I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe's eyes glowed brightly, he struggled to crawl under him, and stretched out his hand to him——

Huo Chen chuckled, his voice was low and soft, as if coaxing him, but he was inexplicably cruel and cold.

"Your Majesty, stop making trouble."

Ning Zhe's hand stopped suddenly, and he looked up, looking at him in disbelief.

"Ah Zhe, why are you still so stupid? If you kill his whole family and get rid of his soldiers and horses, how can he save you even if he cuts you to pieces?"

As Ning Yan said, she stepped on his left hand with her toes, grinding it vigorously.

The thin and fragile finger bones were broken inch by inch under his feet, making a dull creaking sound.

Ning Zhe let out a scream, tears poured out of his eyes, his other hand clenched the hem of Huo Chen's clothes, and his voice was shrill: "General!"

Huo Chen pulled out the hem of his clothes indifferently, without even looking at him, he decided to leave the house.

"General... General! Don't leave me behind!"

Ning Zhe cried out heartbreakingly, every sound could almost break a person's heart, but he still couldn't get that person a single sympathy.

Ning Yan's eyes darkened slightly, he squatted down, pinched Ning Zhe's chin with his fingers, and lifted him up, "A Zhe, do you like him?"

Ning Zhe burst into tears, too painful to answer.

Ning Yan didn't need him to answer, "It's useless, Ah Zhe, you are full of sins, so you have no right to be liked by others."

When Ning Zhe said that, his heart, which had always been emotionless, suddenly felt aggrieved.

"Why, why can Yunlan be liked by the emperor's uncle, why can't I?"

Obviously they are the same person.

Ning Yan snorted coldly, and crushed his left finger bone completely, "Lan'er is gentle and kind, how can a cruel and cruel person like you compare to it? You killed Lan'er with your left hand, and I will cripple your left hand. If I broke Lan'er's heart, I will pay him back with my own heart!"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Ning and folded his hair, dragged him all the way, brought him into Yunlan Pavilion, and threw him hard.

Ning Zhe rolled on the ground a few times, hit the bed with the corner of his forehead, and broke a hole in an instant, blood gushing out.

He curled up on the ground, lingering in embarrassment, while Yun Lan quietly closed his eyes, lying on the exquisite and comfortable agarwood couch, with painted eyebrows and eyes, and an unparalleled handsome face.

Ning Zhe's eyes burst into flames, with an icy blood color.

No. 67 said lightly [If you kill him now, King Dingbei will definitely let you be buried with him]

Ning Zhe panted heavily, and gradually extinguished the fire in his eyes.

He had clearly pierced Yun Lan's heart, but this man looked the same as before, as if he had fallen asleep, without any trace of death.

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes, and saw that Yunlan's heart was being shrouded in a faint blood-colored light, with an ominous meaning.

He quickly recognized that this was a kind of life-changing sorcery secreted by Tian Qi. To save one person, another person's life must be paid for.

Ning Zhe couldn't help shrinking back.

Ning Yan noticed his movement and immediately reached out to grab his throat with a cold voice: "Do you know what this is?"

This kind of witchcraft was listed as a forbidden technique by the Tianqi Dynasty a hundred years ago, and it was completely destroyed. Even if he searched around, he only got half of the fragments of this secret technique.

Ning Zhe, a young emperor in the deep palace, how could he have seen such a thing and recognized it at a glance?

Ning Yan's eyes were dark, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

But Ning Zhe lowered his head, just trembling blindly, he couldn't even speak clearly, he couldn't ask anything at all.

Seeing this, the pharmacist at the side tentatively asked: "My lord, do you want to continue your life?"

"How sure are you?"

The pharmacist hesitated, "The secret technique is incomplete...Even with the help of the heart of the gods, it may not be enough to make Mr. Yun recover...at most...only [-]% sure..."

Ning Yan frowned slightly, "How long can Lan'er last?"

"Less than three days."

Ning Yan was silent for a moment, and his heavy eyes fell on Ning Zhe who was shivering on the ground.

Just when the pharmacist couldn't figure out his thoughts, he saw him suddenly squatting down, reaching out and touching the little emperor's fluffy head.

"A Zhe, tell Uncle Huang, have you seen this secret technique somewhere?"