I'm a killer with no emotions

Qin Shen noticed that he was willing to speak.

No matter what he said a few days ago, Ning Zhe kept his lips shut and refused to communicate with him.

So... Sure enough, it was because he wasn't Ning Yan.

Qin Shen fell silent, and stroked Ning Zhe's long hair with a slightly cold hand, "If the emperor wants to see Ning Yan, don't be so careful, I will take you to see him next time."

Where does Ning Zhe want to see Ning Yan, when he sees Ning Yan, his heart hurts, and he wishes to stay away from him.

He shook his head desperately, wanting to deny it, but his heart was tightened again, he couldn't speak in pain, he could only hiccup and burst into tears.

Seeing him like this, Qin Shen felt a rare flash of unbearable in Gu Jing Wubo's eyes.

In fact, he didn't really want to say anything more, he knew in his heart that the closer he was to Ning Zhe, the more dangerous it would be for him, and in the end he would even fall into a situation beyond redemption.

But Ning Zhe was in his arms, his little furry head was twitching wildly.

Qin Shen held up his face, and saw that his big pupils were filled with wet tears, and his small face was covered with blood, turning into a cat, sobbing indistinctly with tears in his eyes, "Prime Minister, I hurt, I pain."

The softness is really painful.

Qin Shen curled up his fingertips, finally couldn't hold back, gently stroked his face, kissed away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

His expression didn't change much from before, he was still as cold as frost, only his breath became softer.

But just this little bit of tenderness can already make people willing to indulge in it and lay down their lives for him.

Ning Zhe raised his head, with tears in his eyes, choked up and said: "The wound."

Qin Shen carefully uncovered the torn clothes, took one look, and said, "It's the feathered blade of the ghost and witch clan of the Tianqi Dynasty. There are tears of rouge on it, and it is extremely poisonous. Although you are an immortal god, the poison once If the wound is not healed, the wound will not heal for a day."

Ning Zhe looked at him sobbing, "I'm sorry."

Qin Shen stroked the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and wiped away his surging tears, "Your Majesty doesn't need to say sorry to his ministers, what the Emperor does is right."

He picked up Ning and folded it to the newly built warm pool in the compartment, and helped him force out the tears of rouge in the wound, and soon his body healed automatically.

Ning Zhe touched the intact skin, and thought of what Ning Yan said when he tortured himself before, he was puzzled and said: "But the Lord... Ning Yan said that there is no cure for this rouge and tears, and the last bottle of antidote is also destroyed. "

Qin Shen patted the back of his head without raising his eyelids, and said indifferently: "It's because that man's knowledge is shallow and his strength is not enough."

Ning Zhe stared at him blankly, and felt that the cold and jade-like young man in front of him didn't seem to have such a good temper.

Qin Shen helped him put on his clothes and took him to the study.

In the middle of the quaint and secluded study room is a small chess formation, the chess patterns are complicated and intricate, scattered in the eight corners of the room, all made of precious jade.

The eye of the formation is a small bowl of filigree gold and jade, which is full of dark red sticky liquid, and the golden light spreads over the entire formation.

Ning Zhe noticed the small bowl at a glance.

He is extremely sensitive to the smell of blood, even though Qin Shen used sandalwood to remove the smell, he could still smell the faint smell of rust emanating from the bowl.

It seems that the reason why Qin Shen has been weak for the past few days is because of this formation.

Qin Shen told him: "The formation will be completed tomorrow, the emperor should not leave tonight."

Ning Zhe let out an "oh" and nodded.

Qin Shen was dissatisfied, knelt down, held his hand, looked into his eyes, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, promise me."

Ning Zhe said: "I have already promised the prime minister."

Qin Shen shook his head, "Your Majesty, don't lie to me."

Ning Zhe looked down at him for a while, then suddenly smiled, "The Prime Minister saw it."

"The emperor's eyes are empty when he is lying." Qin Shen pointed to his eyes.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "But I can't agree to the prime minister, I don't want to stay here any longer."

As he spoke, he bent down and touched Qin Shen's face with his warm little hand, "The last condition for the completion of this formation is the prime minister's life, right?"

Qin Shen and him looked at each other for a moment, but did not refute.

"I came here just to make sure that brother Yunlan is doing well. Because someone told me before that without me, he would live a happy and peaceful life, become the supreme god, and be loved and respected by everyone. I am worried and want to see it." .”

Qin Shen listened to his thoughts and asked, "The result?"

"result......"

Ning Zhe thought of the scene of Yun Lan and Ning Yan embracing each other, and bent his lips: "That's exactly what happened. My existence made him full of pain and misfortune throughout his life. I don't want to do this, and I don't even want the Prime Minister to lose his life for me."

Qin Shen was silent for a moment, then wrapped his arms around his thin waist, "Your Majesty, you didn't take anything from him, all of this should belong to you."

"Number 67 also said the same thing." Ning Zhe sighed, "But he is gone now, if the prime minister says the same thing, sooner or later he will disappear like him."

From his plausible words, Qin Shen felt that he seemed to know something.

But the most important thing is—"Who is number 67?"

Ning Zhe rolled his eyes, suddenly hooked his lips, and smiled a little slyly, "It's a lonesome ghost with a bad temper, hard temper, savage, and likes to bully people."

No. 67, who was far away in the system space, sneezed hard at this time, and was ridiculed by No. 59.

He ignored No. 59, and closed his eyes to cultivate himself, but the scene that Ning Zhe was in at this moment appeared in front of his eyes.

Seeing Qin Shen holding the child's hand and hugging him very intimately, his subordinates couldn't hold back a force, and suddenly broke the armrest of the chair under the palm of his hand.

"Damn it! You fucking... This is my new massage chair! Ahhh I'll kill you!" 59 immediately frowned and greeted him with a punch.

No. 67 resisted his fist, stared at Qin Shen's handsome side face, radiated cold air all over, and said sinisterly: "Dare to touch my things, I hope you can bear the consequences!"

"What a mess! Fuck, can you get out! I said I can't take care of Ning Zhe now, what are you still doing here!"

No. 67 didn't listen to him, and got up and left directly with a murderous look.

No. 59 looked puzzled and spat, "Fuck!"

......

Qin Shen didn't understand who the "lonely ghost" in Ning Zhe's mouth was, but he didn't delve into it. He just said: "The emperor only needs to know that none of this is your fault. Everything I did was nothing but I just want to get everything back on track."

Ning Zhe hung his head and said nothing.

Qin Shen knew that it was useless to continue talking, so he took him back to the small courtyard and never mentioned this matter again.

But when he was sleeping at night, Qin Shen didn't let him sleep alone, but sat by the couch all the time, staring at him without blinking.

He hadn't tied his hair since he took a bath, and his three thousand ink hairs were hanging down. His white clothes were stained with snow, and his face was pale and bloodless under the dim light.

To be honest, at first glance in the middle of the night, it looks a little scary.

Ning Zhe could always feel his cold eyes locked on him tightly, like a light on his back.

He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, grinding his teeth and pretending to talk in sleep, but the person beside the couch remained motionless and continued to sit there as if he hadn't noticed.

Ning Zhe couldn't bear it anymore, turned over to face him suddenly, opened his eyes and said straightly: "Prime Minister, I can't sleep."

"It's Xuanhe."

Qin Shen calmly corrected his pronunciation first, and then said, "Why?"

why?Why don't you know.

Ning Zhe stared at him quietly, "I can't sleep well if someone is watching."

Qin Shen picked up a jade bowl on the small case with his fingertips, swung it out, and immediately hit a guard in the courtyard who was watching.

There was a muffled groan, the rustling of leaves, and it quickly quieted down.

Qin Shen turned his head, "Okay, Jia Yi has already left."

Ning Zhe took a mouthful of blood and choked it in his throat.

He silently swallowed, and said, "There is more."

Qin Shen lowered his head and looked back at him with calm eyes, "Your Majesty, you are gone."

"..." So you don't?

Ning Zhe was so angry that he covered his head with the quilt and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Qin Shen didn't leave for the whole night, Ning Zhe couldn't run even if he wanted to.

In the early morning, he tried it with his own cold flame, but was immediately discovered by Qin Shen, who couldn't move it by pressing the hand directly.

Ning Zhe couldn't help crying, "Let me go, I don't want to be here."

Qin Shen kissed away the tears on his cheeks, only told him to be obedient, but kept silent about other things.

Ning Zhe originally thought that this was the easiest person to fool, because Qin Shen never cared whether he was acting or not, and didn't care whether he was lying or not, and always acted according to his own ideas.

But now he discovered that this was obviously the most stubborn person.He cried and begged so much, but he didn't waver in the slightest.

Ning Zhe threw himself on him sadly, and bit his shoulder hard, "I hate you, I hate you!"

But his voice was childish and childish, not a threat at all.

Qin Shen hugged him, still pursed his lips, not speaking.

Because he didn't close his eyes all night, his face became even paler, with a gloomy blue-gray glow, and his whole body revealed a dead air.

Ning Zhe was full of breath, raised his head, looked at him with red and swollen eyes, "Sleep with me."

Qin Shen raised his eyes, looked through the window at the pale sky, "It's almost dawn."

"But I can't sleep at night, I'm sleepy and uncomfortable." Ning Zhe rubbed his eyes, pursed his mouth, and his voice was full of aggrieved crying.

Qin Shen sighed and patted his head, "I only sleep for an hour, and I still have important things to do today."

Ning Zhe nodded perfunctorily, quickly helped him take off his outer shirt, and pulled him into the warm quilt.

Qin Shen was also exhausted to the extreme, and he closed his eyes after a while.

The sense of staring that followed like a shadow like a maggot attached to a bone finally disappeared.

Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, and huddled in Qin Shen's arms, hugged his waist, and closed his eyes contentedly.

When he was half asleep and half awake, he seemed to hear someone chanting his name next to his ear. He couldn't make out what he was saying, but the cold and low tone was very familiar.