I'm a killer with no emotions

The high priest's neatly tied black long hair fell down like a waterfall, and the tips of his hair were curled up by the breeze to outline a soft arc.

It's like a pool of cold spring that has been silent for thousands of years is suddenly stirred up, adding a bit of messy and lingering beauty.

"you wanna die!"

The high priest's eyes suddenly turned cold, and there was a rare trace of hidden anger on that handsome face that was cold in the past.

Qin Shen was dressed in green clothes and a jade crown with tassels and tassels. He was as elegant as usual, with a breezy breeze and a bright moon.

"Every time you spend a year in this world, your lifespan will drop by a thousand years. Everything has a lifespan, and the Shinto lotus is no exception."

He put away the snow-colored petals in his palm, "A-Lian, I advise you to return to the shrine to recuperate as soon as possible."

The high priest was unmoved, and there was no emotion in his gray eyes, "If the master is not resurrected, I will not return."

If you don't regret it, there is nothing to say.

Qin Shen took one last look at him, and the Yin Hong Tumi engraved on the black pupil of his right eye faintly flashed with blood, and the figure immediately disappeared into the dark room.

"stop!"

The high priest quickly grabbed at the void, but only tore off a small piece of his clothes, and did not track his whereabouts.

He lowered his head and stared at the rag between his fingers, his gray mist-like pupils were tinged with coldness, and when his fingertips were closed together and exerted force, the dark blue bamboo-patterned corners of his clothes were instantly shattered and annihilated.

——"Qin, Xuan, and He!"

.....

After Qin Shen consciously awakened his memory, his strength was comparable to that of the High Priest. Under the deliberate hiding, the High Priest could not find the trace for a while.

When he returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion with the two corpses, Ling Ji had already left. Yang Yan was in the palace preparing the ceremony for the new emperor's enthronement. caught.

With a cool breeze blowing, the young man shrank his thin shoulders, and his frail body seemed to be getting thinner, as if it was about to shatter and disappear in an instant.

Qin Shen stood in front of the moon gate and looked at it for a while, then untied his outer shirt, walked over with light steps, and put it on him carefully.

Unexpectedly, Ning Zhe opened his eyes suddenly, reached out his hand to grab his throat suddenly, and cut his arm back with lightning speed, pressed him to the stone table, and leaned over to press him directly.

Qin Shen slammed his back against the stone table, and let out a muffled grunt, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

When he was fighting with the high priest, he received half a palm, which hurt his heart and lungs, and he could not withstand such a violent impact.

Ning Zhe stared at the blood around his mouth, the fundus of his eyes also seemed to be soaked in blood, bright red like fire.

"Prime Minister, you are back."

He spoke to Qin Shen, but his gaze was unfocused and unfocused.

Qin Shen frowned slightly and remained silent.

"Why didn't the prime minister speak? I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I almost fell asleep after waiting."

Ning Zhe babbled like he was complaining, and slowly approached Qin Shen's face, his cheek lightly touching the tip of his nose.

The distance between the two is very close at this time, when Ning Zhe spoke, his beautiful lips opened and closed, and the tip of his pink tongue was looming, as if he was tempting to taste.

Qin Shen could almost feel the slight shivering that was concentrated by electric current when his warm breath sprayed on his face.

"Your Majesty, you are ill."

Qin Shen said to him, his voice was calm and his expression was calm.

"I'm not sick." Ning Zhe was a little unhappy, his voice was delicate and soft, as if he was angry.

"Don't you like it?" He pressed against the tip of Qin Shen's nose and slowly pressed it down, his lips pressed against Qin Shen's lips lightly, with a hot and seductive temperature.

"Prime Minister, Qin Shen... Xuanhe..."

Ning Zhe called his name over and over again, pecking and kissing his lips bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice, the bright red tip of his tongue traced the line of his lips, carrying an unknown secret, in Qin Shen's heart, In front of the door, he was tossing around tentatively.

Qin Shen pursed his lips tightly, being pressed under him, quietly watching his movements.

"Xuanhe, I feel so uncomfortable."

Ning Zhe kissed him for a while, then suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched and he whimpered, his voice trembling, as if he was coquettish with Qin Shen, "Why did you come back only now?"

Qin Shen knew that his body was easy to move, but now Ning Zhe was cold all over, and his face didn't have the kind of blush soaked in lust, and he didn't look like he couldn't restrain his emotions.

He didn't speak.

Ning Zhe cried softly, let go of both hands, stopped pressing him hard, but hugged his neck, buried his head in the socket of his neck and sobbed loudly.

Only then did Qin Shen see that the back of his neck was stained with tiny bloodstains that hadn't dried up at 01:30, and it looked as if something suddenly exploded and spewed blood and splashed it.

He frowned and asked Ning Zhe, "Where have you been?"

Ning Zhe's voice was full of tears: "You haven't come back...I didn't know what to do, so I went to the dark prison."

Yunlan was locked in a dark prison after being captured. Eight iron locks passed through her knees, ankles, wrists and shoulder bones to hang her in the air. .

Qin Shen said that he used as much blood as Ning Zhe used to repay him, so Uncle Zhuang didn't stop Yun Lan from bleeding and let it flow.

At the same time, during this period, all kinds of cruel punishments continued. Once Yunlan couldn't bear it and passed out, he immediately sent someone to treat him, hang him for a while, and wait for Ning to come back to deal with it.

He should be dying at this moment, and he won't even have the strength to curse.

It is impossible for Ning Zhe to be hurt by him.

However, unexpected factors cannot be ruled out.

Qin Shen's eyes moved slightly, he lowered his head and asked Ning Zhe, "What did he do to you?"

Ning Zhe shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't do anything."

"So you killed him?"

Ning Zhe still shook his head, "I didn't kill anyone."

But he also refused to say exactly what happened, just kept pressing Qin Shen on the table, weeping on his neck, domineering and pitiful.

Qin Shen was silent for a moment, propped up his body, put his long arms around Ning Zhe's waist, and picked him up.

The positions of the two were reversed, and Qin Shen regained the initiative.

He gently placed Ning Zhe on the stone table and sat down, held his face in his hands, and gently rubbed the corners of his red eyes with his fingertips, "Your Majesty, you are sick."

Ning Zhe didn't refute this time, he raised his tear-stained face and looked at him blankly, "What's wrong?"

Qin Shen narrowed his eyes, moved his finger down, touched his chest, and pressed it against his cold heart, "Here."

With feelings, the heart will be sick.

He carried Ning Zhe back to his room, coaxed him to sleep, and was able to escape until the evening.

Uncle Zhuang was waiting outside the door, saw him coming out, and quickly followed him, "My lord, how is the little madam?"

"It's okay to lose your temper." Qin Shen looked cold, and asked as he walked, "What did Yun Lan say to him today?"

Uncle Zhuang got angry when he mentioned this, "He asked the little lady to let him go, and he said that the little lady was ungrateful, and he didn't look at what bad things he did to the little lady, what a heartless thing!"

Qin Shen frowned suddenly, stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at him, "Only this?"

Uncle Zhuang didn't understand what he meant, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Qin Shen's face changed slightly, and he checked the storage bag he used to store the two corpses.

Sure enough, Huo Chen's body was gone!

Ning Zhe was lying to him!

Qin Shen immediately turned around and broke into Ning Zhe's room.

The couch was empty.

The child who was still acting coquettish and crying to prevent him from leaving just now has disappeared.

"A one!"

Immediately a man in black jumped off the beam and knelt on the ground respectfully, but it was not Jia Yi.

"Where's the emperor?"

Yi Er said in a deep voice: "The little madam said she couldn't sleep, and wanted to go out to find you, and A Yi worriedly followed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Zhuang walked in, and there was a tall man in black who was unconscious in the creaking nest.

Qin Shen's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes darkened.

Uncle Zhuang sighed, and threw A to the ground, "He was hit hard on the back of the head, and already fainted, and several hidden guards outside the mansion were also knocked unconscious. The force was fast and ruthless, and the technique was very professional."

Qin Shen raised his eyes, and the blood in his eyes slowly bloomed, "Where's the person?"

"Take Yunlan and run away."

.....

On the outskirts of Beijing.

Ning Zhe dragged the two dead men for a while, then fell to the ground out of breath and couldn't get up.

No. 67 appeared and scooped him up, "Didn't you run very fast just now, will you be bored now? Climb quickly, otherwise Qin Shen will find you soon."

Ning Zhe hung in his arms half dead, and sighed listlessly: "I'm old, I can't crawl anymore."

"You haven't grown up yet." No. 67 snorted coldly, patted his face, "I beg brother, brother, come help you."

Ning Zhe groaned, hugged his neck and rubbed it again and again, "Brother, brother, brother, brother..." The plaster on his face covered No. 67's neck.

No. 67 pushed his head away in disgust, "Aren't you angry now?"

Ning Zhe bared his teeth, bit him hard, and mumbled with his neck in his mouth: "Angry, No. 67 is a bad guy."

No. 67 laughed lightly, his eyes glowed, and the moonlight was as beautiful as a picture scroll, "You're right, I'm the bad guy."

Ning Zhe pounced on him and started a fight with him.

The two rolled on the grass, Ning Zhe pressed No. 67 under him, and looked at him with big black eyes blinking.

"number 67."

"Ok?"

"You look so good-looking."

No. 67 laughed, "Do you like it?"

Ning Zhe nodded sincerely, "It's the most beautiful face I've ever seen."

When he was in Demon Realm, it was because of No. 67's face that he never did anything to him.

"How does it compare to Ning Yan?"

Ning Zhe didn't blink, and said without hesitation: "Better than him."

No. 67's brows and eyes moved slightly, turned over and pressed him under him, held the back of his head to prevent him from hitting the stone, and asked softly against the tip of his nose, "Then...how about Huo Chen, Qingluan, Qin Shen and the high priest?"

Ning Zhe stared at his deep black eyes full of bright stars, and slowly said: "No. 67 is the best looking."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, gently raised his head and kissed the tip of No. 67's nose, opened his eyes and looked straight at him, "I like No. 67 the most."

Huge waves gradually appeared in No. 67's eyes, the Milky Way was boiling hot, and the black color was surging.

He and Ning Zhe looked at each other for a long time, then suddenly parted their lips, and said with a smile: "You still acted like a baby with Qin Shen during the day, and now you're here to deceive me again? Ning Zhe, Qin Shen will be deceived by you, but I won't, don't calculate I."

"I did not lie to you."

No. 67 also kissed him, and said lightly, "Whether you lie or not, I will treat you well."

When he said that, he didn't believe it.

Ning Zhe felt wronged, "I really don't, I like you."

No. 67 touched his face and said, "It grows according to your preferences, of course you like it."

He seemed to lose interest suddenly, stood up, put the bodies of Huo Chen and Yun Lan into the space, and stretched out his hand to Ning Zhe, "Let's not talk about this, let's go, I will take you to resurrect the God of God."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and looked at the hand he extended in silence. After a long time, he put his own hand on it and didn't speak again.

He wanted to say, what I like is not your face, but you.

The action of No. 67 made him dispel this idea.

Ning Zhe suddenly felt that Qin Shen was right.

he is sick.

How could he have feelings for someone who abused him.