I'm a killer with no emotions

At the moment when the imprint of the soul between the eyebrows is branded, the little emperor will never grow up again for the rest of his life, his life will be static at this moment, until his soul is scattered after death, and he will never rest in peace.

And the soul seal will continue to absorb the life of the owner, the brighter the color, the weaker the owner will be.

Huo Chen used Ning Zhe's half life and his lifetime of pain to finally let a hundred thousand souls rest in peace.

At the end of the sacrifice, Ning Zhe's blood was almost drained, and he was pale and weak, as if he would shatter even if he touched it.

Huo Chen gently untied the iron chain and carried him off the pillar.

Ning Zhe held up his eyelids with difficulty, moved his dry and cracked lips, and called him silently: "General..."

Huo Chen was expressionless, carried the little emperor into the carriage, and fed him some water.

Ning Zhe licked his lips, dry and tasteless.

He kind of missed the sweet water that Huo Chen fed him the night before yesterday.

Huo Chen took Ning Zhe back and threw him on the couch.

Ning Zhe coughed up blood, his thighs twitched, and his ankles were still bleeding.

The little emperor's legs have already been crippled by him.

The little emperor's life would be worse than death.

He finally avenged the [-] soldiers who died in vain.

Huo Chen should have been happy, but he was still overwhelmed by something in his heart.

He glanced at the dying little emperor, stretched out his hand to remove the blood-stained coat, and roughly applied medicine to stop the bleeding.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, lay on Huo Chen's lap, and said in a weak voice, "General... Is my debt... paid off?"

Huo Chen pursed his lips and sneered: "Your Majesty, the crimes you committed will never be redeemed."

Ning Zhe didn't respond.

People have passed out.

Huo Chen made a "thump" in his heart, and went to check for his breath.

The breath is weak, not dead yet.

Huo Chen clenched his fingers tightly.That's right, even if a monster like Ning Zhe was drained of his blood, he could still survive.

Huo Chen raised his fingertips, touched the small red mole between the little emperor's eyebrows with his fingertips, and said to himself, "Your majesty, you can't die."

You have to live well and atone for the mistakes you made.

……

Ning Zhe slept comfortably, and when he woke up, he found that he was still in Huo Chen's room.

Wearing brand-new snow-white underwear, his body was clean, without the smell of blood and decay.

Except for the bandage on the ankle and the missing toe on the right foot, all other injuries have healed.

【How many taels of silver is it】He asked No. 67.

【27】

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, a little disappointed in his dark eyes.

[Dingbei Prince's Mansion still has a task, if you do it, you will get five taels of silver]

Only then did Ning Zhe think of the witch medicine master who often cut his wrists. This person is much more valuable than Huo Chen.

A small fire ignited at the bottom of Ning Zhe's quiet eyes, with a very pale blood color.

At this moment, several maids pushed open the door and entered one by one.

Ning Zhe blinked his eyes, and the bloody fire gradually extinguished.

The maid washed and dressed him, and took him to see Huo Chen.

Huo Chen is practicing sword with others in the courtyard.

The other party was a young man with delicate features, his features were green and immature, and he was full of vigor.

It is said to be practicing swords, but in fact it is just Huo Chen teaching the young man.

His sword is flat and slow, and the angle is unremarkable, which has suppressed [-]% of his skill.

Even so, the boy still couldn't stand it, and was sweating profusely.

Ning Zhe watched quietly under the tree for a while, expressionless.

No. 67 asked him 【Can you handle it】

Ning Zhe nodded [can]

No. 67 thinks about it, no matter how useless he is, he is also a killer.

It wasn't until a long time later that No. 67 realized that the understatement in Ning Zhe's mouth was referring to being able to catch Huo Chen's all-out sword, not this kind of limp move.

Huo Chen seemed to have seen Ning Zhe, and his sword moves suddenly swept away calmly and warmly, and became cruel and bloodthirsty.

A turbulent and sharp sword light swung from under his sword, passing through the young man's side, and quickly attacked Ning Zhe.