I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe stared at Huo Chen's movements, his dark eyes were calm and unruffled, as if he was resigned and weak.

But where Huo Chen couldn't see, he raised his hand, and a small but sharp short blade slipped out from his sleeve, aiming at the back of Huo Chen's neck.

He asked No. 67 in his heart【Can I kill him? 】

No. 67 has nothing to do with you [although I agree with you, but unfortunately, as the main contributor to the value of being abused, Huo Chen has been listed as a first-level protection target of the system, not only can't kill him, but also block the knife for him]

Ning folded back the dagger, a little aggrieved.

He didn't want Huo Chen to kiss him, nor did he want to block the knife for him.

Huo Chen is too stingy, every time he only makes him hurt to death, but gives him such a little money.

【That's because he's not in your heart】

So any torture he makes to you will only make you feel pain, but not make you uncomfortable.

No. 67 sighed, always feeling that he was still far away from completing the task.

Ning Zhe didn't reply to his words, he didn't know how to reply.

The companions in the Zongheng Pavilion have said that he is a heartless monster.

When Ning Zhe was stepped on and cursed at his feet, he didn't understand how to have a heart, how to pretend to be someone in his heart.

【They bully you, do you hate them】

Ning Zhe thought for a while and asked [What is hate? 】

[When you killed Yunlan, wasn't it because you hated him? 】

Ning Zhe shook his head [I just don't like him using my face. 】

After listening to his words, No. 67 was silent for a long time.

He had asked Ning Zhe before why when the emperor ordered the massacre of Huo's family, he did not hesitate at all, but carried out the order without hesitation.

67 felt that now he seemed to understand the reason.

—— Ning Zhe has no feelings.

All the emotions shown are the disguises he learned in the Zongheng Pavilion.

Number 67 gradually fell silent.

Seeing this, Ning Zhe didn't talk to him again.

His face was a little hot, and Huo Chen's scorching breath was all over his face, just like Huo Chen's impression, domineering and paranoid.

Ning Zhe is not used to getting other people's breath, he doesn't like it.

Fortunately, Huo Chen seemed to wake up in the end, and when he was about to touch his lips, he suddenly turned his head away, and then the hatred in his eyes soared, and he slapped Ning Zhe's delicate face with a slap.

A red and swollen palm mark was instantly left on Ning Zhe's fair skin.

As soon as he blinked, big and big teardrops fell down, covering a small face.

Huo Chen looked at him panting heavily, with a sullen look on his face: "You deserve it too!"

There is no beginning or end, and I don't know what to say.

At this moment, the carriage passed through the busy city, neighed and stopped.

With a cold face, Huo Chen lifted the curtain of the car and said in a deep voice, "Have you arrived yet?"

But the guard said, "General, it was King Dingbei who blocked the way..."

Ning Zhe's eyes suddenly flickered, and there was a moment of hesitation in his hazy tearful eyes, and he turned his head to look outside the car.

Huo Chen also looked up, and he saw the menacing Dingbei Thirteen Guards standing in the middle of the road, and Ning Yan, dressed in black and brocade, was standing behind, with a gloomy and unfathomable expression.

Huo Chen glanced at the little emperor who was crying out of breath behind him, his face was not very good-looking, and he said sarcastically, "The emperor is really a hot commodity. In less than a day, the master came to the door in a hurry."

"Since the master came to the door, should the general return the goods?" An ancient voice sounded calm.

The thirteen guards moved out of the way, and Ning Yan walked out slowly, standing in front of Huo Chen's carriage, with a cold expression on his face, "The general has already sold Ah Zhe to this king, why did you go back on your word?"

Huo Chen pursed his lips and smiled, "My lord misunderstood. I didn't snatch this. He cried and begged to stay by my side and didn't want to go back to Dingbei Palace. If you don't believe me, you can ask emperor."

He said, pinching Ning Zhe's jaw, forcing him to look up, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, tell yourself, would you like to go back with the prince?"

Ning Zhe looked at Huo Chen's cold and cruel eyes, and finally understood why No. 67 didn't allow him to speak, but only allowed him to shake his head.