I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe blinked for no reason, and the next moment, a sharp sharp pain suddenly came from the top of his head!

Ning Zhe screamed, fell off Huo Chen, hugged and rolled on the ground, "Ah! General! It hurts so much! It hurts so much..."

Ning Zhe was on the verge of going crazy with the overwhelming pain of needles in his mind. The veins on his wrists were bulging, and his thin, white fingers were convulsed and twisted.

Huo Chen stepped on his twitching fingertips, and said with a gentle smile, "Doesn't the emperor like the cakes that I gave to the emperor, huh?"

Ning Zhe couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

The severe pain in his mind made him sweat all over his body, his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, his pale lips did not have a trace of blood, and the bottom of his eyes was blank and empty, without focus.

Seeing this, Huo Chen withdrew his hand.

Ning Zhe panted heavily, his eyes gradually regained clarity.

Huo Chen wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief.

Ning Zhe stretched out his hand and grabbed his sleeve, tears welled up in his eyes, "Why...General, why..."

Hasn't he already redeemed his sins, so why torture him?

Huo Chen casually broke the sleeves from his palm, and said flatly, "Your Majesty, do you want to take back that position?"

Ning Zhe didn't understand what he meant.

Huo Chen pursed his lips, and a trace of madness flashed across his handsome and flawless face, "Your younger brother has no power, Your Majesty, why do you think he can sit in that position? But it's all because of Ning Yan's support, that's all." Ning Yan, he is nothing."

He hugged Ning Zhe, stroked his back gently, and said in a leisurely manner: "Your Majesty, Ning Zhi took your place, took away your power, and locked you in a dark room for torture. The minister went in time, the emperor has now become Ning Zhi's wronged soul.

As for Ning Yan, in order to save his sweetheart, he did not hesitate to cause the emperor to bleed, and even killed the emperor to avenge his sweetheart. "

Huo Chen leaned close to the little emperor's fair and delicate ears, whispering softly and seductively like a devil: "Your Majesty...don't want to take revenge on them and take back what should belong to you?"

Ning folded his lips and was speechless.

He felt as if someone had strangled his throat, and the cold air drilled straight into his body, making him shiver.

Seeing that the little emperor hadn't spoken for a long time, Huo Chen gradually lost his patience, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

The stinging pain that had just subsided came back again, and the pain in his brain almost split open.

Ning Zhe hugged his head tightly, and cried out in despair: "I agree! I agree! The general is gone...it hurts..."

Huo Chen stopped thinking and asked him, "What did the emperor promise?"

Ning Zhe looked at him with eyes full of despair, and couldn't stop the tears.

From the moment Huo Chen asked him the first sentence, he knew what Huo Chen wanted.

Ning Zhe grabbed his sleeve, weeping uncontrollably: "I promise, I promise to help you kill the emperor... General, let me go, let me go, okay..."

Huo Chen laughed, his handsome face seemed like a god, which made people fall in love with each other, "Okay."

Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this matter was over.

Huo Chen glanced at the cakes on the ground, and said with a smile: "Doesn't the emperor like to eat cakes given by my ministers?"

Ning Zhe took a breath, and saw the cruel madness hidden in those dark pupils.

At this moment, he was finally sure that Huo Chen was crazy.

After a pause, Ning Zhe slowly crawled over, shaking his hands, picked up the ball of pastry that was covered with dust, stuffed it into his mouth, retched, and said: "I like it, I like it..."

Huo Chen finally picked him up, gently wiped away the silent tears streaming down his cheeks with his fingertips, and said in disapproval: "Dirty, the emperor is honorable, how can he eat these things?"

Ning pursed his lips, "Yes, the general said yes, I will...not eat..."

Huo Chen chuckled, pinched his soft cheeks, "So good."

Ning Zhe didn't speak, and leaned his head on his shoulder, looking sleepy.

[What's wrong] Could it be that the host has finally realized that his dignity has been trampled under his feet?

Ning Zhe hiccupped and wanted to cry【So supportive】

No. 67 […]

He really shouldn't have any expectations for Ning Zhe.

Huo Chen ordered people to prepare the carriage, and took Ning Zhe to Dingbei Palace.

On the way, No. 67 asked Ning Zhe【Are you really going to help Huo Chen kill Ning Yan】

Ning Zhe raised the corners of his lips slightly, and a beam of fire ignited in his black eyes 【Why not】