I'm a killer with no emotions

Qin Shen is different from the other five.

Ning Yan was born as the proud son of heaven, with a respected status.

Huo Chen is the jewel in the palm of the General's Mansion, loved by all people.

The high priest is powerful and powerful, and the young master is born to be respected. Although Qingluan has gone through hardships, he is also a rare genius among the demons, and later became the crown prince of Tianqi.

Each of them is clear about their identities, and each of them has incomparably strong strength.

Only Qin Shen was always at a loss.

He is obviously the eldest son of the Qin family, but he is detested by his family, and no one in the family is willing to admit his identity.

She is obviously bright and bright on the surface, but she has been practicing the evil forbidden technique of killing in private, and her hands are stained with blood.

He has neither lofty status nor great strength, and his mind is even more dirty and vicious.

When standing with Huo Chen and others, Qin Shen would always feel ashamed.

So when he met Ning Zhe at the beginning of the year and was bestowed with the word "Xuanhe", he has kept this name in his heart ever since.

No one knew what those two words meant to him.In those long dark days, people just called him a madman, a little monster, locked him in a cold and damp room, and kept him at a respectful distance.

Qin Shen longed for the blue sky and white clouds outside.

Only Ning Zhe would sneak in through the window, quietly grab his hand and take him out to fly a kite, calling him "Xuanhe" softly and intimately.

To Qin Shen, he is the prime minister of the little emperor, Qin Xuanhe who belongs only to him.

But now, someone else came to tell him that he was not Qin Xuanhe, he was just someone else's appendage.

And all the tenderness and patience that Ning Zhe gave him was just because - he was another person's soul.

What he has insisted on and cherished all these years are all illusory bubbles, which will be shattered at the touch of a poke.

Qin Shen didn't believe it, nor could he accept it.

Ning Zhe saw his helpless and pitiful face, and rarely used some divine power.

For him, as long as he is willing, he can know all the things that have happened in this world, it depends on whether he is willing to spend his energy on it.

Soon, Ning Zhe used the shadow tracing method to find out what No. 67 had just done.

He was a little surprised that this kind of secret, this person actually said it like that.

He thought he was going to keep hiding and tucking in, quietly merging with the others.

After all, fusion is risky, but if one of the other six people has a different heart and wants to snatch the status of the main soul, number 67 will be in jeopardy.

Ning Zhe didn't know what this man was planning.

He looked down at the blood-stained young man, then slowly squatted down, looking at him calmly.

"Owner......"

Qin Shen's eyes were clear, like a mountain lake, shimmering with sparkling light.

He was waiting for an answer from Ning Zhe.

An answer that matters to him.

Ning Zhe frowned slightly, not knowing what to say.

The current Qin Shen is like a beautiful but fragile glass collection, as long as one is not careful, it will fall to the ground and be smashed to pieces.

He didn't want to see Qin Shen get hurt.

Ning Zhe was silent for a long time, and finally glanced at the steaming instant noodles in his arms, handed over the cute enamel instant noodle bowl with some reluctance, and asked him softly, "Prime Minister, do you want to eat?"

......

Qin Shen stayed naturally.

When he came out of the room after taking a shower, he saw Ning Zhe sitting on the sofa with his legs curled up watching TV, wrapped in a warm yellow animal cashmere blanket, his side face was as white as snow by the light, full of immortality.

An apparently indifferent and handsome face, but inexplicably cute in such a scene.

Qin Shen stood where he was, staring at him blankly, wondering whether he should go or not.

It was Ning Zhe who noticed him first, pulled him over, and bandaged the wound first.

Qin Shen pursed his lips and watched his gentle movements.

His injury is not serious, and he will heal soon, which is actually unnecessary for Ning Zhe.

But having said that, it is undeniable that he is actually very happy in his heart.

He stared at Ning Zhe's soft and beautiful eyebrows, and asked softly, "Master, is what No. 67 said true?"

Ning Zhe paused, raised his eyes: "Is this important?"

"Because I hope that I am the master's Qin Xuanhe, not someone else."

Ning Zhe did not answer.

After tying the bandage, he seriously tied a beautiful bow on Qin Shenjun's fair and handsome wrist, and stared at it twice with his eyes bent.

Qin Shen guessed wrong.

Ning Zhe didn't bandage him because of distress.

After all, such a small injury, he will heal with a touch.

This person simply wanted to try the strapping technique he learned yesterday from the TV.

Fortunately, Qin Shen didn't know about this, otherwise his heart would be broken.

"It doesn't matter if what that person said is true or not, the prime minister is the prime minister, and he will never become another person."

Ning Zhe finally looked up at Qin Shen, answered his question just now, and asked one more question: "What is the prime minister afraid of?"

Qin Shen was silent for a moment, then lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Chen, I am afraid that I will disappear, and I am afraid that the emperor will forget me."

He used the titles "Chen" and "Emperor", trying to tell himself that he was just Qin Xuanhe, not Lu Qi.

"No. 67 told us about this, nothing more than hoping to integrate and become a complete land period."

Qin Shen has always been perceptive. Although No. 67 said nothing, he was very clear about his intentions.

"I don't want to agree."

"Then reject him."

Ning Zhe looked indifferent and didn't care much.

Qin Shen looked at him: "Isn't the emperor angry? Don't you want to see a complete Lu Qi?"

Ning Zhe shook his head.

"Then, was it because of Lu Qi, or simply because of the minister?"

He couldn't help getting closer, his fingers clenched Ning Zhe's sleeves.

Ning Zhe glanced down and saw that the young man's finger bones were turning white with force. He smiled and shook his head, "No, it's just because of the prime minister."

"The emperor, has there ever been a little... liking, minister...?"

Ning Zhe paused for a moment.

When he was still in the Jingu, Qin Shen was always the quietest one.

He doesn't fight or grab, he is obedient, smart, and the most agreeable. He can always help Ning Zhe prepare everything he needs in advance, without his worries.

He likes the feeling of being with Qin Shen, so it should... just like it.

Ning Zhe thought about it and nodded.

Qin Shen stared at him in a daze, his fingertips gradually trembled, and the corners of his eyes were watery and smooth, like joy.

Ning Zhe thought for a while, leaned forward, and wiped away the water marks on his cheeks: "Prime Minister, you don't need to be afraid."

He pursed his lips and smiled, gently stroked Qin Shen's face, and stabbed him in the heart: "Because your business has nothing to do with me. Whether you are Lu Qi or Qin Shen, I don't care. care."

The lethality of this sentence is far greater than Ning Zhe's straightforward admission.

Qin Shen's joy was locked in his eyes, and before the tea flower bloomed, it was forcibly extinguished.

There was pain in his eyes, and he bowed his body and knelt down in front of Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe looked down at him, his eyes were dim.

Soon, he said lightly: "Prime Minister, let's go, it's meaningless."

He flicked his hands.

A strong force forced Qin Shen to let go of his fingers, and was sent away by Ning Zhe.

Not long after he left, No. 67 suddenly appeared in the room, pressed Ning Zhe under him, hooked his chin and sneered.

"Let's say you are soft-hearted, you are good at stabbing a knife."

"Let's say you are cruel, and you are hesitant and entangled."

"Ning Zhe, dear host, what do you want to do? Take revenge, or stay away?"

This scene is very similar to the time when they were still in Dai Viet, when No. 67 was very rude to him.

Ning Zhe looked at him, blinked his eyes after a while, and shook his head: "I don't know."

No. 67 lowered his head and lightly pecked his soft and beautiful lips, "Then only forgiveness is left."

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, was hugged into his arms, and kissed the neck, "I don't want to forgive, it hurts so much."

"Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere, and my heart hurts too."

No. 67 laughed softly, "Do you still have heart?"

"Why not?" Ning Zhe was not happy, "I always have."

"Then let me see."

No. 67 lifted his shirt, got his head in, and kissed his heart.

Ning Zhe was so stimulated that he screamed and pushed him, "Don't! I don't want it anymore!"

No. 67 licked the bright red and tender dogwood on his chest until he was out of breath, then he backed out and kissed Ning's folded lips again, with a hoarse voice: "Taste it."

"What... um..."

"The smell in your heart..." No. 67 rubbed his tongue, and after a long time, he withdrew and asked him, "What's the smell?"

Ning Zhe blushed and stared at him silently.

"Is it sweet? Huh?" No. 67 didn't care at all, and even wanted to do it again.

Ning Zhe quickly turned his head away, buried it in the hollow of his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't push yourself too hard."

"Because you indulge me like this, I can make progress." No. 67 sat on his lap, kissed the top of his hair lightly, "Ning Zhe, you don't want revenge at all."

Ning Zhe said nothing.

He wanted to refute, but found that he couldn't find the right words.

Because from the beginning to the end, he never refused the closeness of No. 67.

He had to admit that he was different to No. 67.

"Ning Zhe, I like you."

The voice of No. 67 sounded abruptly, especially cold and gentle in the dead silent room.

Ning Zhe froze for a moment, looked up at his face, and didn't recover for a long time.

After a while, he lowered his eyes, curled his lower lip coldly, and said ironically in his eyes: "Number 67, you are too self-righteous. I don't want to take revenge on you, but it doesn't mean I don't hate you, and it doesn't mean that I will forgive you. What you say now Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"I know."

"Your heart hurts, you can't let go, I know it all."

"So I don't intend to ask for your forgiveness."

"Whether you hate me or love other people, I don't care."

No. 67 held his face in his hands and looked at him fixedly, with a firm and unquestionable smile on his lips: "I just want you to be with me, just stay by my side and accompany me for the rest of my life, that's enough."

Because in this world, only he can heal Ning Zhe's wound.

Only he can make Ning Zhe forget the past and stay away from those pains.

He doesn't need Ning Zhe's forgiveness or love, Ning Zhe just needs to lie in his arms and be pampered.