I'm a killer with no emotions

No. 67 glanced at his two legs that were not in the water [Your legs are completely useless, you can't even escape this water prison, how can you kill him]

Ning Zhe wiped away the tears on his face with the hem of his sleeve, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

When he opened it again, No. 67 saw that the blood and fire in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only a quiet and quiet darkness.

【He will come to me】

No. 67 didn't know why he was so sure, but he didn't ask any more questions, and just said indifferently 【Don't die before he comes to you】

Ning Zhe leaned on the shore and nodded quietly.

He couldn't move his legs, he couldn't go ashore, half of his body was lost in the icy cold pool, and he was so cold that he lost consciousness long ago.

But it was clearly unbearable biting cold, but he didn't respond, he didn't even cry, it was too abnormal.

Ning Zhe was imprisoned in the water prison for about three days, during which time he never saw anyone except the black-robed pharmacist who came to deliver him meals a few times.

The pharmacist treasured Ning Zhe very much, not only brought him food, but also dragged him ashore, for fear that he would freeze to death.

He cut Ning Zhe's wrist to take blood, and said to Ning Zhe: "The emperor can't die, if you die, where can I find this blood that can cure all diseases?"

After bleeding, he looked at the little emperor's slightly trembling thin body and that pale but beautiful and delicate face, and evil thoughts rose in his heart again.

"The oracle said that one bite of the emperor's flesh would make one live forever. I don't know if it's true or not..."

As the pharmacist spoke, he pressed on Ning Zhe's body, that obscene and ugly face was close to Ning Zhe's soft face, and a quick and disgusting breath came out of his nostrils.

The voice of No. 67 was freezing cold [Kill him! 】

Ning Zhe didn't respond, he stared at the medicine master without blinking, his dark eyes didn't fluctuate at all, the silence was as deep as a dark abyss, which could suck people's souls into it.

The pharmacist grinned, stuck out his tongue and licked his face, and then used the tip of the knife to goug out a piece of flesh the size of a fingernail from the place where the most soft flesh was on his face.

Blood oozed out immediately, Ning Zhe frowned, trembling with pain.

"Your Majesty will be able to grow meat by himself tomorrow, so it doesn't matter if you give me a slice. Besides, the prince doesn't care about such trivial matters. Even if he knows, he won't say anything. Your majesty, just take it easy."

The pharmacist patted his face triumphantly, and left the water prison.

No. 67 sank [Why didn't you kill him]

Ning Zhe's teeth were trembling, and he cried out 【I have no strength】

No. 67 paused, then remembered that the food that the pharmacist brought was drugged, and Ning Zhe didn't eat it.

No wonder the value of being abused has been rising these days. It turned out to be hungry.

No. 67 looked at the tears on his face, said nothing, and transferred some energy into his body.

Ning Zhe only felt a sudden warm current in his body, slowly flowing through his limbs and bones. In an instant, even the pain and hunger were relieved a lot.

This feeling is very similar to the feeling Huo Chen felt after feeding him sweet water that night.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and asked him softly [No. 67, what did you do]

No. 67's voice was cold [Nothing, are you still hungry]

Ning Zhe shook his head [not hungry anymore]

Because of the warm current in his body, his whole body relaxed, his eyelids drooped feebly, and he was listless.

【No. 67, I'm a little sleepy】

【Don't sleep, I'll put on TV for you】

【May I? 】Ning Zhe's eyes light up again, like stars shining.

No. 67 looked at his slowly diminishing energy, sighed, and silently played the cartoon for him.

Relying on the energy of No. 67, Ning Zhe survived for another day.

At night, Ningyan came.

As soon as he came, he pinched Ning Zhe's throat and roughly pulled him up.

"What did you do! Why doesn't the secret technique work!"

Ning Zhe's face turned red from being pinched by him, almost suffocating, and he couldn't speak at all.

Ning Yan let go, and threw him to the ground, "After using the secret technique, Lan'er became weaker! Ning Zhe, you did it on purpose, you deliberately wanted to harm Lan'er, didn't you!"

Ning Zhe lay on the ground, coughed up blood, and raised his eyes to look at the furious Ning Yan: "I didn't. I said, I won't lie to the emperor."

"What's going on, why didn't Lan'er wake up!"

Ning Zhe swallowed the blood gushing from his throat, "Because..."

Ning Yan stared at him closely, thinking that the little emperor was about to give an answer, but he suddenly bent his lips slightly, and said softly: "I don't want to say it anymore."

Ning Yan's eyes suddenly darkened, "What did you say?"

Ning Zhe looked into his eyes and paused every word: "I don't want to say it."

Ning Yan suddenly clamped his chin, "How dare you!"

He pressed his fingers so hard that Ning Zhe's cheeks were pinched out of shape, leaving bright fingerprints on his fair skin.

Ning Zhe blinked, held back the wetness in his eyes, and smiled at the corner of his lips: "Only I know the method of driving the secret technique, Uncle Huang, you kill me now and let Yun Lan come to bury him, how about it? "

Ning Yan looked at him, his whole body exuded a tyrannical aura.

He was mistaken, he thought that the little emperor was just a bullying dog, but this dog dared to bite him.

Ning Yan took a deep breath, suppressed the fury in his heart, and said coldly, "Tell me, what do you want."

Ning Zhe's eyes flashed with fire, "Your life."

Ning Yan frowned fiercely.

Before he could speak, Ning Zhe gently curled the corners of his lips, stretched out his hand to hook his neck, and said softly, "I'm just joking, Uncle Huang, how could I be willing to kill you."

Ning Zhe leaned on him, with his chin resting on Ning Yan's shoulder, his dark eyes were filled with indifference.

"I just want Uncle Huang to treat me better."

Ning Yan narrowed his eyes, paused for a while, then slowly reached out to put his hand on his back, and stroked him gently, "Ah Zhe, are you serious?"

Ning Zhe had no expression on his face, "I will never lie to Uncle Huang."

Ning Yan hardly thought about it, so he gently hugged him, stroked his head, and said softly: "A Zhe, it was the emperor's uncle who made a mistake. The emperor shouldn't hit you. In the future, the emperor will definitely make up for you." , Ah Zhe forgives Uncle Huang, okay?"

Ning Zhe hugged his neck and gave a soft "hmm".

It turned out to be that fool who was so easy to deceive.

Ning Yan smiled at Ning Zhe, and carried him away from the prison.

He repeated the old trick and ordered someone to take Ning Zhe to wash him, make him clean, and take him to eat.

Ning Zhe is very obedient, like a puppet doll, Ning Yan does whatever he says, it seems like he said it himself, he just wants Ning Yan to treat him better.

67 Couldn't help asking him [Ning Zhe, what's wrong with you]

[Is this bad?] Ning Zhe asked back.

【You know he is lying to you】

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

A spoonful of hot porridge was brought to his lips, Ning Zhe raised his eyes and looked at the person feeding the porridge.

Ning Yan smiled: "Why, Ah Zhe doesn't like it?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, opened his mouth to swallow the hot porridge, his delicate tongue was immediately scalded with blisters.

Ning Yan didn't notice anything, and continued to feed him.

After eating, Ning Yan wiped his lips for him, only then noticed the hideous scar on his cheek, and said casually: "Why are you so careless, who hurt him? Get angry."

Ning moved his eyes, stared at him, and asked softly, "Really?"