I'm a killer with no emotions

The heavy snow fluttered and fluttered, and the shrine was covered with ice everywhere, and the snow scene was exquisite and clear.

The man in white stood on the small wooden bridge in the lotus pond, looking up at the gray sky, his pair of black pupils could not see the end.

Ning Yan watched him behind him for a while, then went to get an oil-paper umbrella, walked behind him, and propped it by his side.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

The man in white smiled, his face was a bit blurred, but his voice was extremely clear and pleasant, like a flowing spring in a snow mountain, cleansing people's hearts.

He said, "Look at the snow."

Ning Yan didn't understand what was so interesting about it, but since the man in white said so, he watched it with him.

but--

"The shrine has always been like spring all year round, but it is rare to see this snow scene."

The man in white turned his eyes to look at him, smiled lightly and said nothing.

Ning Yan was taken aback by his gentle eyes, his ears were red, his eyes were wandering, and he was a little out of his mind.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered something, and his expression changed, "Huo Chen did it?!"

"There is a breath of divine power in this snow, it must be him."

Ning Yan gritted his teeth, his eyes were so cold that he wanted to eat people.

He still has the figure of a young man, with a little baby fat on his pretty face that hasn't completely faded, and when he gets angry, he will appear pink and pink, his eyes are black and exquisite, he can't hide his thoughts, he is very childish.

The man in white looked down at him, with a deeper smile on his lips, and his expression was as soft as water.

He raised his hand and touched Ning Yan's hair, "Ayan, if you are more careful, you won't be bullied by him all day long."

Ning Yan raised his head, he is only as tall as the chest of the man in white now, it is very difficult to look at him.

He felt aggrieved, his eyes were already flushed, "Master, why don't you speak for him, if you like, I will also..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head.

The tall man squeezed him away, put a large and warm snow cloak on the man in white, gently put a small and exquisite Tang Pozi in his pale and cold palm, and said in a soft voice: "Master, God It’s freezing cold, so watch the snow and watch your body.”

Ning Yan was so squeezed that his feet were unsteady, and he fell into the snow.

The man bent down, snatched his umbrella, gave him a cold look from a place where the man in white couldn't see, and said silently, "Get lost!"

Ning Yan gritted her teeth and glared at him, seeing that he took her place and stood next to the man in white in an open and honest manner, when she was still very suitable and intimate, she suddenly felt aggrieved and sad, and only hated herself for not being stronger.

This sadness stayed in his heart until he woke up from the dream and opened his eyes, like a pimple in his throat, which couldn't go away no matter what, making him look extremely irritable.

So when Huo Chen came to visit him with Ning Zhe in his arms, his eyes turned cold, and he immediately started fighting with him, catching Huo Chen off guard.

Huo Chen is not a good-tempered person either. At first, he was worried that he was seriously injured and did not take the initiative to attack him. Later, when he saw that he was recruiting deadly hands, relying on his mercy to make progress, his expression quickly cooled down, "My lord, one You are so angry after waking up, maybe you are complaining about not protecting you at the end of the day?"

Ning Yan's eyes were like knives, and he was extremely sharp, "The general knows what good things he did to this king before, the general knows it in his heart!"

This statement is really misleading.

Huo Chen was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked down at the kitten in his arms, and blurted out: "Believe me, I didn't do anything to him."

Ning Zhe was speechless for a moment.

Ning Yan also saw the small thing he was dragging in his hand, and when the attack stopped, he said coldly, "Give it back to me."

Huo Chen raised his eyebrows, "What did the prince say?"

"Of course it's my king's cat." Ning Yan looked cold, "Thank you general for looking after him these days, but since this king is awake, there is no need for the general to worry."

Huo Chen pursed his lips, "Don't worry, but it's hard to say whether this cat belongs to the prince."

"What do you mean?"

Huo Chen lowered his head, patted Ning Zhe's head, and said to him warmly, "Do you want to go back?"

Before Ning Zhe could reply, he said regretfully, "When we go back, we won't be able to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, cloud cake, wishful cake, horseshoe cake, small peach cake, rose cake, pineapple cake, sugar steamed cake, and date paste cake."

Ning Zhe: "..."

Is this person poisonous?

He asked Xue and Ling puzzledly: "What's the matter with these two people?" Why do they go to war every time they meet?

Xue and Aya do understand a little bit.

When he was in the Jingu before, Ning Yan was the youngest servant and the last of the seven servants.

Moreover, his status is low, he was originally a mortal brought up by his master from the lower realms, he lacks aura, innately dull, and his strength is even inferior to the servants in the shrine, so everyone never takes him seriously.

But because of his miserable experience, he naturally acted like a baby and pretended to be pitiful, which caused the master to often soften his heart towards him, and made an exception to bring him by his side to teach.

This made the rest of the servants treat him even colder.

Huo Chen, in particular, blatantly despised him, and the relationship between the two had never been very good.

Ning Zhe glanced at the two people who were at war with each other, shook his head and sighed, "Shangshen is really difficult."

Xue and Ling also sighed in their hearts, thinking right, isn't that the master yourself.

By the time the two could barely sit down and talk, the sky was already getting dark.

After all, national affairs are important, Huo Chen took the lead to take a step back and eased the atmosphere.

Now that the security of Fengtai City has been removed, there are still many Tianqi troops watching at the border hundreds of miles away, and now that Yunlan and the high priest are nowhere to be seen, both of them are a little anxious.

"Did you find out the whereabouts of the Lord... Lin Yunlan?" Ning Yan looked unhappy, and looked at Huo Chen as if he was looking at trash.

He originally wanted to say master, but somehow he thought of the gentle and elegant man in white in his dream, so he couldn't say it, so he changed his name halfway.

Huo Chen sneered, "The prince watched him disappear with his own eyes, isn't he more clear than the general?"

The implication is that if you can't protect even one person, wouldn't you be even more useless.

Ning Yan ignored his irony, thought about the situation that day, frowned and said: "This king recognizes that breath."

As he spoke, he glanced at Huo Chen, "You should recognize him too."

"Qingluan."

Huo Chen raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and slowly spit out the name, "His Royal Highness Prince Tianqi is one of the former Seven Gods Attendants, isn't he?"

This morning Huo Chen received an urgent report from Dayue King City, saying that the temperature had risen, and the corpse of Prince Tianqi who was executed that day revealed his true face after decomposing.

Coupled with the false news circulating in the market that "the king of Dingbei secretly poisoned and wanted to slaughter the people of Dayue", Huo Chen almost immediately thought that Qingluan was probably responsible for this series of events.

First, he slandered Ning Yan and reduced his elite soldiers; then he secretly captured the high priest and Yun Lan, causing the army's morale to be chaotic; finally, he gave him a heavy blow to Huo Chen, causing the army to be defeated.

These three strategies alone can almost weaken more than half of the troops.At that time, this person will send a large army to attack Dayue, and with almost no effort, he will be able to completely take the once glorious ancient country of Dayue into his pocket.

"It is rumored that he was originally a demon, and he is a brother with the young lord." Huo Chen expressed his thoughts unhurriedly, "So the general guessed that the two of them should join hands. Now Lin Yunlan and the high priest may be together. In their hands."

What he can think of, Ning Yan can also think of.

One Tianqi is enough trouble, but now there is another Young Master of Demon Realm.

Ning Yan snorted coldly, "I don't believe they haven't recovered their memories."

Thinking of Lin Yunlan's identity, Huo Chen thought about it a little, and said cautiously: "Do you really believe... those memories?"

Ning Yan's eyes darkened slightly, and his tone was severe, "What do you mean? Do you think the master will deceive us?"

"Master won't..." Huo Chen sighed.

The master doesn't know, but what if the master himself doesn't know about it?

He didn't speak anymore, looked at the little milk cat who was sitting quietly listening to them, and beckoned, "Come."

Ning Zhe glanced at him, stood up reluctantly, and walked towards him.

Huo Chen touched his head, took out a piece of pear cake from his arms and fed it to him.

Ning Yan's attention was attracted, and his tone was not very happy: "This is my king's cat."

He reached out to hug Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe scratched his face hard, jumped back into Huo Chen's arms, and pointed his butt at him.

Huo Chen pursed his lips and laughed, his eyes teasing, "Yo, my lord, your cat?"

Ning Yan's face was livid, and finally he gave a cold snort, shook his sleeves and left.

After he left, Huo Chen nodded at the tip of Ning's nose, and said in a gentle voice, "What are you mad at him for?"

Ning Zhe let out a piss, thinking that you are obviously angry and are blaming me again.

Ning Yan didn't come out when he was eating in the evening, so the thirteen guards in Dingbei went to deliver his meal, but he was thrown out with the tray, and it is said that he almost lost his life.

Until the second day, Ning Yan never stepped out of the door, and even the doctor wanted to change the dressing for his wound, but he couldn't go in.

King Dingbei was angry, and the consequences were really serious.

After Huo Chen heard about it, he brought Ning Zhe over, hung two cakes and an ointment around his neck, and said with a low laugh, "Go and give it to him, he will definitely take what you give."

Ning Zhe stood still, staring at him with round eyes, as if asking why.

Huo Chen's voice was low and gentle, with a smile on his face, "He's about to wake up from a serious injury, his body is weak, and he won't be able to go hungry. Are you willing?"

...What is he reluctant to do.

Ning Zhe snorted, but obediently went to send it off.

The door of Ning Yan's room was closed tightly, and the room was pitch black with no lights on.

He slipped in through the window, and saw a figure sitting alone on the couch, with a pale complexion, clutching his heart in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"...Master." Ning Zhe was silent for a while, then called out to him dully.

Ning Yan was startled, and slowly raised his head.

At this time, the snow-white moon happened to pass through the window and shine on the little milk cat on the windowsill, reflecting an illusory human figure in a trance.

Ning Yan's eyelashes trembled violently, and he cried out, "A'Ning!?"