ago, Huo Chen led the last surviving troops of the Huo family army, rushed into the capital, and kidnapped the emperor.

This emperor is naturally not the real emperor.

……

Ning Zhe curled up on the cold and damp ground, staring dully at the fine dust flying under the sun.

Seeing his appearance, the soldier who delivered the food couldn't help but sneered.

"Fun Lord! When you murdered General Huo's family, you never thought that you would end up where you are now!"

Ning Zhe's expression was stiff and dumb, he didn't even move his eyes, as if he didn't hear what he said.

The soldier spat in disgust, threw the bowl at the door and left.

A small piece of steamed bun with a rancid smell fell out of the broken bowl and rolled on the ground a few times, covered in dust.

The mouse poked its head out of the hole and stared at the piece of steamed bun covetously.

【If you don’t pick it up, you’ll starve again tonight】

A cold voice sounded in my mind.

Ning Zhe's pupils moved mechanically, and spit out two soft syllables [unpalatable]

【Better than starving to death】

A sigh escaped from the corner of Ning Zhe's lips, and he stopped talking.

He couldn't move his legs, and couldn't use his hands, so he could only support the ground on his elbows and crawl over with difficulty.

Ning Zhe put his mouth on the moldy black steamed bun, and slowly took a bite.

After one bite, he stopped.

【poisonous】

【It wasn't Huo Chen who made it, I can't die】

Ning Zhe paused, and continued to chew on the steamed buns.

After eating the steamed buns, Ning Zhe lay on the ground, motionless, cold all over, like a dead person.

【I want to watch a shadow play】

【That's TV】

【Then I want to watch TV】

[Look at the fart, there is no battery]

Ning Zhe sighed, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Soon it was night, the temperature of the dungeon dropped sharply, and the accumulated water on the ground formed a thin layer of ice.

Ning Zhe got up, pulled a layer of hay to cover his body, curled up on the ground and hugged himself tightly, his lips turned purple from the cold.

【Call someone over】

Ning Zhe shook his head【No, shame on me】

[Throw an egg!Hurry up, you are going to freeze to death]

There was a flash of struggle in Ning Zhe's eyes.

【Do you still want to complete the task】

Ning Zhe clenched his teeth, hesitated for a long time, reluctantly crawled to the door of the dungeon, and shouted weakly: "Come here..."

Several guards who were watching the night were drinking, but no one paid any attention to him.

Ning Zhe hit the railing with his forehead, the cell door was slammed, and blood flowed from his forehead.

The jailer was worried that he would be killed, so he got up and walked over, and kicked him impatiently: "What the hell are you talking about! What are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night!?"

Ning Zhe looked up at him, "It's so cold, I can't sleep."

"Hehe, do you think this is the palace?"

Several jailers laughed.

"I said, Your Majesty, it's been more than half a month. You should recognize your situation. The Emperor of Dayue has already changed! As for you, the deposed emperor, I advise you to obediently resign yourself to your fate and wait for death!"

Ning Zhe stared at him without blinking his dark eyes, and didn't respond to his words at all, just said: "I want to see Huo Chen."

"Bah! You think General Huo is someone you can meet whenever you want? Be sensible, get out!"

The jailer spat at him and left.

Dirty and sticky phlegm stuck to Ning Zhe's skirt, Ning Zhe looked down for a while.

【You are killing intent】

【No】

Ning Zhe denied it, wiped off the phlegm on the hay, and then lay still on his stomach.

His consciousness gradually blurred.

【Don't sleep, you will die when you sleep】

Ning Zhe droops his eyelids [sleepy]

【Play TV for you】

【It's not that there's no electricity】

[Can't I bring a power bank?Do you want to see it or not?]

Ning Zhe blinked his eyes【...look】

An illusory screen appeared in front of Ning Zhe, on which several anthropomorphic lambs were being hunted down by a wolf. They were quickly caught and thrown into a pot to boil.

[Stupid] Ning Zhe has no expression on his face.

【Will you see it or not】

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and stopped talking.

When Huo Chen came in, Ning Zhe was crying silently with his eyes open.

The skinny teenager is like a rag doll, ready to be manipulated.

Huo Chen's eyes flickered, he walked up to him, and wiped the teardrops on his eyelashes with his hand, "Your Majesty, why are you crying?"

Suddenly being touched by someone, Ning Zhe's body tensed up, and he subconsciously raised his hand to attack.

【This is Huo Chen】

The cold voice extinguished the killing intent in his heart, Ning Zhe regained consciousness in an instant, stopped his movements immediately, and lowered his eyes.

When Huo Chen grabbed Ning Zhe's limp wrist and looked down, he happened to see the flash of sharpness in Ning Zhe's drooping eyes.

But those anomalies soon fell silent, engulfed by misty tears.

It seemed that it was just his illusion.

Huo Chen squinted at Ning Zhe, with a look in his eyes.

"General... General..."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, his voice was like mosquitoes and flies, and he was restless.

He was no different from that weak and clumsy little emperor.It really was just an illusion.

Huo Chen pursed his lips, leaned over and hugged the little emperor, with a gentle tone, "The emperor and his ministers, why are you crying, huh?"

Ning Zhe nestled in his arms, trembling all over, "Cry, cry..."

[Crying wolves can't always eat sheep, so pitiful]

[? ? ?Okay, if you have a feeling, just say it]