I'm a killer with no emotions

【It was wrong to frame General Zhenyuan and kill the Huo family...is there anything wrong? 】

Ning Zhe didn't understand, he had already admitted his mistake, why Huo Chen still insisted on this question again and again.

No. 67 was silent, and reminded him [The Huo family is not the only one who died in vain.Huo Chen is not only for revenge for the Huo family, but also for those people who lost their homes, and for those hundreds of thousands of soldiers who died innocently]

[Why] Ning Zhe was still confused, not understanding why Huo Chen would do so many things for those insignificant people.

unimportant person...

No. 67 murmured and repeated, and couldn't help asking him [In your heart, the one hundred thousand soldiers who died are insignificant people? 】

Ning Zhe blinked, his black eyes were clear and pure, so beautiful and clean that they seemed to be able to reflect people's hearts, but there was no trace of pity or grief in them.

He asked No. 67 [Isn't it? 】

He neither knew those people, nor had he received any favor from them. In this case, their life and death had nothing to do with him.

67 gradually fell silent.

He knew that Ning Zhe was unreasonable and lacked emotion.

But he didn't expect that his heart, so cold and ruthless, actually didn't take human life seriously.

——Alright, so that he doesn't have to bear it.

The voice of No. 67 released the task indifferently [Tell Huo Chen, you don't know]

Ning Zhe has tears in his eyes [But he wants to cut off my leg, what should I do]

No. 67 doesn't care [what are you afraid of, you can grow it anyway, if you can't stand the pain, how do you collect abuse points, how do you find your sister? 】

Ning Zhe sniffed and bargained in a low voice【Then can I watch TV】

No. 67 was silent for a moment again, thinking that his host was probably hopeless.

【Okay, hurry up】

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and looked up at Huo Chen.

The conversation with No. 67 was very short. In Huo Chen's eyes, it was just that the little emperor didn't react and was stunned for a moment.

Seeing the tears in his eyes, Huo Chen thought he had finally woken up.

But right after, he heard the little emperor say softly: "I don't know, I'm right."

Huo Chen couldn't explain how he felt when he heard these words.

The anger of hatred was about to set his heart on fire, and the blood flooded into his eyes, making him just want to tear the innocent little emperor in front of him in two.

The little emperor was still crying non-stop, crying and saying no, begging him to let him go, tears streaming down his cheeks, the pitiful despair made his heart tremble.

But Huo Chen couldn't see any sign of repentance in his eyes.

Yes.

Ning Zhe had no heart, he should have known.

But he was still thinking that if the little emperor admitted his mistake, he would let him go.

Huo Chen clenched the blade tightly, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

How could he have such an idea, he let the little emperor go, but who would let the Huo family let go of hundreds of lives!He let the little emperor off, how could he be worthy of those dead soldiers, how could he be worthy of those Da Viet people whose families were ruined!

A piercing hatred flashed across Huo Chen's eyes, and he pinched the little emperor's chin fiercely. Every word was like weeping blood, and slowly scraped out from his hoarse throat: "Your Majesty, you owe a debt to Dayue, so use these legs to pay for it." !"

As soon as the words fell, the sharp blade in his hand suddenly rose with a raging murderous aura, and the biting chill flashed away under the sunlight.

In an instant, countless blood sprayed onto the white jade pillar, Ning Zhe's pupils suddenly dilated violently, and he opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't even make a sound.

No. 67's emotionless voice rang out in the silence, which seemed extremely cruel [Add 5% to the abused value]