I'm a killer with no emotions

Number 3037 was also locked away.

Compared with No. 59 who was unscathed, he and No. 67 were much more seriously injured.

The automatic punishment mechanism of the torture room was vividly reflected on them. Almost every ten breaths, a powerful attack hit their souls, causing unbearable pain.

But from the beginning to the end, he closed his eyes and didn't make a sound.

Seeing that No. 59 was impatient, he opened his eyes slightly, and comforted softly: "Senior, don't worry, there is a way to get out."

Hearing this, No. 59 frowned and looked at him, "What can you do?"

No. 3037 bent his lips, "It's not that I can do it, it's Senior No. 67."

He looked at No. 67 who raised his eyebrows because of this sentence, "Isn't it? Senior deliberately left a message for Ning Zhe, isn't it just to let him come to save us?"

He saw it.

At the moment Ning Zhe passed by, the energy from No. 67 fluctuated.

Although the two of them didn't even change their eyes, No. 3037 knew that they must have communicated, but they didn't know what method they used.

No. 67 hooked his lips, and his long and narrow black eyes were slightly piercing, "You said it wrong, you didn't save us."

"Instead, save me."

……

Dim tent.

The slender eye feathers of the young man on the wooden couch vibrated gently like butterfly wings, and slowly opened.

"You finally woke up."

A clear voice came from beside him.

Ning Zhe's body was faster than he could react, and a heavy hand knife slashed at the sound.

"Hey? What's the matter with you? The young master gave you food with good intentions, and it's fine if you don't appreciate it. What's the point of doing it?"

Ning Zhe's vision became clearer.

Only then did he see that the person in front of him was Yan Pei.

He blinked, "It's you."

Ning Zhe remembers the person who gave him a copy.

Yan Pei clutched his wrist, looking at the pair of cold eyes that were close at hand, his heart skipped a beat.

How long had he not felt such a huge sense of oppression?

At the moment when the young man made a move just now, he was so intimidated by the killing intent emanating from him that he almost couldn't move.

In the past, only when the general was angry, he could experience this deep-rooted fear.

How could the former little beggar in front of him cause him such a sense of fear?What is his identity?

Yan Pei was both surprised and suspicious.

Ning Zhe didn't know what he was thinking, but he could tell that he was shaking.

He subconsciously let out the flame just now, and wrapped it around Yan Pei's neck, he could take this man's life with just one order.

It was probably because of the threat of the flame that Yan Pei felt fear.

Ning Zhe blinked, saw a plate of pastries on the table beside him, let go of his hand, and put the flame back.

"What are you doing."

Yan Pei was a little surprised that his tone of voice was so familiar to him, but he didn't get too entangled, and directly explained the purpose of his visit.

He came here for the Zangshu Pavilion that Ning Zhe mentioned last time.

Yan Pei knew that he was destined not to be able to enter the Xingxing Pavilion in this life, but Lin Li's eyes... Maybe there will be a healing method recorded in ancient books.

This time, he just wanted to ask Ning Zhe for advice.

Ning Zhe tilted his head and thought for a while, "Yes."

Yan Pei was overjoyed, "Do you still remember?"

Ning Zhe remembered it clearly.

But he glanced at the excited baby-faced boy in front of him, and remembered how he had bullied him, so he said, "I seem to remember a little... but I can't remember..."

Yan Pei's face changed, and he became anxious, "How could this happen? Why don't you think about it again?"

Ning Zhe covered his head seriously, pretending to have a headache, and said in pain: "It hurts so much, I can't remember..."

Yan Pei was so anxious that he didn't dare to disturb him.

"Maybe it's because there is no general by my side. If Lord Yan can call the general over for me, maybe I can remember..."

Yan Pei was taken aback, wondering what this had to do with the general.

Ning Zhe whispered again at the right time, "It hurts..."

Yan Pei didn't have time to think about it, and immediately rushed out after hearing the words.

What he didn't see was that after he left, Ning Zhe put down his hand covering his head, and smiled with his eyebrows bent.

He thought that the young Yan Pei was also very interesting.

Lin Li looked at him on the beam for a while, then came down silently, "What are you lying to him for, the general is busy with military affairs at the moment, he will only be beaten if he goes."

Ning Zhe was not surprised by his appearance, he always knew that someone was watching him.

Although Huo Chen let him go, he was afraid that he would leave.

He smiled and said, "Then why don't you hurry up and protect him?"

Lin Li glanced at him, "My mission is to protect the little madam."

"I'm not a little lady." Ning Zhe didn't like this title, and waved him out of the tent, "Go, go, I'm afraid you won't be able to see Lord Yan if you go late."

Lin Li hesitated for a moment, beckoned to call a few men in black, and asked them to guard here instead of him, before leaving in peace.

After sending him away, Ning Zhe knocked down several hidden guards who were squatting on the beam, and then carried Yun Lan out of the ring and carried him to the couch.

He called Yunlan a few times, but Yunlan didn't answer.

Ning Zhe checked his pulse.

Everything on Yunlan was normal, and there was no sign of damage to her soul, but she didn't know why she couldn't wake up.

Ning Zhe glanced at the ring on his hand, and the high priest was still seriously injured and unconscious.

This is a good opportunity to get rid of the high priest, but before returning, No. 61 told him that the people captured by Qingluan were just puppets, and it might be revealed soon, so he asked him to prepare in advance.

If the high priest is killed now, no one will be able to withstand the furious Qingluan.

Now Huo Chen is still looking for these two people outside, and he doesn't know that he has brought them back.

Ning Zhe had a headache and didn't know how to explain this to him.

Ning Zhe thought about it, and sent Yunlan back to the storage ring, put the ring away, as if nothing had happened.

Not long after, Huo Chen came in with a cold expression.

Behind him was Yan Pei, who was walking in an unnatural posture, and Lin Li, who was supporting him with a blank expression.

Presumably, just as he said, Yan Pei was beaten indistinctly.

All the people in Yanguan City were killed, and Huo Chen was at the time of grief and anger. Naturally, whoever made trouble would bear the anger.

Ning Zhe understood Huo Chen's character, he didn't want to be scolded, so of course he had to find a scapegoat.

When Yan Pei met him, it was a bad luck.

"What's wrong, Mr. Yan?" Ning Zhe took out a piece of pastry from the plate Yan Pei sent, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked with a smile.

"You hit a tree while walking, don't worry about it." Huo Chen came over and wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, "What can I do for you?"

He walked to the couch, knelt down and asked Ning Zhe, his voice was low and his attitude was gentle.

The speed of face-changing is amazing.

Yan Pei, who had just been beaten up and nearly broke his third leg, wanted to cry.

Lin Li sighed silently, grabbed his arm with one hand, wrapped his waist with the other, and helped him out.

Seeing the people leaving, Ning Zhe couldn't help but bend his eyebrows and asked Huo Chen: "Has the general found the person who killed him?"

Huo Chen nodded, "Your majesty's guess is correct. It is indeed the four major families. Prince Tianqi should have also intervened in this matter. I have sent troops to surround their residences and attack at midnight tonight."

Ning Zhe thought for a while, "They have already refined that kind of magical weapon, which is said to be very powerful, is the general sure about it?"

Huo Chen didn't speak, and raised his hand to caress his face.

He has been practicing martial arts all year round, and his palms are covered with a thin layer of calluses, which is not very comfortable to touch, and feels a little tingling.

Ning Zhe held back and didn't move, when he heard Huo Chen whisper to him: "Your Majesty, trust me."

Ning Zhe was silent for a moment, nodded, and obediently responded: "Yes."

But in fact, he didn't put all his hopes on Huo Chen.

No matter how powerful the general is, he is still just a mortal, so how can he compete with the legendary magic weapon.

To put it bluntly, Huo Chen was not strong enough to make him feel reliable.

He just didn't trust Huo Chen.

But he would not tell Huo Chen these concerns, he just smiled and said, "Then general, be more careful tonight."

Huo Chen patted his head, he had a lot of things to do, talked to Ning Zhe, and left immediately.

Yan Pei heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the person had left, and came in to ask Ning Zhe if he had figured it out.

Ning Zhe glanced at Lin Li, who was standing expressionless and imposing, and pursed his lips into a smile. This time, he didn't bother Yan Pei anymore, but asked him to take a pen and paper, and write down all the prescriptions about eye diseases. give him.

Yan Pei noticed that he was writing with his left hand, so he couldn't help laughing: "The general used to use this hand too, but later he felt that it was too deviant, so he forced himself to change it."

Ning Zhe rolled his eyes.

Huo Chen was the one who taught him how to write seriously, so he was naturally led astray.

In fact, the little emperor used to use his right hand. Ning Zhe had been careful to hide it before, but now he doesn't need it anymore.

From now on, he is no longer anyone's substitute.

On the branches of the moon, midnight falls.

The horn blew outside, the shouts shook the sky, and the chill atmosphere spread throughout the camp.

Ning Zhe lifted the curtain and took a look outside.

The army has been assembled and is waiting for orders. Those left behind are old, weak, sick and disabled soldiers, and the people who were dug out from the city before.

As soon as Ning Zhe wanted to go out, a long sword came across from his side immediately, directly blocking his way.

"The general ordered, please stay in the tent and wait for the young lady."

Ning Zhe looked along the slender and powerful arm and found that it was Lin Li.

He blinked, "Don't be nervous, I'll just take a look."

Lin Li was unmoved, with a blank expression.

Ning Zhe didn't want to fight him, so he gave up and went back to the camp.

Xue and Ling said: "Master, if you want to see General Huo, I can pester him and let you leave."

"No, it's useless if I go."

Ning Zhe slumped on the couch as if he had no bones, wrapped his head in the quilt, feeling a little irritable.

He didn't want Qingluan to succeed, but he didn't know what he could do.

Seeing him bothered, Xue and Ling thought for a while and said, "A Ling remembers that Lord No. 67 sent you a message before, won't the master read it?"

At the moment when No. 61 revoked the system's defensive space, Ning Zhe suddenly sensed No. 67's aura, and then there was an extra ring on his hand. Ning Zhe was worried that No. 61 would find out, so he never showed anything unusual. At this moment He didn't remember it until Xue and Aya mentioned it.

He got up and took out the ring from his pocket.

The ring is made of silver, very ordinary, with no patterns on it.

Ning Zhe put it on his hand, and immediately a cold and deep voice came from his ear.

It's the voice of number 67.

He said to Ning Zhe, "Host, I miss you."