I'm a killer with no emotions

This sword is not fast in Ning Zhe's eyes.

Ning Zhe subconsciously turned his head to avoid it.

Expressway No. 67 [Don't move! 】

Ning Zhe's evasive movements paused, and he stopped abruptly.

The sharp and ruthless sword light whizzed towards Ning Zhe's face, cutting a deep gash with deep bone visible, dripping with blood.

Ning Zhe blinked, a layer of mist formed at the bottom of his eyes.

Huo Chen put away his sword and walked up to him, "Why doesn't the emperor hide?"

Ning Zhe lowered his head, his voice was soft, "I can't hide..."

Huo Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a deep thought flashed across his eyes.

Before he could speak, the young man beside him choked: "Nonsense! You can't hide at all! On the day you escaped from the Dingbei Palace, I clearly saw you using lightness kung fu! You obviously have martial arts, why do you want to do that?" What is your intention to deceive Big Brother Huo!?"

Ning Zhe frowned imperceptibly.

No. 67 said [The poisonous steamed buns you ate were done by him]

Ning Zhe raised his eyes slowly, his dark eyes stared straight at the boy.

The young man met his gaze, was slightly taken aback, and took a step back unconsciously.

Ning Zhe stared at him carefully for a long while before turning to No. 67 [I don't know him]

[But he knows you.His father was one of Huo Chen's generals. When you ordered to kill the army, he died protecting Huo Chen] The voice of No. 67 explained indifferently [this account is on your head]

"The tyrant has no way, Brother Huo, if you don't kill him, let me do justice for the sky!" The young man raised his sword and stabbed towards Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe looked at the sharp long sword in front of him, but didn't move.

With a sound of "Puff", only a small part of the tip of the sword sank into his heart.

The boy's sword was clamped by two slender and strong fingers, and he couldn't go any further.

Ning turned his eyes, looked at the owner of the hand, and called softly: "General."

A small stream of blood flowed from his heart, staining the white and clean clothes red, but he remained quietly, not even crying out in pain.

Huo Chen looked at him for a moment, stretched out his hand and drew his sword, picked him up, and held him in his arms.

Ning Zhe was petite, and being held by him, he was as docile and obedient as a child.

The young man became anxious immediately, "Brother Huo! Why did you stop me! He really has martial arts, and he must have no good intentions by your side!"

Huo Chen looked calm, and said lightly: "It's getting late, today's sword practice is over, you go back."

After finishing speaking, he hugged Ning Zhe and left.

The young man stared closely at Ning Zhe who was lying on his shoulder, his eyes were full of hatred.

Ning Zhe put his arms around Huo Chen's neck, looked back, then turned his head, stared at Huo Chen and said, "General, I have no worries."

Huo Chen didn't respond, but touched the wound on his heart and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Ning Zhe wanted to say that it didn't hurt at first, but it hurts to be pressed by you, the general.

But in the end, he just pursed his lips and shook his head.

"That's right, the emperor is a monster that doesn't hurt." Huo Chen sneered, his face darkened suddenly.

Ning Zhe trembled for a moment, hugged him and dared not make a sound.

Huo Chen took Ning Zhe to the front hall and fed him some delicate pastries.

Ning Zhe had a small appetite, couldn't eat after swallowing a few pieces, and didn't dare to tell Huo Chen, and finally choked until his eyes turned red and tears fell out.

Huo Chen wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his rough fingertips, and said with a frown, "I haven't tortured you today, why are you crying?"

Hearing this, she actually planned to torture him.

Ning Zhe cried harder.

Huo Chen got a headache from his noise.

He has seen many men who bleed and sweat in his life, but he has never seen someone who loves to cry like the little emperor.

Huo Chen sat the little emperor on his lap, and it was rare to coax him: "Don't cry, what do you want?"

Ning Zhe stopped crying, sobbed for a while, looked at the teapot on the table with teary eyes, and then looked at Huo Chen.

The round nose tip is red and clear, which is very attractive.

Huo Chen mistakenly thought that he was looking at the pastry, so he took a piece of pastry and stuffed it in his palm, "Are you ready?"

Ning Zhe couldn't help hiccupping, and wanted to cry again.

"Is the emperor satisfied now?" Huo Chen stroked the top of his hair.

Ning Zhe sniffed and could only nod aggrievedly.

Huo Chen raised his lips, "Since that's the case, I should get paid."