I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Yan frowned, a little disgusted, but still said patiently: "This king knows that you are afraid of death, this secret technique is indeed a life-for-life exchange, but this king has already found a death row prisoner to replace his life, don't worry, I am sorry for you. It won't matter."

Ning Zhe didn't react when he heard that, he just stared at his face and asked softly: "But Uncle Huang, what if you must exchange my heart for your life?"

Ning Yan's brows and eyes became cold, and his voice was cold: "This secret technique is just a life for another life. I have never heard that it needs to be exchanged with heart. Even if it is necessary, there will be a death row prisoner to replace it, and it will not endanger it. The caster. Ah Zhe, this king has said long ago that I will not touch your heart again, A Zhe, you have repeatedly pushed back, could it be that you have repented now and are unwilling to save Lan'er?"

As soon as the words came out, Ning Zhe's eyelashes trembled suddenly.

Ning Yan paused, feeling that his tone seemed too tough.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, softened his expression, raised his hand to touch Ning Zhe's cheek, and whispered in his ear: "A Zhe, you promised the emperor to save people, you will not lie to the emperor." Uncle, right?"

Seeing that Ning Zhe was still silent, Ning Yan resisted the disgust, moved to the corner of his lips, and touched, "Azhe...you don't even listen to the emperor's uncle? Don't you like the emperor's uncle... ..."

As he spoke, he opened his mouth slightly, tentatively sucking Ning Zhe's soft, waxy and pink lips.

Seeing that Ning Zhe did not refuse, he stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked and grinded his lips, his movements were gentle, as if he was deeply in love.

Ning Zhe looked at him without blinking, and let him bite his lip, his eyes were calm without any ripples.

Ning Yan thought that he was frightened, so he added: "A Zhe, if Lan'er can be saved, the emperor will let A Zhe be his bride, okay?"

Ning Yan thought that this weight would be something Ning Zhe couldn't refuse.

His little nephew secretly admired him regardless of Gang Chang's ethics, but he hid it in his heart and dared not express it.

He doesn't have to do anything, just give the little emperor a little bit of sweetness, and he will obediently come up to him and let him do his bidding.

He was extremely determined in his heart, but he never expected that the little emperor was not as happy as he had imagined. His little face, which was always stained with tears, was expressionless, as calm as if he was not alone.

This expression made him frown, "A Zhe?"

Ning Zhe stared at him for a long time without saying a word.

Those black eyes were surprisingly quiet, so quiet that it was frightening.

For some reason, Ning Yan's heart suddenly ached.

Bursts of severe stabbing pains continued to rise from his chest, as if someone was slashing his heart with a knife. The pain was so painful that he almost thought that his heart had been gouged out and was bleeding.

"Uncle Emperor." In a trance, he heard Ning Zhe's slightly indifferent voice.

He said: "I don't want to be your bride."

The moment he finished speaking, the severe pain in Ning Yan's heart suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Ning Yan gradually regained his composure, and when he heard the little emperor's words, he thought he was going to go back on his word.

He stretched out his hands to tightly clamp the little emperor's chin, stared into his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Azhe, you'd better not disobey the emperor's uncle."

Ning Zhe lowered his eyelashes, avoided his gaze, and said obediently: "I will save people. Uncle Huang, go out, I can't concentrate when you are here."

Ning Yan was dubious, looked at Yun Lan on the couch, thought for a moment, and agreed.

"Okay, Ah Zhe, Uncle Huang will trust you again."

He put Ning Zhe beside the couch and went out.

Ning Zhe looked at his back with a calm expression.

After Ning Yan closed the door and left, he suddenly bent his lips and said without emotion: "Uncle Huang, I have never lied to you."

It's you who've been lying to me.

Ning Zhe's pupils gradually became dim, and the dark pupils were like an endless abyss, swallowing all the light.

[The price of performing secret techniques] No. 67 suddenly spoke, [Actually it is your heart]

Ning Zhe let out a "hmm" [Secret techniques need to be guided by the vitality of the gods to perform them. A hundred years ago, because of this secret technique, the bloodlines of the gods were almost cut off and died. Later, Tianqi abolished the secret technique, and gradually No one knows the secret anymore. 】

No. 67 couldn't help asking 【Then you still promised King Dingbei to save people?Are you really going to use your heart to save this man? 】

Ning Zhe shook his head [I don't have any more]

No?what not?

When No. 67 asked again, Ning Zhe didn't speak.

"Brother Yunlan." He suddenly turned his eyes to look at the person on the couch, and said softly, "So this is the result you want."

67 paused, seeing that he had noticed Yun Lan's strange behavior, so he didn't make another sound to remind him.

The person on the couch had a peerless face, with a calm face and a clear temperament, which was Ning Yan's favorite appearance.

He just needs to lie there quietly, all the wind, rain and pain will be blocked by Ning Yan for him.

Ning Zhe blinked, leaned forward, pressed the dagger in Yunlan's fragile and beautiful throat, and said softly, "Brother Yunlan, if you don't want to wake up, don't wake up for the rest of your life."

Yunlan's eyelashes trembled fiercely, and they actually opened gently. At the same time, the ominous red blood light in his heart gradually faded away.

It turned out that it was not a secret technique, but a deliberate blindfold.

Yunlan stared at Ning Zhe with resentful eyes, "How did you know something that even Ayan didn't find out!"

Ning Zhe raised the corners of his lips, and said softly: "People of the Tianqi royal family, no matter how much their heart veins are injured, they can heal naturally. Brother Yunlan, don't bully me for not knowing anything."

Yun Lan's expression sank, "I underestimated you, Ning Zhe."

As soon as he had finished speaking, he suddenly made a fuss, and the sharp hidden weapon came out of his hand, and went straight to Ning's folded face door.

"Since I've already picked up this face once, why don't you give it to me again!"

"Brother Yunlan was joking. The high priest finally changed my face. How could I give it away for nothing?"

Ning Zhe caught the hidden weapon between his fingers and easily restrained Yunlan. The hidden weapon pierced the back of his hand with his backhand, nailing his right hand tightly to the bed.

Yun Lan opened her mouth to cry out in pain, but Ning Zhe covered her mouth.

"Brother Yunlan, don't make noise, the emperor will be upset." Ning Zhe whispered in his ear.

Yun Lan's eyes widened, her originally indifferent expression became ferocious due to the severe pain in her hand, her whole body trembled unceasingly, her eyes staring at Ning Zhe were filled with fear.

Yun Lan was afraid of Ning Zhe.

No one knew this man's temperament better than Yunlan.

This person in front of him will take revenge, Yunlan tore off his face, and he cut Yunlan's flesh and blood piece by piece, and Yunlan took over his identity, so he gouged out Yunlan's heart with his own hands.

Yunlan will never forget the way he put his hand into his chest with a smile on his lips. He is obviously weak and pitiful, allowing others to bully him, but he is even more cruel than the most vicious ghost in the world!

Seeing Yunlan trembling and frightened, Ning Zhe smiled lightly, a small white and soft hand gently caressed his delicate neck, and his round and clear fingertips slowly rubbed his throat.

"Brother Yunlan, don't be afraid of me, I won't kill you again." Ning Zhe's voice was soft and soft, like clouds floating in the sky, without any danger.

"I just want brother Yunlan to help me with something."