I'm a killer with no emotions

"Well!"

Ning Zhe staggered, rolled around on the table, and almost bumped into the bronze wine bottle in front of him.

He didn't care about the pain, and immediately raised his head to look at everyone.

But there didn't seem to be any surprised expressions on their faces.

"It's just a cat." The little emperor heaved a sigh of relief, and waved his hand indifferently, "My lord, you are overthinking."

In their eyes, Ning Zhe is now a little milk cat that has not yet grown up, with snow-white and soft hair, a pair of big and black cat eyes, like a starry night glass, very beautiful.

Ning Yan stared at this little milk cat of unknown breed, "I didn't expect the high priest to have a hobby of keeping pets."

The high priest stretched out his knuckle fingers, stroked the top of Fu Ning's folded hair, and said calmly, "This has nothing to do with King Dingbei."

Ning Yan narrowed his eyes, but the suspicion in his eyes still persisted.

But Huo Chen hesitated and said, "I don't know...can the high priest let the general look at this little white cat?"

The high priest glanced at Ning Zhe, as if thinking about it.

Ning Zhe didn't want to get involved with them any more, and shook his head desperately at him.

Unexpectedly, the high priest ignored him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "General Huo, please feel free."

"Offended." Huo Chen said as he walked over to grab Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe wanted to run, but Huo Chen grabbed the corner of his clothes and couldn't move. Soon he fell into Huo Chen's palm, being touched left and right and pinched by him, which was very uncomfortable.

In the eyes of everyone, it was a restless little kitten struggling in pain, being strangled by the nape of fate.

"strangeness......"

Huo Chen fumbled while fumbling, lifted Ning Zhe up to his nose and sniffed.

Ning Zhe had just been torn by him, and his clothes had been loosened long ago, exposing a large piece of white skin on his chest. Huo Chen lifted him up and smelled it, and the tip of his high nose directly touched his exposed nipples, giving him a bone-chilling chill.

...the rascal!

Ning Zhe blushed, bit his hand hard, jumped on his shoulder when he let go of the pain, and kicked his handsome side hard.

From Huo Chen's point of view, it was the little kitten who felt uncomfortable being touched, so he raised his paw to scratch him.

A bloodstain was scratched on his face, but he was not annoyed. Instead, he smiled and said to the high priest, "This cat is quite intelligent. It looks cute, but its temper is wild, and its claws are quite sharp."

The high priest was silent.

Only he could see that Ning Zhe, who was pinched by him, was blushing and angrily said: "Presumptuous! You are the cat! You are the claw!"

He quietly watched Ning Zhe's angry look for a while, and then said indifferently: "Is the general interested?"

Huo Chen smiled lowly, and returned the cat that was scratching him hard, "What's its name?"

"no name."

Huo Chen smiled lowly, "Then how about giving him a bold name?"

The High Priest looked up at him.

Huo Chen seemed to be unintentional, and said casually: "The high priest doesn't think this kitten has a temperament like a person, why don't we call it 'Xiao Zhe'... How about it?"

Ning Zhe wanted to pounce on him again.

The high priest touched his head with a strong sense of warning, Ning tortured his molars before he settled down.

"A cat is just a cat and doesn't need a name." The high priest refused.

"Is it unnecessary, or is it already there?" Huo Chen immediately asked, with a somewhat aggressive expression.

The emperor frowned, "Little general, don't contradict the high priest."

A dark light flashed quickly in Huo Chen's eyes, he pursed his lips and said yes, took another look at Ning Zhe, and then retreated back to the table.

Ning Yan put down the wine bottle and looked sideways at him, "What did the general find?"

"What can an incompetent person find out about something that even the prince hasn't discovered?" Huo Chen spoke vaguely, making it clear that he didn't want to go the same way as him.

Ning Yan didn't bother himself anymore, drank a glass of wine, and asked the emperor to resign.

The little emperor wished that he would leave quickly, so he waved his hand and agreed.

Seeing him leave, Yunlan hesitated for a moment, and followed him regardless of the little emperor, but the emperor was very angry, but she couldn't say anything, she could only be bored by herself.

Ning Zhi, who was leaning on the side of the two beauties, saw him, picked up his wine glass, and laughed directly: "Brother Huang, sitting on the throne is really useless."

With a cold face, the little emperor quickly reached out and hit his wine glass, the spicy wine spilled on the two beauties,

Miki screamed.

The little emperor squinted, and said in a deep and majestic voice, "Aren't you going to get out?"

The two beauties repeatedly begged for mercy and climbed down in fear.

Ning Zhi immediately frowned, "What are you doing? That's my king's man, and it's not your turn to discipline him!"

"Imperial Brother, you are wrong. Is there any king in the world, not to mention these two women, even you, Imperial Brother, belong to me!"

Ning Zhi didn't know what he was thinking of, his face changed drastically, and he was a little embarrassed.

Seeing his expression, the little emperor couldn't help sneering, grabbed his wrist and squeezed it tightly, threatening in a low voice: "Now there are ministers here, the emperor doesn't want to lose face in public, you'd better listen to me obediently, otherwise ...you should know what to expect."

Ning Zhi blushed and pushed him away suddenly, his chest heaved violently a few times, his eyes were full of resentment, but thinking of the people in the hall and the tricks of this despicable man in front of him, he held back and started to drink in a muffled voice.

Ning Zhe sat at the bottom and looked at the two curiously. He knew that the emperor had always pampered his younger brother Ning Zhi, but if he wanted to say doting, he was more guilty.

Did the emperor do anything to offend Ning Zhi?

He still wanted to inquire, but the high priest had already picked up his collar and left the hall.

"Master, you..."

"Don't talk." The high priest gently put a finger on his mouth, and led the man to the back of the rockery in the imperial garden.

Someone was talking in a gazebo by the river bank.

It was Ning Yan and Yun Lan who left one after another just now.

The distance was too far, and Ning Zhe couldn't hear what they were saying clearly, and could only see Yun Lan seemed to be crying, looking a little painful.

And Ning Yan knelt beside him, lowered his head, remained silent, as if pleading guilty.

Ning Zhe had never seen Ning Yan kneeling before.

This man was born noble and unparalleled, with a cold heart and great power in his hands. Ning Zhe has never seen anything that can force him to kneel.

Maybe Yunlan is really the one he really likes.

Ning Zhe felt nothing in his heart.

However, the high priest looked down at him, and there seemed to be a little... worry in his eyes?

......how is this possible?

Ning Zhe rubbed his eyes immediately, and then looked up, there was nothing at the bottom of those pale gray eyes, and the hollow mist filled them, looking mysterious and cold.

Sure enough, I was wrong.

Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he found that the high priest hadn't looked away.

He was a little confused, not knowing what this man meant.

He also stared blankly at the high priest, "I, I'm very good."

"..." The high priest looked at him for a moment, then silently averted his gaze, and walked away soon after.

What are you doing...

Ning Zhe rubbed his head, his expression still dazed.

They returned to the temple.

Not long after, Yun Lan also came back, the corners of her eyes were red, the tears were still wet on her handsome face, and there was a weak breath that I still felt sorry for.

The emperor stepped forward to ask worriedly, but Yunlan shook his head and said it was all right.

When passing by the High Priest, for some reason, he suddenly paused, and looked down at Ning Zhe who was resting on his palm.

Of course, in his eyes at this moment, this is a little white cat obediently lying beside its owner. Apart from being a little more beautiful and noble than ordinary court cats, there is nothing unusual about it.

But when he met the white cat's eyes, a throbbing suddenly flashed in his heart, and he blurted out "A Ning" without thinking.

The high priest looked up at him.

Ning Zhe thought he recognized him, but he was stunned when Yunlan called out, as if he didn't understand why he did this.

He glanced at the high priest, "Sorry, I..."

The high priest shook his head and sent Ning Zhe over, "Master, either."

Yun Lan froze for a moment, glanced at the soft little dumpling, and was a little afraid to take it.

The high priest patted Ning Zhe on the head.

Ning Zhe frowned, and reluctantly called out, "Brother Yunlan."

Of course, in Yunlan's ears, there was a soft and lovely "meow".

His eyebrows and eyes softened, he stretched out his hand lightly, and hugged Ning Zhe.

"If the master likes it, he can keep it by his side for a few days." The high priest lowered his voice, he was always tolerant towards Yunlan.

Yunlan looked very happy, her beautiful eyes were full of anticipation, "Is it okay?"

"Master can do whatever he wants." He glanced at Ning Zhe indifferently, "If it doesn't obey, you can kill it."

"..."

I really want to give him another knife in the heart.

Ning Zhe was so hopeless that he was given to Yunlan by the high priest as a gadget to please him.

"Little thing, are you hungry, can I feed you some food?" Yun Lan held him in her arms fondly, wanting to slap him from time to time.

However, the high priest just cast an illusion on him, not turning him into a cat. Yun Lan thought he was bedding cat fur, but in fact he was stroking Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe was touched all over hot, his face was flushed, and he was limp and limp on his hands, so he didn't even think about eating.

Yun Lan thought that he was sleepy, so she relaxed her strength, but worked harder to smooth his hair, and kept stroking Ning Zhe's stomach with both hands.

Ning Zhe let out a "huh" and looked at the high priest with tears in his eyes.

The high priest ignored him and didn't even look at him.

It is estimated that this indifferent man is still thinking about making the best use of everything in his heart, and after a few days Yunlan has had enough fun, he will be killed, and the blood will be extracted and given to Yunlan.

Ning Zhe tried to escape but couldn't.

Not to mention that he has now been casted by the high priest and his body has shrunk, even his divine power has been sealed, and poison is buried in his body. He must take the antidote given by the high priest every day, otherwise he will lose his mind and become a monster. Crazy, bleeding to death all over his body.

It is true that Shenmai is not easy to die, but it is not impossible to die. The high priest has many ways to make him suffer.

Ning Zhe didn't want to become a fool, so he could only obediently listen to the high priest and stay by Yunlan's side to make him happy.

When the banquet was about to end, the envoys of the Tianqi Dynasty entered the palace and delivered a letter, to the effect that they congratulated the Shangshen on his return to the throne.

The emperor asked about the whereabouts of Prince Tianqi, and the envoy said that he was on his way and would arrive soon.

The emperor's eyebrows and eyes were a little displeased, but he didn't say anything, and still entertained him in a good manner.

This made Ning Zhe feel that he must be planning something in his heart.

Sure enough, within a few days, as soon as Prince Tianqi entered the capital, the little emperor sent someone to arrest him and take him into the prison. At the same time, regardless of the objections of the ministers, he directly declared war on the Tianqi Dynasty.

Yun Lan was also dragged to the court by him as a shield, and he even held a grand practice banquet in the suburbs of the city, asking Yun Lan to wish him a helping hand.

Yun Lan is now the reincarnation of God, his words are more effective in Da Yue than the imperial decree. After some lobbying by him, all the soldiers are eager to try, and they are full of ambition to win a battle and level the whole Tianqi.

After resting for about half a month, the conquest army led by Huo Chen marched to the border Yanguan.

It seemed that everyone believed that this battle was blessed by God, and that the victory was certain.

Even the high priest did not object to this.

Only Ning Zhe, who has been the puppet emperor for three years and knows the current national strength of Dai Viet, knows that this matter can never be so simple.