I'm a killer with no emotions

Yang Yan didn't seem to have any plans to break into the mansion, he just sent someone to wait outside the mansion, and he wasn't in a hurry.

The torches were brightly lit, illuminating the long street with flames shining in the sky.

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the people discussed for a while, and then dispersed.

After Ning Zhe washed, he lay back on the couch.

On the beam, Ding Siyi was dressed in black, leaning on the beam with his legs crossed, with a grass in his mouth, feeling very at ease.

Ning Zhe tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, but Ding Si had already started to snore, with a long sound and a short sound, very regular.

Ning Zhe endured it for a while with his eyes closed. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer. He suddenly turned over and sat up, staring straight at him.

Ding Si faintly sensed the dangerous smell, woke up suddenly, broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly lowered his head to look at Ning Zhe.

In the dim candlelight, Ning folded a white jacket, long hair and shawls, staring at him with big black eyes, his face was pale, his lips were as red as blood, the visual effect can be described as horrifying.

Just at this time, the dark wind whizzed by outside the window, bringing the candle flames and shaking them alternately. The reflection on the wall was like a ghost showing its teeth and claws, and the atmosphere suddenly became gloomy and terrifying.

"Little...little lady..."

Ding Si suddenly remembered all kinds of horrible rumors about the deposed emperor of Da Yue that were circulating in the market.

Legend has it that this little emperor is immortal, so his head and limbs were chopped off several times to play with. He is an innocent ghost who climbed up from hell, and is a murderous ghost who specially came to revenge the people of Dai Viet!

Ning Zhe didn't know what he was thinking, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and begged in a soft voice: "I can't sleep, you can play with me."

"You can play with me..."

"Go to hell and play with me..."

"Let's play..."

"Hey hey... let's play..."

Ding Si's eyes widened, cold air spread from the soles of his feet in an instant, and he fell off the beam in shock.

"Ghost... don't come here... ghost!"

"A one! B two! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Ding Si cried and screamed, crawled and ran out of Ning Zhe's yard, as if a ghost was chasing him behind him.

Jiayi and Yier, who were sitting on the eaves eating sunflower seeds, were stunned for a moment, and looked at each other, "What's wrong with him?"

"...I don't know? What's wrong with you?"

As soon as the two collected the sunflower seeds, they both jumped off the eaves and landed in Ning Zhe's room.

"Little madam, are you... are you okay? What happened just now?"

Ning Zhe is silent.

what happen?He still wanted to know what happened, but the good man suddenly became dazed, so scared that he almost choked on his saliva.

As soon as he was silent, Jiayi felt bad, and when he thought of his tyrannical deeds when he was a king, his heart suddenly felt cold, and he knelt on his knees without hesitation, and said in a deep voice, "Little madam, please forgive me, Ding Si You just entered the mansion not long ago, you don't know the rules, it's just that the two subordinates are not strict in discipline, if you want to punish, punish the two subordinates!"

Seeing this, Er Er also knelt down and pleaded guilty.

Ning Zhe rubbed his dazed eyes, just about to say that it has nothing to do with you, when suddenly he saw a flash of cold light from the corner of his eye, and Jiayi took out the dagger directly and planned to commit suicide to apologize!

Ning Zhe raised his eyes, and a cluster of cold flames suddenly shot out from his fingertips, quickly knocking down the dagger in Jia's hand.

With a sound of "clang", the snow-white blade fell to the ground, was quickly eroded by the cold flames, and instantly turned into ashes.

Ning Zhe frowned and looked at him, "What are you doing?"

Jia Yi knelt on the ground, "One life for another, I hope the little madam can spare Ding Si's life."

Ning Zhe didn't understand, "When did I say I wanted his life?"

A was silent.

In the past, the tyrant who was able to entrap hundreds of thousands of soldiers without hesitation, now only wanted the life of a slave, did he need a reason?

In the silence, Yi Er said again: "If the little madam is not satisfied, you can take this humble life of Er Er."

"..." Ning Zhe covered his face and buried himself in the bedding in frustration.

"Little madam..."

"roll."

Ning Zhe said dully, with a bit of coldness in his voice, "Get the hell out of here."

He used the word "I".

A Yi and B Er didn't dare to delay at all, almost as soon as he finished speaking, they quickly disappeared in place.

The night wind mixed with the chill of early spring blows in through the half-closed wooden window, and a candle light flickers gently, illuminating the desolate and lonely figure of the boy on the couch.

"Master..." Xue and Ling were a little worried.

No. 67 said: "It has nothing to do with you. You should know in your heart that it was just something the emperor forced you to do."

"Really?" Ning Zhe asked him back.

Now Ning Zhe no longer knows what is true and what is false. He no longer dares to believe in the things he once believed in in his memory.

Was it really the emperor who forced him to make a mistake?

In other words, is the emperor real?

Is it possible that... everything is just an excuse he made up to escape reality and avoid mistakes?

No. 67 didn't answer him directly, but said: "You just need to know that this matter is not your fault." Then he didn't speak again.

The full moon hangs high outside the window, cold and desolate.

Ning Zhe was silent for a long time, then his figure suddenly flashed and disappeared into the room.

Both A[-] and B[-] felt the oppressive aura that suddenly disappeared from the room.

After a moment of silence, Yi Er sighed: "In the past, everyone in Da Yue said that the little emperor was tyrannical, senseless, and stupid, but now it seems that the rumors are really unbelievable."

A did not speak, but did not refute.

It's a pity that Ning Zhe didn't hear the conversation between the two of them.

The night was deep, and the prison of the Ministry of Justice stood in the dark night, with a cold and menacing aura, like a sleeping beast.

Ning Zhe's figure quietly walked through the corridor and entered the deepest part of the most heavily guarded prison.

Teams of guards were controlled by his cold flame, they treated him like nothing, and would rather turn into a deserted place, and soon appeared in the innermost cell.

In this gloomy and dark cell, a felon was detained.

The bleak moon shines in through the small window, adding a deep chill.

The blood that fell from nowhere fell to the ground, making a tick-tock sound.

A slender black figure was imprisoned on the torture rack, with disheveled hair and scars all over his body.

He has been here for three days.

The day is endless torture, and the night is a silent and maddening night.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would have already gone crazy.

But this person is still calm and composed, even his eyes are as cold and clear as ever.

He lowered his eyes, calmly staring at the pool of bright red blood under his feet, and he didn't know what he was thinking, as if the blood didn't flow from his body.

"pat".

Suddenly, there was a slight knock at the door.

The heavy iron lock was unlocked and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

A familiar breath blows over with the wind - a hint of milky aroma, sweet taste that is not easy to be noticed.

The black shadow's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and he slowly raised his head, staring at the door.

The next moment, a pale and frail figure appeared at the door, with messy long hair and a thin shawl, standing barefoot at the door of the prison, looking at him.

Hei Ying frowned slightly, "Your Majesty."

Ning Zhe called him, "Prime Minister."

Qin Shen corrected lightly, "It's called Xuanhe."

Ning Zhe's eyes flashed, he stood on tiptoe and ran towards him.

Qin Shen frowned even harder, moved his fingertips lightly, and the iron chains that locked his hands and feet snapped.

He moved his stiff wrist, took a few steps forward, and opened his arms to catch the boy who jumped into his arms.

"Why does the emperor go out barefoot?" He frowned and asked Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe didn't answer, but huddled in the hollow of his shoulder and rubbed against him.

Qin Shen said: "If you don't groom properly, let's let it go this time, and there will be no next time."

Ning Zhe looked up at him, "Why didn't the prime minister ask me how I got in?"

"Compared with this matter, I care more about why the emperor came."

Ning Zhe came here to file a complaint, and immediately said: "When you were not around, Jiayi and the others bullied me!"

"They don't have the guts."

After Qin Shen finished speaking, seeing him trembling, he picked him up and wrapped him in his arms, "I left them to the emperor to protect the emperor's safety. If the emperor doesn't like it, he can do whatever he wants."

Ning Zhe suddenly had a sweet smell of blood welling up from the tip of his nose.

He wrinkled his nose, "Is it okay to kill?"

"As long as the emperor is happy."

"I'm not happy at all." Ning Zhe muttered in a low voice, "I obviously don't want to kill people, neither does Jiayi, nor does the prime minister, no one understands."

No. 67 took the opportunity to say that he understood, but Ning Zheli ignored it—he never regarded No. 67 as a person.

"It's Xuanhe." Qin Shen corrected him tirelessly, and then said calmly, "However, I understand that the emperor is not the emperor."

Ning Zhe stared at him with wide eyes.

There were a few noises outside the prison, as if someone was coming from outside.

Qin Shen touched Ning Zhe's head, "You should go back."

"how about you?"

"I still have work to do."

Ning Zhe hugged him even tighter, "No, I miss the prime minister. I can't sleep without the prime minister."

Qin Shen's voice was calm, "It's Xuanhe."

Ning Zhe followed good advice and immediately changed his words, "I can't sleep without Xuanhe."

Qin Shen glanced at the moonlight outside the window, pondered for a moment, and said: "The emperor will go back first, and the minister will return to the mansion in three quarters."

"Really?"

"Ah."

Ning Zhe pestered him to hook him up.

Qin Shen stretched out his hand, calmly wiped off the dripping blood on his five fingers, and used the broken little finger to hook him.

Ning Zhe held his hand, squeezed out a tear, and asked him pitifully, "Does the prime minister hurt?"

Qin Shen's expression was calm, and he wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, "The emperor can't cry, so don't cry, the minister doesn't hurt."

Ning Zhe didn't feel sorry for him at all, he kept thinking, but actually came here to remind him about Yun Lan,

He was in a bad mood tonight. Since he had already got Qin Shen's promise, he didn't bother to act anymore, and he didn't care much if he was punctured. ready to leave.

"emperor."

When he was about to leave the cell, Qin Shen suddenly called him from behind.

Ning turned his head back, his eyes were cold.

Qin Shen looked at him, and slowly said word by word, "It's called Xuanhe."