I'm a killer with no emotions

"cold?"

Seeing that the child was suddenly trembling uncontrollably and his teeth were chattering, Ning Yan frowned and asked, leaning over to check his temperature.

Unexpectedly, just as he stretched out his hand, before it touched him, it was suddenly opened by a strong force.

"......roll!"

The bony child frowned, and suddenly squeezed out a hoarse word from between his teeth, and stared at him with clenched fists.

Gritting his teeth and tensing his entire body, he seemed to be standing in front of him not the man who had just saved his life, but an enemy with a bloody feud.

"Go... go..."

"Don't touch me...don't touch..."

After the sudden outburst, a loss followed.

He suddenly hugged his head, as if he couldn't breathe, opened his mouth wide, panting violently, his head was covered with fine cold sweat, his pupils staring at Ning Yan were absent-minded, but there was a churning hatred hidden deep inside. meaning and conflict.

Ning Yan frowned a little bit, and then probably realized that he would scare the child, so he quickly let go.

He softened his brows and eyes, made his voice very slow and gentle, and tried his best to show kindness, and said: "Don't be afraid, this king will not hurt you, and he will be in the palace soon."

As he spoke, he wanted to pat the child's head.

Unexpectedly, the more he was like this, the more excited the child was, looking at him with extremely fierce eyes, almost wishing to bite off a bite of flesh from him.

Ning Yan couldn't touch him at all.

As long as he shows the slightest thought of wanting to get closer, he will be stared at by this child, which will attract strong resistance.

"Okay, I won't touch you."

Ning Yan stared at him for a long time with deep eyes, then slowly withdrew his hand.

"Don't bite your lips anymore, it's already bleeding and it will hurt."

It's a pity that the child didn't listen to him at all.

Seeing that he retreated, she immediately shrank back, hugged her knees tightly, buried her head, and shrank to the corner of the wall, as far away from him as she wanted.

Seeing his extremely repulsive reaction, Ning Yan involuntarily frowned, a hint of bewilderment appeared on his handsome and cold face.

This child was picked up by him.

He had just returned from a victorious battle, passing through a deserted valley, only to find by chance that there was a mass grave in the valley, the smell of corpses was everywhere, and not a single blade of grass grew.

Ning Yan was suspicious, and after inquiring, he found out that this place used to be a remote town.

Not long after he succeeded to the throne, the emperor became fatuous and incompetent. He listened to the slanderous slander and massacred Zhongliang.

Corrupt officials blocked the news, locked the sick people in one place and executed them, and dumped the corpses here at will.

Almost all the people in the whole town died, and their corpses were rotting and festering. It was like a cruel scene of purgatory on earth.

It was in this land full of carrion vultures that he found this child sitting on a rock, quietly raising his head and looking up at the sky.

When he walked in front of him, the child was still holding a piece of carrion torn from nowhere in his hand, and he didn't even look at him, his eyes were empty, like a lifeless walking corpse.

Ning Yan handed the sword to the soldier behind him, bent down to take the carrion in his hand and throw it away.

The child suddenly withdrew his hand, staring at Ning Yan like a hungry wolf protecting his food.

Ning Yan said, "This is not edible."

He couldn't understand, and let out an indistinct growl in his throat, not letting Ning Yan touch his only food.

Ning Yan thought for a while, and didn't care that his body was covered in blood and stench, so he stretched out his arms to wrap him in his arms, and softly coaxed him in his ear: "Good boy, don't be afraid, it's okay, this king will take you away here."

At the beginning, the child was still struggling, and even showed his sharp canine teeth, biting Ning Yan's shoulder so hard that his skin was ripped apart and blood was seen on his flesh.

But Ning Yan didn't care, and patiently comforted him all the time, patting his back lightly with his palms, comforting him: "Be good, be good, it's all right, don't be afraid anymore."

Slowly, the child was coaxed to calm down by him, whimpered a few times, leaned lightly on his shoulder, and stopped struggling.

Ning Yan took him back to the camp where he was temporarily stationed, bathed him roughly, fed him some hot food, and sent people to continue looking for any survivors.

Outside of the shelter, in this town, except for the child in front of him, everyone is dead.

Ning Yan was determined to investigate the matter, so he wanted to bring the child back to the palace.

He is said to be a child, but he is already an eleven or twelve-year-old boy based on his bone age, but his body is too thin and short, and he is not as tall as a six-year-old child. into this.

Although he was a little wary of Ning Yan when they first met, he was very quiet along the way, without any resistance.

Seeing that he was about to arrive in the capital, he didn't know what happened to the child suddenly, and suddenly he resisted so fiercely.

Ning Yan frowned, looking at the child curled up in the corner exuding a dark aura, his gaze was bottomless, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Here, Ning Zhe asked No. 61 coldly in his heart: "What's going on? Why did you come back here!?"

His usual voice is as calm as stagnant water, and it is rare that he is so excited, which shows how much the incident of seeing Ning Yan has impacted him.

If Ning Zhe hadn't been able to control himself, he even wanted to set fire to fight No. 61.

No. 61 said indifferently: "It is extremely difficult to reverse the time, and it is impossible to control the specific time node."

The implication is, you are content.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes and gasped for several breaths before calming down. He suddenly raised his lips and sneered: "Trash."

This time, he completely imitated No. 67's sarcastic expression.

No. 61 narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of danger in his voice, "Ning Zhe, just because I pamper you, doesn't mean I allow you to push yourself."

"That's right, if I cooperate with you, it doesn't mean I can't scold you." Ning Zhe directly returned his words.

Under the influence of No. 67, Ning Zhe has become more and more capable of stalking people, opening and closing his mouth lightly, without changing his face, he can silence people.

He didn't feel it himself, but No. 61 who was talking to him clearly felt a kind of powerlessness and hidden anger when facing No. 67.

"Ning Zhe, you still rely on me to get out of here, it's no good for you to provoke me now." No. 61's voice was cold.

Ning Zhe didn't speak, he didn't want to deal with this trash.

Originally, he only wanted to stop Yunlan, but he didn't expect to go back to this kind of time and face Ningyan again.

He told No. 67 that he didn't care anymore, but in fact he didn't let go at all. When he faced Ning Yan's face, he couldn't control himself at all.

【Master, are you okay? 】Xue and Aya hid their figures and wrapped them around his wrists, asking him worriedly.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and shook his head, his eyes were empty, without any emotion.

Seeing his silence, Xue and Ling comforted him after thinking about it [Master No. 67 will be back soon, he will definitely be able to rescue the master, master don't be afraid]

Ning Zhe murmured in his heart that he didn't want to see him, then touched Xue and Ling, 【Well, I'm not afraid】

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the cold man sitting in front of the car door.

Ning Yan said: "Is there something wrong?"

Ning Zhe didn't speak, just stared at him, his dark eyes were so deep that there was no light at all.

Seeing this, Ning Yan stretched out his hand and touched his cheek tentatively.

There was no resistance.

The child seemed to have changed back to the docile and quiet temperament before.

Ning Yan's previously tightly frowned brows slowly relaxed, his sharp thin lips curved slightly in a gentle arc, and a smile appeared on his handsome and noble eyebrows, "Good boy, be good."

Ning Zhe raised his small face and let him caress, with a gentle attitude.

But his eyes were fixed on Ning Yan's wrist, and he couldn't restrain himself from licking the base of his tongue, desperately suppressing the urge to bite off his wrist.

He thought, this time, Ning Yan had better not mess with him.

If No. 67 was still there, he would probably be very relieved and say to him, "God, you have finally grown up and learned to abuse scum by yourself."

It's a pity that No. 67 is still suffering in the system space.

When Ning Zhe woke up, he was almost in the capital.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the city, and the soldiers took out the token of King Dingbei.

However, the guards were still worried, they had to check the convoy by themselves, and even opened the curtain of the carriage that Ning Zhe and Ningyan were riding in to check carefully.

Ning Yan didn't get angry, but just when the guard's hand was about to touch Ning Zhe, he suddenly reached out to block him, and said lightly, "Don't touch him."

The guard froze for a moment, with suspicion in his eyes.

Ning Yan glanced at him, opened his lips indifferently, and said coldly: "He doesn't like others to touch him."

The guard was terrified by his stare, and he didn't dare to check any more, so he hurriedly retreated out.

After a thorough investigation, the city guards let them go, and the group drove into the city.

"My lord, it is said that someone from the Qin family rebelled and defected, so the investigation was so strict." The soldier outside the curtain who inquired about the news came back and reported.

Ning Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and his eyes were deep, "The Qin family...that century-old Qin family?"

Hearing these words, Ning Zhe suddenly thought of something, raised his head suddenly, and pricked up his ears.

A hundred years does not mean a century-old scholarly family.

It is a secret technique of killing that has been passed down for hundreds of years, which no one can match.

The soldiers outside the curtain said in a deep voice: "Go back to the prince, yes."

If Ning Yan felt it, he waved him to go down, but when he turned his head, he saw the silent child staring at him, a little more angry than before.

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why, it's someone you know."

Ning Zhe naturally ignored him, his eyelids drooped, then drooped again, and his body retracted silently.

The carriage soon stopped in front of the gate of Dingbei Palace.

Ning Yan got out of the car first, opened the curtain, and wanted to hug the child too.

Ning Zhe naturally couldn't let him hug him, but unfortunately the carriage was too high, he couldn't get off, so he could only shrink in the carriage, no matter how hard Ning Yan coaxed him, he couldn't get out.

Ning Yan frowned, and at this moment, a tall and straight young man in a general's robe walked out of Dingbei Palace, and said to Ning Yan in a voice as cold as fine wine: "Your Majesty, let me try it. how?"