I'm a killer with no emotions

"..."

Ning tilted his head, blinked his big black eyes, and called out softly at him, "Meow?"

Ning Yan folded his hands in front of his chest, his expression unchanged, "Don't pretend to be cute with me, it's useless."

"..."

Ning Zhe beat him up in his heart, hesitating how to fool him.

He can't remember when he revealed himself.

In the end, the other party said calmly: "You monster disguised as Aning and lurk beside me, what's your plan!?"

...Bah, you are the monster!

It turned out that I didn't recognize it at all.

Ning Zhe scratched his face with his paw, leaving him a bloody paw mark, and his chubby buttocks twisted and jumped out.

Ning Yan slowly stretched out his hand, touched the blood on his face, his eyes darkened slightly.

Ding Beiwei said: "My lord, this cat dares to attack you, do you want to go down and catch him?"

Ning Yan raised his eyes, and gave him an indifferent glance, "You dare to touch a hair on him."

Ding Beiwei quickly pleaded guilty, and heard his prince say: "Return to the capital with a letter of divorce, report to His Majesty, and say that the king wants to marry a wife, and let him give her a marriage. After this time, the king will return to the fiefdom." Live in seclusion, when the time comes, whether he wants military power or wealth, this king will give it to him."

Dingbeiwei was overjoyed, the Prince Xindao finally had a girl he liked.

But along the way, it seems that the prince didn't pay attention to which woman?

He was puzzled, so he asked: "Then master, who dare to ask who is the princess?"

Ning Yan seemed to like the title "Princess" very much, pursed his lips, and said with a pleasant smile: "His name is Ning Ning now."

Dingbeiwei: "..."

If I remember correctly, the cat that ran out just now is called Ning Ning?

Got it wrong, it must be someone with the same name and surname.

How could their master marry a cat as his concubine?impossible.

Dingbeiwei laughed dryly, saluted and retreated.

He finds the cat.

The cat hadn't run far, and was squatting beside a small stone by the river, silently looking at its own reflection in the water.

Dingbeiwei felt that his appearance was inexplicably similar to the Dingbei King when he was thinking deeply.

... He really lost his mind and went crazy, thinking that a cat looks like their master.

Dingbeiwei collected his mind and walked to his side.

Ning Zhe was basking in the sun warmly.

Seeing him coming over to block his own light, he stepped back to the side.

Unexpectedly, this Ding Beiwei also moved over.

"...?"

Ning Zhe frowned and looked at him, then took another step away.

Seeing this, Dingbeiwei took another step towards him.

Ning Zhe: "..."

"Meow." (What's the matter, adults just say it.)

I don't know if Ding Beiwei understood, but he put his fist against his mouth, cleared his throat with a low cough, and said, "You don't have to be afraid of me, I have no ill intentions towards you."

Ning Zhe: "..."

"Meow." (I see, if you have something to say, please tell me.)

Ding Beiwei thought about it and said: "Our lord, although it's a bit cold on weekdays, he is actually very tolerant towards his own people, and he also cherishes the people he likes."

Ning Zhe: "..."

"Meow meow?" (? What the hell are you trying to say??)

Dingbeiwei took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "From now on, the prince... will teach you to take care of him! This subordinate is a rough man and can't speak."

As he spoke, he drew out the long sword at his waist, stabbed handsomely at the pool, and hit three lively little fish with a fork.

"That's why I can only give you this gift, I hope you don't dislike it!"

After he finished speaking, he threw the fish in front of Ning Zhe, looked at him and smiled gently, "Princess, eat."

Ning Zhe: "..."

I can go to your X.

Ning Zhe flicked his tail, swept the fish onto him, turned and left without hesitation.

There are too many idiots here in Ningyan, and I can't stay any longer.

Huo Chen has been training the army again and has not yet returned.

He had nowhere to go, so he found a firewood room to nest up, closed his eyes and began to look for the traces of the high priest and Yunlan.

This time, the consciousness entered the cage smoothly.

In the snow-white closed space, the lights are pale.

The high priest was locked on the wall, his eyes were closed, his legs drooped weakly, and his breath was faint and inaudible.

Ning Zhe reached out and touched the tip of his nose.

Not dead yet.

The high priest's long eyelashes moved, opened slightly, and his dry lips opened silently: "Ning... fold?"

Ning Zhe saw that his beautiful gray glazed pupils had lost their color, the light was shattered, and they were dim.

I don't know who it is that can torture him to such an extent.

He thought to himself, and asked, "Where are you? I'll save you."

The high priest shook his head. Because of the pain and numbness, his movements were very small and he could hardly see.

"have no idea......"

Ning Zhe frowned, "Couldn't it be Qingluan who moved?"

"Do not......"

The high priest couldn't bear it anymore, he closed his eyes, opened and closed his lips, unable to hear what he said.

Ning Zhe put his ear close to his lips, and heard him almost begging: "Master... next door... save, save him..."

At this moment, someone found Ning Zhe's trace, the lights in the cell kept flickering, and the piercing sirens screamed.

Ning Zhe felt a sharp pain in his consciousness, as if he was attacked by something.

Seeing his painful expression, the high priest moved his fingertips slightly to release the divine power that had been imprisoned on Ning Zhe before, and pushed him out hard with all his strength.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes wide and was forced out of the cage, "Master!"

When he woke up again, it was already dark outside.

He slept in the woodshed, and there were bright lights coming and going outside the door. Many soldiers were in a hurry, as if they were looking for something.

"Hurry up! Have you looked over there?"

"I looked for it, but I didn't find it!"

"Trash, look for it again! If you can't find it, the prince will kill you!"

"Also look here again, the general also ordered that we must find it! Otherwise, everyone will be dealt with by military law!"

Someone sneered, with a familiar voice, "Dingbei Thirteen Guards...the shit Thirteen Guards, who can't even fix a small thing, how dare you call it 'Dingbei'?"

"Yan Pei, be careful what you say, you Huo Jiajun are not the only ones here!"

"You're right. In addition to the Huo family army, you also raised a bunch of waste."

"you!"

When the two were arguing, Ning Zhe rubbed his eyes and pushed open the door of the firewood room, covered his mouth and yawned, and asked vaguely, "Apei, when is dinner?"

Yan Pei was just being irritable, and he said angrily without even looking at it: "What kind of meal are you serving!? If you don't find that kitten today, everyone will go to the underworld to find Lord Yan for dinner!"

On the other hand, Lin Li beside him paused for a moment, turned his eyes around, and squinted his eyes to take a careful look at Ning Zhe.

His right eye is not fully healed yet, but he can vaguely see the figure of the young man at the door of the woodshed.

He frowned, hesitated, "Are you..."

Yan Peixun came over by reputation.

At this look, his eyes widened, "You are the general's little wife!?"

Ning Zhe: "...?"

Dingbeiwei also saw him.

The young man was dressed in a clear white shirt, his delicate collarbone was half exposed, his black hair was like a waterfall, his white and tender porcelain skin almost glowed in the night, his eyebrows and eyes were cute and soft, and he was indistinguishable from male and female.

For some reason, Dingbeiwei suddenly remembered the "Ning Ning" that the prince said.

Could it be that... this is the "Ning Ning"? !

His eyes lit up, and he immediately said: "What nonsense! This is obviously our princess!"

"...??"

Ning Zhe had black question marks all over his face.

He looked down at himself in a daze.

Not a furry body.

No stubby paws.

He has changed back!

Xue and Ling sighed, "Master, I reminded you just now."

Ning Zhe covered his face with a headache, and said in a muffled voice, "...Sorry."

He was attacked to the point of fascination in that cage, his head was dizzy, and he was a little unconscious.

Presumably the high priest should have lifted the illusion at that time.

He looked at the covetous crowd in front of him, couldn't help but took a step back, turned around and wanted to run.

Suddenly, two deep voices sounded from behind him: "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"Ah Ning, it really is you."

Ning Zhe paused and looked back silently.

Two slender and tall men stood side by side under the bright moon, with the same gloomy look on their handsome faces.

Ning Zhe: "..."

What follows is easy to understand.

Ning Zhe was forced into the room by two of them with one arm pinched, and closed the door with a "bang".

Hearing the rustling noises from time to time in the dark room, and the young man's ambiguous panting, Yan Pei couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that the prince would love the princess so much that he would share her with others. Could it be that I was too rigid in waiting?" Ding Beiwei came over and patted him on the shoulder with a sad expression.

Yan Pei's eyebrows were raised high, "What I'm saying is, I didn't expect the general to be so good. What does it have to do with you? Get out, don't try to get close."

"You!" Dingbeiwei was furious, and immediately wanted to make a move.

Lin Li quietly stood behind him, grabbed his wrist, slowly pulled him away from Yan Pei, and stood in front of Yan Pei himself.

Ding Beiwei narrowed his eyes suddenly, and put away the silly laughing expression just now, "Who are you?"

Lin Li stared at him blankly, and said slowly: "A Pei doesn't like to fight, if he wants to fight, I'll accompany you."

Dingbeiwei looked at him for a moment, then at Yan Pei who was bored behind him, and suddenly smiled.

"No, I don't fight with people I don't like."

Lin Li frowned.

Dingbeiwei has already jumped away.

He tiptoed and landed on the eaves.

Several men in black are keeping vigil.

"Xiao Shisan, if you make trouble again, be careful that the master will send you back to the Zongheng Pavilion."

Ding Beiwei, who was called Thirteen, hooked his lips and smiled, "That's not right, I can still go back to Beijing."

Seeing several people staring into the room, he couldn't help walking over and asking, "What are you looking at? They're all nestled together so energetically."

The man in black gave him a "shh" and pointed down.

I saw the boy was in disheveled clothes, tied to a chair, weeping and moaning in pain: "I don't want it... I really don't want it, please, let me go..."