I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe didn't think for long before being interrupted by Ning Yan.

The man walked slowly in front of him with the frosty air coming from his face, and looked down at him deeply, "This king has already made your wish come true, what about you?"

Ning Zhe looked up at him.

He was kept in the palace for a few days, and now he is much better than the skinny one he saw at first, his face has also turned rosy, and he can faintly see the unparalleled complexion in the future.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, then knelt on the ground, walked to his feet, reached out and gently hugged his calf, put his cheek on it, and rubbed it lightly.

It's a bit like a domesticated beast dog trying to please its owner.

Although obedient and soft, but humble as always.

Ning Yan could feel his hands trembling slightly.

He stared at the small group of children, and suddenly there were many uncontrollable emotions in his eyes, like a ferocious huge wave that almost swallowed his reason.

The scorching pain exploded in his chest, tearing his internal organs to pieces.

With trembling hands, he wanted to pick up the child, and opened his lips silently, "Ah... ah..."

He almost couldn't restrain himself from saying those two words.

Fortunately, in the end, Ning Zhe noticed his abnormality and raised his eyes to look at him strangely, before bringing him back to his senses in time.

"My lord, my lord..."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, tried his best to endure the severe convulsions in his heart, and smiled gently, "I don't need you to be like this."

As he spoke, he picked Ning Zhe up from the ground, wrapped him tightly in his arms irresistibly, rested his chin lightly on his forehead, and squeezed his palm tightly. He exhausted the greatest calmness and patience in his life to let his The voice sounded the same as usual.

"This king just wants to know what your name is."

Ning Zhe remained silent.

Since meeting Ning Yan, he hasn't spoken a word, the same as before.

But he didn't know how to say it then, but now he doesn't want to say it.

"If...if not..."

Ning Yan picked up his face, held it up lightly, and rubbed it with his fingertips, "This king will get one for you, okay?"

Ning Zhe stared at him for a long time, then nodded indifferently.

His name was originally given to him by Ning Yan.

At that time Ning Yan was not so gentle, probably only brought him back because he saw that he was interesting, named him his surname, and wanted to see how he would grow in the future.

Ning Zhe has nothing to do with his naming.

It was Ning Yan who gave him an upright name, allowing him to have his own identity when he was deprived of his identity as a little emperor.

Even though he had been tortured and suffered so much because of this identity, for Ning Zhe, in his life as a substitute, there was only the word "A Ning", which belonged to him.

Ning Yan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, the bottom of his eyes shimmered and warmed, and there was a bit of lingering tenderness on his cold and handsome face, "I'll call you... Aning, my king's... my king Ah Ning, okay?"

Ning Zhexin said yes, and nodded to him obediently.

"A-Ning, A-Ning..."

"A Ning..."

Ning Yan's voice was extremely hoarse, his voice trembled a little, and his eyes almost collapsed.

He clasped the back of the child's head in his arms and pressed him against his chest, preventing him from seeing his embarrassed side.

Ning Zhe leaned obediently in his arms, and didn't notice his abnormality.

After calming down, his resistance to Ning Yan has become much smaller, and he no longer resists some of his intimate behaviors, and occasionally caters to him.

No. 61 found that he had changed back to the kind of quiet personality described in the information, neither surprised nor happy, cold and indifferent.

It's like completely smashing and hiding the real self, and using another disguised mask to force myself to survive.

What an interesting prey, no wonder 67 is so well guarded.

After thinking about it, he asked, "Don't you hate Ning Yan anymore?"

As expected, Ning Zhe still said the same neutral words: "It has nothing to do with you."

If this sentence came out of No. 67's mouth, it should be called "None of your shit".

It's a pity that Ning Zhe still has some reserved and noble cultivation in his bones, so he can't easily swear such vulgar words.

When Ning Zhe stayed in Dingbei Palace to cultivate, Xue and Ling were still trying to find a way to escape.

Last time he was clearly prepared, he even found Ning Zhe's substitute, and all the guards cast illusions, but for some reason, Ning Yan still found out the clues and arrested him.

This time absolutely can not miss again.

Within a few days, he waited for the opportunity.

Ning Yan took Ning Zhe out, and the guards around him were greatly reduced, so it couldn't have been a better time.

【Master, A Ling will find a chance to stop them later, the master will leave here immediately】

Ning Zhe glanced at the man beside him, for some reason, he always felt that he couldn't escape.

But he didn't show it to make Xue and Aya worry, he just nodded to him and said yes.

When he was talking to Xue and Aya, his eyes were empty, and he looked like he was in a daze.

And because of his thinness and paleness, he inexplicably carried a heavy and dead air on his body, as fragile as a piece of jade porcelain kept in a dark room, lonely and depressed, it would shatter with a slight knock.

Ning Yan felt uncomfortable watching it.

When the two were sitting in the carriage, they lowered their heads and asked him, "A-Ning, what were you thinking just now?"

Ning Zhe looked up at him, his dark eyes reflected his face, and there were thousands of stars in the eyes.

For a moment, Ning Yan thought he was about to speak.

However, it does not.

He just raised his eyes for a glance, blinked his long eyelashes, and then fell back, not wanting to pay attention to people.

Ning Yan stretched out his arms and tentatively touched him.

Ning Zhe didn't respond.

"The carriage is bumping, and this king is holding you."

He whispered something in Ning Zhe's ear, and seeing that he didn't object, he pulled the little child into his arms with a little force.

Ning Zhe frowned, but said nothing.

"A'Ning, be obedient, don't run away." Ning Yan stroked his long hair, his tone didn't sound like an order, but more like a begging.

Ning Zhe didn't hear it, so he nodded indifferently.

Seeing him responding to her, Ning Yan seemed very happy, although his handsome face still had a deep and calm look, but there was an inconspicuous beautiful gleam in his eyes.

"It's done, Ah Ning, don't leave me, me..."

Ning Zhe was a little impatient to hear his words, covered his mouth, and yawned a little, his eyes filled with tears.

Ning Yan's words stopped abruptly, and there were still many words stuck in his throat, so he could only swallow them, letting countless emotions explode in his chest.

Ning Zhe didn't notice any difference in him at all, shrunk his neck, found a comfortable position in his arms, leaned against him, closed his eyes and fell asleep, as if he trusted the person behind him.

But No. 61 can clearly see that he, the host, clearly treats Ningyan as a cushion and a utensil.

How much you used to rely on liking, now how indifferent and alienated.

Really answered the first sentence in the information - "Ning Zhe, the reincarnation of the gods, born with no heart."

......

When the carriage stopped, Ning Zhe just woke up and opened his eyes.

"It's here." Ning Yan saw his sleepy-eyed, cute look with a hair curled up, couldn't help touching him, and hugged him out of the car.

Huo Chen saw this scene outside, and raised his eyebrows: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and this child trusts the prince so much?"

Naturally, Ning Yan would not say anything about running away or making a deal, he nodded silently, hugging Ning Zhe and walking side by side with him.

Today is a palace banquet, His Majesty's birthday ceremony, with lanterns and festoons everywhere, and courtiers are invited to have a good time.

General Zhen Guo did not return from his expedition, so he sent his eldest son Huo Chen to the banquet.

"There are still doubts about the case of the Qin family's treason, but His Majesty has ignored it. The eldest son of the Qin family has been kneeling outside the palace gate for three days."

"Still kneeling?"

Huo Chen didn't speak.

Because Ning Yan had already seen the young man kneeling in front of the palace gate.

It doesn't count if he is a young man, he is probably somewhere between a young man and a young man. He is dressed in green clothes and is gentle and clean, his eyebrows are as light as mountains and rivers, and he looks like a picture-perfect young man.

A courtier who was traveling with him sighed: "It is said that this eldest son has been locked up in the mansion since he was a child. I don't know why."

Ning moved his eyelashes and looked up.

When he was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, he heard from Uncle Zhuang that the Qin family had a hundred years of scholarly family, but there was a strange person who specialized in killing people. The Qin family felt ashamed and imprisoned him for decades without seeing the sky. day.

That alien is Qin Shen, the eldest son of the Qin family.

"Hey, the emperor has not long since ascended the throne, and the most taboo thing is treason. No matter how much Mr. Qin kneels, the emperor will not pay attention to him." An official sighed.

Huo Chen looked at Ning Yan, "What does your lord think?"

"No way."

Ning Yan lowered his eyes, and said in a calm voice, "General Huo can't protect himself, so it's better to stay out of his own business."

Ning Zhe nodded, quite agreeing with his words.

Huo Chen smiled, and his eyes fell on him, "You are in collusion with your prince, this general will not listen to you again this time."

Ning Zhexin said that he was colluding with someone, but there was no reaction on his face, his little face was expressionless, serious and cute.

Huo Chen couldn't help pinching his skinny cheeks, "I said you're pitiful, why are you so thin? Your prince treats you badly?"

Ning Zhe silently clapped his hands away.

As a result, Huo Chen turned to grab his little hand again, and squeezed it back and forth in his generous palm, as if he was very interested in him.

Ning Zhe stared at him quietly.

Why didn't he remember that Huo Chen liked children so much?

He didn't know that Huo Chen didn't like children, but just liked him.

However, a dignified and ruthless general is holding on to the hand of a weak child, this scene is a bit weird no matter how you look at it.

The courtiers passing by stared at this scene with horror and curiosity.

"General, respect yourself."

Ning Yan frowned, took a step back with Ning Zhe in his arms, and wrapped him in his cloak to prevent Huo Chen from touching him.

Huo Chen's eyes moved slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he saw the child whose head was covered by a cloak struggling to stretch out a short fleshy arm. He didn't care about Ning Yan, and just stretched out his hand towards him, black and round. She stared at him without blinking her eyes, and whimpered in her throat, as if she wanted him to hug her.