I'm a killer with no emotions

Poor grooming and unsightly appearance.

As soon as the red hair rushed over to hug him, Ning Zhe stretched out his hand and picked up the collar by the back. He dodged to the bathroom and threw it directly into the bathtub, filling it with warm water.

The red hair was caught off guard and was submerged under the water. After taking a mouthful of water, it emerged in embarrassment.

As a result, in the middle of shouting "A Ning", Ning Zhe grabbed the red hair on the top of his head that had been smeared with pomade and went straight into the sky, and it was cut clean with a "click".

The red hair stared blankly at him, speechless.

Ning Zhe cut his hair, tore off his clothes, stood up and looked down at him indifferently, before leaving.

"A Ning!"

Seeing him go, Hong Mao immediately got up from the bathtub and wanted to follow him.

Ning Zhe looked back, looked at him coldly, his eyes fell on his naked lower body, narrowed his eyes, and said a word from his thin lips: "Dirty, wash it, and come see me again."

The red hair followed his gaze puzzledly, and also looked down.

His face flushed instantly.

There are actually two shiny diamond nails on his little red hair!

There is also light yellow dirt on it that I don't know what it is!

The owner of this body is poisonous!

The red hair covered his lower body, slumped back into the bathtub, and carefully studied how to pull out these things.

Ning Zhe sat on the sofa, waiting without saying a word, his expression dim.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The few people outside, from being calm and calm at the beginning to being puzzled, have now begun to panic.

Ning Yan has been there for so long and still hasn't been kicked out.

Could it be that Ning Zhe has accepted him?

That person has always been narrow-minded, if he adds fuel to Ning Zhe and says a few gossips about them...

The more the Young Master thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, he directly pushed away the people in front of him, and rushed into the castle impatiently.

Li Ting glanced at him, then turned to look at the men beside him: "Where are you?"

But no one answered his words.

Everyone's hearts are in a mess at the moment.

Everyone wants to see Ning Zhe immediately and stay by Ning Zhe's side.

But everyone knows that they are not qualified.

Because I know that I will not be forgiven, because I can't do without that person, so even waiting aimlessly at this moment is better than being rejected directly.

The young lord's identity in this world is a world-renowned western doctor with extremely high medical attainments, and is well-known in the entire medical field.

But he used to only kill people, when has he ever saved someone?

Not to mention that the various instruments in this world give him a headache, and he can't wait to destroy them all with one attack.

So, he skipped his schedule when he was going to attend a worldwide seminar, and secretly came here with his assistant behind his back to look for Ning Zhe.

Little did he know that the assistant and the organizer of the entire conference were already anxious to call the police at this time, looking for him all over the world.

When the Young Master rushed into the castle, he saw Ning Zhe sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He was wearing a black shirt with dark patterns, with exquisite ruby ​​buttons, and the collar button was buttoned rigorously to the top one. noble temperament.

The design in the castle is full of medieval classical elegance, making him look like a god sitting on the throne of thorns, controlling his own territory.

The young lord's eager movements involuntarily slowed down, his body began to tremble, and his knees softened before he knelt down.

Ning Zhe had heard the movement a long time ago, and now he slightly raised his eyes and turned to look at him.

The Young Master stared at him blankly, and opened his mouth silently: "Master..."

"I'm not your master, I'm just a lowly thing."

Ning Zhe's voice was faint, with no ups and downs.

Back then, the Young Master scolded him like this.

Until the moment Ning Zhe left, he was insulting Ning Zhe like this.

Young Master certainly remembered what stupid things he had done, and when Ning Zhe said that, his face turned pale in an instant, his lips trembled and he was speechless.

Ning Zhe told him to get out.

The Young Master gritted his teeth and knelt there without moving.

His waist slowly bent down, his head gradually lowered to the ground, and his posture was humble and begging.

Ning Zhe didn't even look at it.

He remembered the days when he was in Jingu.

Among the seven people, Chi Yue used to be the most well-behaved one.

He is half human and half demon, he can't speak, and his mind is not complete. Many things were taught by Ning Zhe himself.

Ning Zhe likes the feeling of nurturing them a little bit, which will add a lot of fun to his boring life.

It is true for the high priest, and the same is true for the red axe.

But after the reincarnation, Chi Yue's soul began to split due to the practice.

Compared with the extremely flamboyant personality of Young Master, Ning Zhe still prefers the restrained Dark Guard Seventeen and Chi Yue.

He didn't want to talk to the Young Master, and the Young Master didn't dare to speak.

The atmosphere was a little dull for a while.

Xing Su came out of the room, knelt down and called him, raised her head, and called him hesitantly: "Master..."

Ning Zhe woke up, patted his head, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

The master finally touched his head.

But Xing Su no longer had the feeling of joy that she used to have.

He hugged Ning Zhe's waist silently, and buried it in his warm chest, "Is the master going to live with these men in the future?"

For hundreds of years, no one has entered the master's castle except him.

But this time, not only the strange red hair, but even this unknown man, the owner also let in.

Xing Su finally realized that these men are different to their master.

"Will not."

Ning Zhe touched his face, his brows and eyes were as gentle as before: "I don't know these people."

But if they don't know each other, why let them in.

With the ability of the master, it is obvious that he can hide from the castle quietly and let these men go to nothing.

But the master didn't do that.

Xing Su's eyes were reddish, feeling a little uncomfortable.

But he didn't say anything, just nodded obediently.

It's getting late, Xing Su still has work tomorrow, Ning Zhe let him go back to bed first.

The master forgot again that he actually didn't need to sleep.

But Xing Su also understood that the master might want to be alone with those men.

He pursed his lips, said good night to his master, gave him a hug at last, and went back to his room.

When he was leaving, he noticed that the gentle man with glasses kneeling on the ground had been staring at him.

Those long dark red pupils seemed to be filled with blood, full of hatred, jealousy and killing intent.

Because the breath was too gloomy, it made the atmosphere around him a bit dark and permeating.

Xing Su frowned, then looked back at the calm and indifferent master who seemed to be used to it, hesitated for a long time, and finally had no choice but to leave silently.

He hadn't thought about it before, but now, he suddenly wanted to know what the master had experienced in the past.

"If you dare to touch him, I will break your legs. If you dare to kill him and hurt him, I will take your life."

After Xing Su left, Ning Zhe spoke lightly, his voice was cold and piercing that Xing Su had never heard before.

The young master was startled, and immediately withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes uncomfortably, and defended in a low voice: "My lord...I, I dare not..."

He did not dare.

Not because he was afraid of death, but because he was afraid that Ning Zhe would drive him away in anger.

The young master knew very well that if Ning Zhe didn't want to see him, then he might not be able to find this person until his death.

"Master, I..."

"How did you get in?"

The Young Master was about to admit his mistake when he was suddenly interrupted by a youthful voice.

When he looked up, he saw a slender boy with short fiery red hair wrapped in a bath towel, his hair was dripping with water beads, his white cheeks were flushed, and his eyelashes were still stained with wet water vapor. walked out.

"Ningyan!?"

The Young Master's pupils widened.

No wonder he was late to come out!He has already moved into the owner's house!How could he be dressed like this! ?Also took a bath...

Could it be that he has been with the master...

The young master's face turned pale, and he immediately went to look at Ning Zhe, his voice was hoarse and hoarse: "Master, are you, are you..."

Ning Zhe raised his pale eyebrows and looked at him indifferently: "What am I?"

No rebuttal.

That is the default.

The Young Master was in a trance for a while, his jaw was trembling, his heart was bleeding from the pain in an instant, and his lungs were so painful that he couldn't breathe.

He is late, just one step late.

The owner belongs to Ningyan.

But he can't say anything, he is free to do whatever the master wants, even if the master does it in front of him, he can't stop him.

"No, no...nothing..."

The young lord forced himself to swallow the blood gushing from his throat, shook his head, his face pale as paper.

Ning Yan looked at him strangely, not understanding what this man was doing all of a sudden by himself.

Frowning, he walked up to Ning Zhe, knelt down carefully at his feet, looked up at him, his face turned red instantly.

"Ah Ning, I'm done washing..."

In fact, his body has just turned full, and he is not too old. After washing off those fancy clothes, he is still a clean and handsome boy.

Ning folded and threw away his clothes, he could only come out wrapped in a bathrobe like this.

Coupled with the pink and tender face, slender and thick eyelashes, moist and dark eyes, and kneeling beside Ning Zhe so obediently to please him, he looks a bit like Xing Su.

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes to look at him for a moment, then raised his jaw.

"This king?"

Ning Yan's expression did not change.

His habits have not changed.

"No, I, I..."

Ning curled his lips together: "I remember, didn't the prince like to call people a lowly slave?"

Ning Yan hurriedly hugged his calf, "Master, I was wrong, I was blind before, I didn't recognize the master, the master can punish me however he wants, I..."

Ning Zhe interrupted him, "Since the prince said so, there must be someone who is a lowly slave."

Ning Yan looked up at him, and said dryly, "...I, it's me, I'm the lowly slave."

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes, looked at him blankly for a moment, and then smiled.