I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Yan scratched the tip of his delicate and lovely nose, "Why, don't you trust the emperor?"

"I don't believe it. Uncle Emperor, no matter who bullies me, will you avenge me?" Ning Zhe raised his head, looking at him quietly with his big and bright black eyes, his voice was soft and waxy like a spoiled child. .

Ning Yan should have disliked him for his lack of greed, but for some reason, looking at the little emperor like this, he felt very familiar and close, as if he had been intimate with him.

A certain part of Ning Yan's heart softened.

"Yes." He stretched out his hand to touch the little emperor's white and soft face, coaxing in a low voice, "Whoever bullies Ah Zhe, the uncle will kill him."

Ning Zhe blinked his black eyes, leaned over and leaned on his shoulder, "The emperor must remember what he said."

Ning Yan responded to him gently, but the bottom of her eyes was calm, without any tenderness.

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was probably because the little emperor had bipolar eyes like Lan'er that he felt familiar, so he didn't take this strangeness to heart.

The little emperor was so stupid, it would be fine if he treated him better before he was done using him, it was just to take care of Lan'er.

As Ning Yan thought about it, his hands became more gentle, and he carried the little emperor to the couch, and gently took off his clothes.

The little emperor's cheeks were slightly red, his eyes were flying wildly, and he pushed him helplessly with both hands, as if he was a little shy.

Ning Yan squinted at him, and the little emperor became even more nervous.

Ning Yan seemed to understand something, and suddenly leaned close to his ear, and asked in a low voice: "A Zhe, what's the matter, what's there to be embarrassed about in front of the emperor's uncle, could it be that he treats the emperor's uncle as an outsider?"

Ning Zhe shook his head vigorously, clutching the hem of his clothes tightly to prevent him from taking off, his cheeks flushed red, and stammered: "No, no... I, I didn't..."

Seeing his performance, Ning Yan thoughtfully flashed across his eyes.

He didn't force the little emperor any more, helped him lie down with his clothes on, and said, "Ah Zhe, rest well, the emperor still has something to attend to."

Ning Zhe looked at him, blushed, and nodded obediently, "I know."

Ning Yan patted his head, was about to get up and leave, but paused.

He bent down, and tried to lightly touch the little bright red mole on the little emperor's forehead with his lips.

Sure enough, seeing the little emperor "rub" the ground, his face was flushed and his expression was flustered.

Oh...that's how it is.

Ning Yan got more and more sick in his heart, but he didn't show it at all, and calmly got up and left.

He didn't see that after he left, Ning Zhe suddenly took a big breath, his blushing cheeks slowly returned to normal, and his originally moist and lively eyes quieted down, becoming dead and indifferent again.

No. 67 twitched the corners of his mouth, because he really thought Ning Zhe was shy just now.

【What do you want to do? Why do you want to let Ning Yan know that you like him? 】

Ning Zhe took out the little jade bottle that Huo Chen gave him from his arms.

When the maid was bathing and changing his clothes, she didn't dare to look at him directly, so this thing was not found.

But Ning Yan is different, as long as he shows a slight strangeness, he will notice that something is wrong, and he will never let him take off his clothes.

Ning Zhe put the jade bottle away again, with an indifferent and fearless expression [naturally to kill him]

When he spoke, icy-cold flames flickered in his dark eyes, which was the power accumulated over the years of killing, without the slightest emotion, making one feel chilling.

Suddenly No. 67 was a little uncertain whether he really liked Ning Yan.

Just when she was about to ask him what was the relationship between him and Ning Yan, he covered his mouth and yawned slightly, his cold expression suddenly softened.

Then he retracted into the soft bedding, rubbed his little face against the jade pillow contentedly, closed his eyes and fell asleep comfortably.

【…】

This fucking...is it time to sleep! ?

No. 67 almost couldn't get up in one breath.

It's just that when Ning Zhelian fell asleep, his eyebrows were frowned uncomfortably, and No. 67 still didn't make a sound.

Ning Zhe had been terribly frozen in the water dungeon for the past few days, and barely closed his eyes, so he slept for a day and a night.

When he woke up, the maid told him respectfully that the prince had already arrested the pharmacist and was waiting for him to deal with him.

Ning Zhe responded softly, and just as he wanted the maid to take him there, he saw Ning Yan push the door and walk in, with a gloomy expression and a hint of anger in his eyes.

Ning Zhe blinked his dark eyes, and called obediently: "Uncle Emperor."

Ning Yan gave him a deep look, his anger gradually subsided, and he put on a peaceful face, "A Zhe, you are awake, the person who bullied you, Uncle Huang, has been arrested, what does A Zhe want to do with him?"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand through Ning Zhe's armpit, picked him up, and brought him to the underground cell.

"Is it okay to deal with it anyway?" Ning Zhe tilted his head, put his arms around his neck, and asked softly.

"Naturally." Ning Yan stroked his long, soft and disheveled hair, and touched his cheek with his lips, "But after dealing with the pharmacist, Ah Zhe must tell the uncle the secret technique, okay?"

Ning Zhe lowered his head and gave a soft "hmm", "Uncle Emperor, I want to go in alone."

At a glance, Ning Yan saw his white and reddish neck, tender and fragile, as if silently seducing people to taste it.

Ning Yan narrowed his eyes, and a look of disgust flashed from his eyes.

He said "OK", put Ning Zhe on the wheelchair, and asked the guards to push him into the execution room.

Ning Yan didn't care much about how he dealt with the pharmacist, there are many Tianqi pharmacists who know witchcraft, and he has no shortage of people.

What's more, with the little emperor's stupid and cruel temperament, at most he would just kill the pharmacist, Ning Yan was not worried at all about what kind of moth he would make.

But after a while, the little emperor came out, and the original pure white clothes were stained with some blood.

Sure enough, he killed people.

Ning Yan's expression remained unchanged, and he patted his head, "Ah Zhe, calm down? Can you tell Uncle the secret technique now?"

Ning Zhe didn't say a word, raised his head, and stared at his throat for a while, his dark eyes were calm and unruffled, clearly reflecting Ning Yan's gentle but hypocritical face.

Ning Yan's eyes moved slightly.

He didn't like the little emperor's look, as if something had escaped his control.

Just when he was about to speak, Ning Zhe suddenly lowered his eyes and said a word meekly: "Okay."

Ning Yan's expression relaxed, and his eyes softened slightly when he looked at him, "Ah Zhe, good boy."

He put his arms around Ning Zhe, hugged him in his arms, and led them to Yunlan Pavilion.

Ning Zhe lay motionless on his shoulder, his soft cheek pressed against his neck, his dull eyes stared at the receding scenery on both sides, and suddenly asked: "Uncle Huang, do you know why I punished that pharmacist? "

Ning Yan was worried about Yunlan's injury, and whenever he had time to deal with him, he said perfunctorily: "He took A Zhe's blood without authorization, and even scratched A Zhe's face, so he must be punished naturally."

Ning Zhe shook his head, "No, Uncle Huang, he kissed my face and touched my body."

"So that's how it is. Ah Zhe's holy body can't be defiled by a pariah. That pharmacist really deserves to die."

Ning Yan's flat voice came from above.

Ning Zhe heard the words, fell silent for a moment, and gently closed his eyes.

——My lord, why did you kill the acting pavilion master? Isn't he the lord's powerful arm?

—He made a fatal mistake, that is, he shouldn't touch you.You are mine, except for me, anyone who dares to touch you should be cut into pieces, have their hands and feet cut off, and be tortured to death.

There were always people who wanted to touch him, but those who said they wanted to kill them were always indifferent.

……

"Azhe, we're here." Ning Yan called him.

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled, slowly opened his eyes, and saw Yun Lan sleeping peacefully on the couch.

Ning Yan patted him on the head, with urgency in his voice, "Go, Azhe, use secret techniques to wake Lan'er up."

Ning turned his eyes, stared at him, and asked slowly: "Uncle Huang, do you know what the price is for me to drive the secret technique?"