I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Yan stroked the corner of his lips with her fingertips, "Really?"

Ning Zhe nodded in pain.

He was dying.

"Are you still running?"

"Don't run away."

"Are you still lying to the king?"

Ning Zhe wanted to cry, "Don't lie."

He sniffed, and Douda's tears flowed down his cheeks, "I do, I really do, don't give me candied haws again."

Ning Yan paused with his fingers, wiped away the tears on his face, and waved his hand to make the guard who was carrying a plate of candied haws behind him back away.

Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief.

He has now deeply experienced the fear of food like candied haws.

"What do you want to ask, just ask." He calmly said to Ning Yan.

Ning Yan was silent for a moment, looking into his eyes, the words came to his lips, unable to speak.

Reason told him that now he should kill Ning Zhe immediately, take away the blood of the gods from his body, resurrect God, and follow his true master.

But when he looked at Ning Zhe's eyes, he would forget everything again.

There was only one voice in my mind screaming crazily, telling him that it was him, it was him!

This is who he should really be looking for!

"You..." Ning Yan closed his eyes, opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, "Do you hate me?"

Hate him for being unable to save him when the high priest wanted to kill him, hate him for torturing him like that in the past, hate him for clearly saying that he would protect him, but in the end he couldn't even recognize his people.

He obviously had a lot of questions to ask, but in the end, he chose the stupidest question.

He didn't know what answer he wanted to get, and he didn't dare to look at Ning Zhe.

No matter whether Ning Zhe said he hated it or not, he didn't know how to face this person.

However, Ning looked at him wrinkled for a while, and finally said seriously: "I don't know."

Ning Yan was slightly taken aback.

Ning Zhe bent his eyebrows at him, "When the master didn't want his subordinates before, the subordinates were very sad. They wanted to kill the master, but they couldn't do it."

When Ning Yan heard him say that he couldn't do it, his breathing became slightly heavier, and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Ning Zhe pretended not to see it, and continued to speak unhurriedly: "But then No. 67 said that you can't be sad for the scumbag, otherwise you won't be able to complete the task, so the subordinates don't feel sad."

He paused, and pointed to his heart, "But every time I see my master, my subordinates feel pain here. Master, is this hatred?"

The young man tilted his head, with a pure and ignorant face, very much like Aning who relied on him wholeheartedly in the Zongheng Pavilion back then.

Ning Yan's hand stroking his cheek suddenly withdrew quickly like an electric shock, trembling violently hidden in his sleeve robe.

Ning Zhe saw his flustered and bewildered movements in his eyes, his expression remained the same, and his eyebrows and eyes were more curved.

Huo Chen narrowed his eyes and stood behind watching him for a long time.

The boy is no longer the short man he was when we first met him. In two months, he has grown a lot taller.

His appearance has not changed, it is not the cute and cute face of the little emperor, not the handsome and flamboyant appearance of Qin Nu, but his own, real face of Aning.

He is proud and noble, with cold and distant eyes, making people bow their heads.

Even though Lin Yunlan had used the same face as him, his temperament was completely different.

In Lin Yunlan's body, what people can notice more is the exquisiteness of that face itself.

But on Ning Zhe, what is more attractive than his appearance is his quiet and gentle temperament, and those deep black eyes that seem to be able to see through everything.

In just a short moment, many scenes flashed through Huo Chen's mind, the little emperor's Ning Zhe, the tortured Ning Zhe, Ning Zhe when he became a cat, the well-behaved Ning Zhe, the calm Ning Zhe...

He suddenly felt that he was afraid that he would never be able to be loyal to God again.

He stepped forward, brushed Ning Yan away with his hand, lowered his head and asked Ning Zhe, "Are you going with me?"

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered, "Where are you going?"

"Go anywhere, I will take you out of here."

"Don't want your master?"

"The subject has always had only one master."

Ning bent his lips, "But the time has come back, and I am no longer the little emperor."

Huo Chen untied the rope on his body, "It doesn't matter, in my heart, you will always be my little emperor."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the thin clothes on Ning Zhe's body, and also saw the bare feet under the clothes, frowned slightly, and asked, "Is it cold?"

Ning Zhe shook his head.

Huo Chen didn't say anything, and wrapped his hands around his feet.

Ning Zhe's feet are not big, but very delicate, and he can easily hold them whole.

His hands were hot, as hot as a stove.

Ning Zhe was not used to such intimacy, so he shrank his legs.

Huo Chen raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Don't you like it?"

Ning Zhe nodded.

Huo Chen said calmly: "It's okay, just get used to it in the future."

Before Ning Zhe could understand the meaning of this sentence, he was caught in his arms and wrapped in a big cloak.

He was so bored that he wanted to break free, but only half of his head was exposed before Huo Chen pushed him down and told him to be good.

Ning Zhe suddenly felt that General Huo was easy to fool when he was still young.

As soon as Huo Chen grew up, he was no longer cute, with a serious face, like an old man.

He sighed inwardly.

Fortunately, Huo Chen couldn't hear what he was saying, so if he hugged him, he would cross Ningyan and leave.

Ning Yan came back to his senses at this moment, and immediately stopped the two of them, with a cold expression, "Where are you taking him?"

Huo Chen didn't answer, his eyes fell on him, he was calm like never before, "My lord, have you already thought about the choice you want to make?"

Ning Yan frowned.

Huo Chen glanced at the person in his arms, and said lightly, "I've already made up my mind."

He pushed Ning Yan away, "I'll see him again on the day the prince thinks about it."

When Ning Zhe was carried into the room by Huo Chen, Xue and Ling said, "The prince lost."

Ning Zhe smiled, without any hint of sadness, "Master knows everything, but he can't talk about love."

"Huo Chen won't either."

"But the general will be loyal, and that alone is enough."

Yuki and Aya sighed.

Where is Huo Chen's loyalty? He clearly betrayed his own loyalty.

For Huo Chen who didn't know it, Yun Lan was his real master, and Ning Zhe was just a thief who robbed his master's things, but even so, he still chose Ning Zhe in the end.

Xue and Aya asked themselves, they would definitely not be able to make such a choice.

For everyone in the Jingu, the Supreme God is the supreme belief, a thousand times or ten thousand times more important than their own lives and the whole world.

It is absolutely impossible for him to betray God.

Xue and Ling were very fortunate that they did not lose their memory, nor did they recognize the wrong person.

……

In the next few days, Ning Zhe never saw Ning Yan again.

After the rest of the army was completed, they quickly set off from Fengtai City and continued to march towards the border.

Taking advantage of these few days, Ning Zhe has figured out the cage where the high priest was held.

This cage is specially aimed at the soul, and it will automatically attack the people in the cage every once in a while, and the defensive power will be weakened by half in a short time after the attack.

Now his divine power has begun to recover slowly, that is to say, as long as the cage is destroyed at the right time after the attack, it is possible to rescue the high priest.

But there is another problem. He doesn't know the specific location of the cage, even if he destroys the cage, he can't bring the high priest back.

This is not the most important thing, and he didn't go there to save the high priest.

The most important thing is that the high priest is seriously injured now, even if he is rescued, he can't take him to find Yunlan.

The high priest said that Yunlan was locked next door, but Ning Zhe couldn't get in touch with Yunlan at all.He was able to contact the high priest because of the willow ring in his hand.

If I knew it earlier, I would have given Yunlan one too.

Ning Zhe regretted it now.

Snow and Ling asked him what he was going to do.

Ning Zhe said that he had no choice but to try again tonight, first get the high priest out first.

He spoke lightly, but Xue and Ling knew that every time he contacted the high priest, his soul would be severely injured.

That kind of pain went deep into the bone marrow, it was worse than ten thousand gus biting the heart, and it was definitely not something ordinary people could bear.

He knew how much Ning Zhe was afraid of pain, if he tried again...

Xue and Ling thought about it, so they didn't say much.

These days Ning Zhe was tied by Huo Chen's side, inseparable.

Said plug, but also really plug.

Huo Chen got a thin silver chain from nowhere. While locking Ning Zhe's wrist, it was connected to his own wrist. He called it a concentric chain.

This reminded Ning Zhe of the longevity lock that Huo Chen had given him before.

But since he changed his body, the lock disappeared for no reason.

Huo Chen never asked, and Ning Zhe didn't care.

Soon, the army arrived at Yanguan.

This is where hundreds of thousands of soldiers are buried, and it is also the place where Huo Chen hated Ning Zhe after he narrowly escaped death.

The scorched land was barren, with no grass growing, dark red blood still gurgling and flowing in the gullies of the land, vultures were raging, and wild beasts were infesting.

Huo Chen stood under the dead tree, glanced at the abnormally withered leaves, and frowned, "Someone carried out a massacre here."

Now that everything is starting from the beginning, and the [-] army is still alive, how could Yanguan be in such a desolate scene.

He turned to look at Yan Pei, "Have you contacted the guard general?"

Yan Pei shook his head, "Yan City is already empty."

"empty?"

Yan Pei squinted his eyes, remembering the horrible scene he saw just now, "There are no dead bodies, and no living people, only blood, bright red blood everywhere."

Huo Chen frowned deeply.

He asked Yan Pei to call several generals into the tent and told about it.

Everyone's face changed greatly.

"It won't be...killing them all..."

"Could it be Tianqi's handwriting? But it's impossible for them to kill all the people in a city! What a cruel method!"

"In that case, why didn't the body remain?"

"It is rumored that witchcraft was rampant in the Tianqi Dynasty. Could it be a kind of witchcraft?"

"I've never heard of such cruel witchcraft. I think it's more like melting the corpse after killing someone."

"Then why bother?"

There was a lot of discussion.

Ning Zhe lowered his head quietly, standing next to Huo Chen and fiddled with the silver chain on his wrist, without saying a word, with a low sense of presence, almost no one noticed.

Huo Chen suddenly turned his eyes sideways, lowered his head and asked him, "What do you think?"