I'm a killer with no emotions

"Dingbei...Princess?" Ning Zhe looked at Ning Yan.

Ning Yan walked in front of him, "I have already asked the emperor to make you my concubine."

Ning Zhe's pupils shrank slightly, "You're crazy."

"I'm not crazy."

Ning Yan took his hand, put it on his lips and kissed lightly, "I've made it clear, I want to be with you, I want you to be my princess."

Ning Zhe shook off his hand, took half a step back, with a cold expression, "But I don't want to entangle with Master any longer."

"No problem." Ning Yan smiled, not listening to his words at all, "It's fine for me to be Ah Ning's princess."

Lin Li's eyes turned cold, and he swung his sword horizontally, "My lord, my lady disagrees, please don't push me any more!"

"I want you to talk too much! Which eye of yours saw that our princess disagreed?" The Dingbei guard named Shisan immediately met his attack, and the two fought together.

"A-Ning." Ning Yan hugged Ning Zhe in his arms, stretched out his hand to caress his face, his movements were ambiguous, and his expression was obsessed, "Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, I will never let you live alone again down."

Ning Zhe had things in his heart and didn't want to get entangled with them.

But looking at Ning Yan's face, he always felt that something was wrong with him.

"Not good!" Xue and Ling suddenly shouted: "Master, knock him out! He's gone mad!"

Ning Zhe was startled, and immediately lowered his body and left his embrace.

Ning Yan caught a blank.

He tilted his head in confusion, glanced at his empty palm, then frowned and looked at Ning Zhe, "A'Ning, don't you want to leave with me?"

Ning Zhe had a bad heart, and immediately let out flames, turning into vines to wrap around him.

But Ning Yan had already flashed in front of his eyes first, and hugged him, so fast that it was too late to react.

Ning Zhe was trapped in his arms, unable to move.

"Ah Ning, why do you want to run away? Isn't it good to be with the master?" Ning Yan's thin lips showed an infatuated and gentle smile, and slowly caressed his cheek, his eyes were full of scarlet excitement that was forcibly restrained.

Ning Zhe held the knife in his hand and pressed it against Ning Yan's heart, he couldn't let go.

"Master, do it!" Xue and Ling were anxious in their hearts, "He is controlled by the inner demon, and he is no longer Ning Yan! If you continue like this, he will hurt you!"

Ning Zhe's dark as night eyes flickered, and he looked up at Ning Yan.

The handsome and ruthless man was looking at him affectionately at this moment, the curve of his lips was unprecedentedly gentle, as if he could drown people in that pool of affection.

Ning Zhe thought, he really hasn't seen such a master for a long time.

He opened his lips and asked Ning Yan: "Will the master hurt the subordinates?"

"How could I hurt Aning?" Ning Yan leaned closer to his face, and lightly touched the tip of his soft nose with her thin lips, "I will never hurt Aning."

"Then master, where do you want to take me?"

"Go to a place where there are no people, no Huo Chen, no high priest, and no gods."

Ning Yan's voice was deep and magnetic, and he sounded extremely patient and gentle, "Go to a place where there are only two of us, and don't let others disturb us, okay?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, "No, there is no such place."

Ning Yan frowned, as if lost in thought.

The distance between the two is extremely close.

So close that Ning Zhe could hear his more and more rapid and heavy breathing, could clearly see his long eyelashes trembling more and more violently, and even...even the dimming light in his eyes, And the cruel killing intent that slowly emerges can also be clearly seen.

"Then I..."

Ning Yan's Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed, "A'Ning, let's go to hell together..."

"He was devoured by the inner demon." Xue and Aya said calmly.

"En." Ning Zhe closed his eyes and responded.

Ning Yan is not Ning Yan anymore, he doesn't need to show mercy to a demon.

The moment Ning Yan raised his hand to attack him, Ning Zhe stabbed the dagger in his hand without any hesitation.

At the same time, Ning Yan's palm also hit his back.

Ning Zhe suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and his face paled instantly.

Lin Li's pupils shrank, and he roared, "Little madam!"

"Hey, what's the rush?" Shisan smiled, and stopped in front of him unhurriedly, "Your opponent is me."

Lin Li was anxious, and his strikes became more and more ruthless.

But Thirteen was not a character to be provoked, and he blocked all his ways, so Lin Li didn't have a chance to escape.

Ning Zhe knelt on one knee and glanced at him sideways.

He seemed to vomit a lot of blood, but the actual injury was not that serious, but his body was already weak, which made him look weak.

Ning Yan's palm just now was blocked by more than half, otherwise with Ning Yan's attack strength, he would have been completely dead.

"A Ling, is that you?" Ning Zhe asked in his heart.

But no one said anything.

Ning Zhe's breathing became disordered, and his heart suddenly seemed to be grabbed by a pair of big hands, and he couldn't breathe.

However, not long after, he heard the familiar voices of Xue and Aya.

The young man smiled and said, "I'm sorry master, Ah Ling was distracted just now."

Ning Zhe was startled, "You, are you okay?"

"Master, don't be afraid, Ah Ling will be fine." Xue He Ling transformed into a transparent figure, and gently patted his head.

He has grown up a lot, and now his appearance is between a teenager and a young man, and he is much more mature and stable.

"A Ling will accompany the master."

He chuckled lowly, with a soothing voice, "Forever, always...to be with the master..."

Snow and Aya never lie.

Hearing what he said, Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the fainted man in his arms.

He didn't kill him after all.

The dagger deflected slightly and pierced into Ning Yan's belly.

This minor injury is not fatal.

Ning Zhe bit his own wrist, fed some blood to Ning Yan, and then used his divine power to cast a little enchantment on him to make him continue to sleep.

Ning Yan's wound healed quickly, but the blood all over his body still looked a little scary.

Shisanyi grabbed Lin Li, who was seriously injured and was dying, and walked towards him.

When he saw Ning Yan's miserable state, he couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile, "Princess, why did you take such a heavy hand? If our lord dies, what will happen to your happiness in the rest of your life?"

Ning Zhe glanced at Lin Li in his hand.

Lin Li had a scimitar stuck in his heart, judging from the standard of the weapon, it was not made by Dayue.

"You're not Dingbeiwei." Ning Zhe exposed his identity.

Thirteen laughed, but didn't hide it, and threw Lin Li aside on the ground, "How did the princess see it?"

Ning Zhe wrapped Lin Li's body with flames, pulled him over, cut his wrist and fed him a mouthful of blood.

Lin Li's breathing was already very weak, he half-closed his eyes to look at Ning Zhe, turned his head vigorously, not to drink his blood.

"Little, madam... what are you doing..."

Ning Zhe squeezed his jaw without saying a word, forced blood into his mouth, and pulled out the dagger in his heart without hesitation.

Blood splattered instantly.

Lin Li curled up in pain, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood.

But after a while, his eyes widened in surprise, and he looked down at the wound on his heart in disbelief.

His wounds...are actually healing!

"Oh?"

Thirteen squatted down, opened his skirt, observed carefully for a moment, and smiled, "Is this the blood of the gods that His Royal Highness said? Life and death, flesh and bones, it's really not a joke."

He looked at Ning Zhe with great interest, "No wonder His Royal Highness let me stare at you, even I want to take you as my own."

As soon as he finished speaking, a long sword shot through the air from behind, with awe-inspiring killing intent.

Thirteen narrowly dodges.

Immediately afterwards, a cold voice sounded: "Who do you want to take as your own?"

Ning Zhe's eyes changed, and he suddenly raised his head.

In the morning light in the east, a dark figure was walking slowly with a cold and murderous intent.

Those dark green pupils were as deep as the sea, almost able to absorb all the mind of a person.

It turned out to be Qingluan.

The guarding soldiers rushed forward to stop him, and without even moving a hand, he shook everyone away instantly.

Along the way, the long sword raged, easily taking away one life after another.

Ning Zhe embraced the sleeping Ning Yan, took a step back indiscernibly, and the flames were released silently, protecting the dying soldiers.

Lin Li struggled to stand up and stood in front of him, "Little madam, you go first."

"Walk?"

Qingluan's thin lips curled up, and the corners of her eyes curled up playfully, "No one can leave today."

"His Royal Highness." Thirteen knelt on the ground on one knee, respectfully welcoming him.

Qingluan glanced at him, flicked his long sleeves, and a merciless attack landed on him.

"Oh!" Thirteen snorted, vomited blood, and fell to the ground.

Qingluan expressionless: "Do it without authorization, this is punishment."

Thirteen glanced at Ning Zhe, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed, "Yes, thank you, Your Highness, for your mercy."

"roll."

Thirteen lowered his head, covering his eyes, and quickly led them away.

There are still many soldiers stationed around the camp, but it seems that Thirteen is invisible, and there is no intention of doing anything at all.

Ning Zhe looked at their uninhabited appearance, and his face was not very good.

It seems that Tianqi's power has infiltrated into the army long ago, and now the remaining soldiers have become theirs.

"Ning Ning, Aning... Let Gu think about it, what else is there to call him?" Qingluan walked up to him and knelt down, smiling unpredictablely, "I heard that Huo Chen still called you... .emperor?"

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

He is not strong enough to compete with Qingluan now, so he must find a way...

Now that the army was coming out in full force, Qingluan soon took control of the entire camp, and the soldiers who disobeyed the order were executed one by one.

Ning Zhe used flames to confuse those who did it, creating the illusion of death, but actually smuggled them into the forest near the camp to hide.

For him now, this is really a huge project.

After doing all this, Ning Zhe was almost too weak to stand up.

Fortunately, Qingluan didn't do anything to him for the time being, and only imprisoned him in the original camp, and Ning Yan was still sleeping next to him.

Ning Zhe thought about whether to meet with No. 67.

In the evening, Qingluan brought a food box over.

"You haven't eaten all day, are you hungry?"

He handed the porridge to Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe glanced at him, picked up the spoon and took a sip.

"Aren't you afraid of being poisoned alone?" Qingluan smiled slightly when he saw this.

If you want to kill me, do you still need to go through such trouble of poisoning me?

Ning Zhe thought so in his heart, but he didn't want to talk, so he didn't open his mouth.

Qingluan didn't care, watching him eat his dinner, he said: "You secretly replaced the poison I let Yunlan poison in the moat of Dayue King City? No wonder they're all right now."

Qingluan seemed to be very interested in him, leaned over and stared into his beautiful eyes, "Why do you help these irrelevant people? I can feel that you don't actually care about their lives. If so, why You still have to bother to do these things, why do you have to fight against these mortals."

"In the past, people always said that I was a heartless monster." Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and said lightly, "I am not, and I don't want them to think so."

"So you have to help these people and prove that you are a good person?"

Qingluan let out a "puchi" laugh, as if he was laughing at his innocence.

"Can't you?" Ning Zhe frowned at him.

"No, no." Qingluan stopped laughing, reached out to caress the corner of his lips, and gently wiped the porridge stains on his lips, "It's just not necessary."

He seemed to be thinking of his past, with a sarcastic smile in his eyes: "These people will not appreciate everything you do, let alone appreciate you. They are heartless monsters. Once it is about their own interests, they will have nothing to do." I betrayed you without hesitation, and stepped on your dead bones just to survive."

Just like what his clansmen did to him before.