I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe sneezed suddenly, was awakened suddenly, and shivered inexplicably.

"Cold?" Someone beside him suddenly asked him softly.

Ning Zhe raised his head, and saw Yunlan's gentle and beautiful face again.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, looked around, and found that all around him were ruthless teenagers in black clothes and murderous intentions, standing in the martial arts arena, as if they were waiting for some important person to arrive.

He, too, was wearing the same garment and was submerged in it.

Looking at this familiar scene, Ning Zhe couldn't help being dazed for a moment.

The cold wind in winter blew his bones, and his thin body shook involuntarily.

Yun Lan frowned, waved to him, and said softly, "A'Ning, come here."

Ning Zhe looked into his clear eyes and didn't move for a moment.

A man in black next to him reminded: "Be careful, don't move around, the pavilion master is coming soon."

"I know, it's okay, Ah Ning is not tall, so he won't be discovered." Yun Lan laughed.

"It's up to you." Seeing that he didn't listen to persuasion, the man in black didn't bother to take care of him.

Yun Lan called Ning Zhe again.

Ning Zhe hesitated for a moment, but finally took a step and walked towards him.

Yunlan wrapped his cold hands, let out a breath of steam, put his frozen fingers on the palm of his hand and rubbed them, and asked worriedly: "Are you okay? Hold on for a while, wait for the pavilion master to leave Enough."

Ning Zhe watched his movements without speaking.

Yun Lan touched his face, glanced at where he was standing before, frowned and said, "Don't go back, your place happens to be the wind outlet, it's very cold, just stand here with me."

As he spoke, he pulled Ning Zhe behind him, and asked him to tuck his hands into his clothes to cover them, so as to completely block the oncoming cold wind.

The man in black who had reminded him before glanced at him with some disapproval in his eyes, but he still didn't say anything.

Ning Zhe raised his head, looked at Yun Lan's thin back, and suddenly said, "Aren't you afraid?"

Yunlan looked very happy when he heard him speak, with a smile on her face, she turned to ask him, "What are you afraid of?"

"If you are discovered, the Pavilion Master will punish you and drive you out of the Zongheng Pavilion."

Yunlan bent his eyes and touched his head, "Then Aning, be careful, and protect brother Yunlan well, don't be discovered by the pavilion master."

Ning Zhe stared at him silently.

While the two were talking, there was a commotion not far away.

I don't know who shouted "The Pavilion Master is here", and everyone immediately fell silent.

Ning Zhe froze slightly, turned his head, and looked at the man in Xuanyi who was walking slowly not far away.

The man wore a silver mask on the upper half of his face, and the exposed half of his face had sharp edges and corners. The white jaw line was perfect and cold, and the thin lips that looked like a knife were cold and ruthless. It's daunting to look at.

Ning Zhe stared at him, without looking away for a long time.

Those eyes were as dark as an abyss, as if there were countless complex emotions churning and surging, but when you looked closely, it seemed that there were no emotions at all, so deep that it could almost suck away a person's soul.

Yunlan noticed his abnormality, lowered her head lightly, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up, was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "No..."

"The pavilion master may ask someone to compete later, you stay behind me and don't move, you won't be discovered."

As he said, he stretched out his little finger imperceptibly, and gently scratched Ning Zhe's palm, with a smile on his face, "Good boy."

The palm of the hand seemed to be swept by a feather for a moment, and the soft touch penetrated the skin and penetrated directly into the heart.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Coincidentally, just after Yun Lan finished speaking, she was named by the Acting Pavilion Master and walked onto the martial arts arena.

All eyes turned to him.

With a calm expression, Yun Lan took advantage of the situation and pushed Ning towards the man in black next to him, walked up slowly, knelt down and said, "Pavilion Master."

The competition started soon, and Yunlan's opponent was another killer with a character A. The two were evenly matched in martial arts, but Yunlan seemed a little physically exhausted.

If this continues, he will be defeated sooner or later.

In the Zongheng Pavilion, the loser is equal to the dead.

If Yun Lan loses here, there is only one end for him.

Ning Zhe stood below and watched quietly, without any emotion in his eyes.

The man in black looked back at him, "You don't seem to care much."

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

"Do you know why Yunlan is like this?"

His tone sounded a bit like asking for a crime.

Ning Zhe moved his eyes and looked up at him.

The eyes of the man in black fell on Yun Lan who was dodging in embarrassment in the field, "Last time you were besieged and dying, it was Yun Lan who saved you. Their family has a life-for-life technique, and he used it on you. The price is naturally that your body will gradually become weaker."

He said and looked down at Ning Zhe, "You were in a coma for three days, and he kept watch over you for three days until you woke up."

"so what."

Ning turned back to look at him, his eyes were very quiet, without any disturbance, even a little careless, "You tell me this, do you want me to save him now and die in his place?"

The man in black was slightly stunned, and then a few traces of meaningful smiles slowly appeared in his eyes.

"No, how could it be." He slightly hooked his lips, looked at Ning Zhe, as if looking at some interesting toy, playing with taste: "I just think that you should have the right to know."

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and ignored him.

He has this memory in his mind.

But at that time, he didn't know why Yunlan was weak, he just thought that he couldn't beat the opponent.

The final result of the competition was the same as he remembered, Yunlan used his elusive witchcraft at the last moment, beheaded the opponent and won the competition.

Blood spattered all over him.

When he came back, the dark red blood fell to the ground drop by drop along his footprints, his whole body was murderous and cold, his eyes were gloomy, like Shura crawling out of hell.

He didn't approach Ning Zhe any more. Seeing that Ning Zhe had the intention to come over, he took a step back and said with a smile, "Dirty."

The man in black glanced at him, "Since you know it's dirty, why did you choose that kind of attack? There are so many ways to kill, you can completely see no blood."

Yunlan's eyes flickered, a cold and bloodthirsty flash disappeared, and he curled his lips, "If you don't do this, how can he apologize."

Ning Zhe looked at the head that rolled to the ground in the center of the field, its eyes widened in horror, and suddenly remembered that this person was the one who took the lead in bullying him when he first joined the cabinet.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

"Don't be afraid."

Yunlan probably thought he was afraid, so she wanted to reach out to touch him, but when she reached halfway and saw that it was covered with blood, she immediately retracted it.

He hesitated for a moment, first wiped his blood-stained hands on his shirt, then carefully touched his face, and said softly, "If you don't like it, I won't do it in the future."

Ning Zhe didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He recalled the scene in his memory, lowered his eyes, held his fingertips, and said slowly: "I like whatever brother Yunlan does..."

Yun Lan was the same as in memory, with crooked brows and eyes, and smiled happily.

This competition was actually to choose the close body guard next to the pavilion master. Yun Lan was not selected because she did not perform well.

When the competition came to an end, the martial arts arena was already covered with blood, and all the failed assassins, without exception, lost their lives.

Ning Zhe hid behind Yunlan and was never discovered.

But at the end of the last scene, the Acting Pavilion Master suddenly called Ning Zhe's code name for some reason.

"C character 110 seven digits, come out!"

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, he clearly remembered that he escaped this competition.

Seeing that there was no one answering, the acting master shouted a few more times.

Ning Zhe looked around and was about to go up when Yunlan grabbed his wrist suddenly.

When he raised his head, he saw Yun Lan's face that had calmed down, "Don't go."

The howling wind howled, and the sky began to snow.

The Acting Pavilion Master looked at the dark and silent crowd, and his face gradually turned cold.

The martial arts arena fell into deathly silence for a while, and the atmosphere was stagnant and heavy.

Yun Lan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Just when he took a step forward and was about to speak, the Xuanyi Pavilion Master who had been silent all this time raised his eyes lightly and said softly: "That's it for today."

The Acting Pavilion Master was taken aback, "But you said you would..."

The pavilion master raised his eyelids and gave him a faint look, his eyes were cold and ruthless.

The acting pavilion master was startled, lost his voice immediately, and hastily announced the end of the competition.

Only then did Yun Lan heave a sigh of relief, and Chao Ning smiled, took his hand and left.

A cold and burning gaze projected from behind, following his figure all the time.

Ning Zhe had already walked a long way, and he could still feel the burning pain in his back, just like the feeling Ning Yan gave him.

When he was nice to him, he was warm and gentle, but once he didn't care, he would use all means to torture him severely.

Ning Zhe remembered very clearly that after a long time, he was taken into Dingbei Palace.

He always thought that it was just an accident, that he just fell into Ning Yan's eyes by chance, and became his hidden guard by chance, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Back at the residence, Yunlan asked Ning Zhe to sit on the couch, put warm clothes on him, and closed the window tightly, then came over and asked him to stretch out his hand for herself to see.

Ning Zhe didn't know what he meant, so he stretched out his hand anyway.

Yun Lan held his palm, poked through the skin of his fingertips, and forced out a drop of black blood.

Ning Zhe looked at the poisonous blood and couldn't help but startled.

Yunlan's eyes darkened slightly, and she touched his head, "Stay away from that man in the future, and remember to call me if you have to go out for something."

Ning Zhe hesitated for a moment, then nodded obediently, "Okay."

Yun Lan smiled and rubbed his face, "Is it still cold?"

"It's not cold anymore."

"Liar, my hands are still cold."

Yunlan squeezed his face, got up and poured hot water into the simple bathtub, picked him up, took off his clothes, brought him into the cubicle, and put him into the steaming hot water.

The bathtub is very deep, about half the height of an adult.

Ning Zhe was already short, but this body was even shorter before it opened.

As soon as he entered, only half of his head was exposed. Yunlan couldn't help laughing as he watched.

Ning Zhe held his breath and plunged his head into the water, not letting him see it.

Yunlan smiled and said: "Can Ah Ning be alone, can I help you?"

Ning Zhe held back in the water for a long time before slowly showing his head, and said sullenly, "No, I can."

Yun Lan didn't force him, and went out with a smile.

After he finished washing, Yunlan washed it with the water he had washed, got into bed, and lay down with him.

Seeing Ning Zhe staring at him without blinking, she hugged him into her arms and kissed his face, "Ah Ning, it's getting late, go to sleep."

Ning Zhe's gaze fell on his pretty face, and he looked at it quietly for a long time before closing his eyes obediently, his breathing gradually calmed down, and he fell into a deep sleep.

......

"Master! Wake up, wake up!" Xue Heling's panicked voice suddenly rang in his ears, "Help, save me..."

Ning Zhe opened his eyes, and saw it circled into a ball, being held in the palm of a young man, tossing it around casually.

Seeing that Ning Zhe woke up, the man turned his head slowly, his abstinent and indifferent eyebrows curved into a gentle arc, and an unknown dark light flashed quickly in the amber eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses, and he blinked at Ning Zhe gently, gently smiled.

"I finally saw you, the host who can subdue No. 67, I have admired your name for a long time."