I'm a killer with no emotions

What Ning Zhe asked Yunlan to do was very simple, it was just to ask Ning Yan to take him to the blessing ceremony held in the Xingxing Pavilion a few days later.

Now that Huo Chen's crimes are gone, he is not qualified to participate in this kind of blessing ceremony, and only Ning Yan can take him there.

【What are you going to pray for? 】

【Meet someone】

No. 67 didn't ask who he was going to see.

After a moment of silence, he said [I thought you wanted Yun Lan to kill Ning Yan]

[I won't let others kill him] Ning Zhe's voice was extremely soft.

He was pushed and shoved to the ground by Ning Yan who hurried through the door, lying on the ground, watching him gently hug Yun Lan in his arms and comfort him softly.

Yunlan knew clearly that if she didn't agree, the soft-looking little emperor would really kill him.

He glanced at Ning Zhe who was staring at him, could only hold back his hatred, and told Ning Yan about this, begging him to take the little emperor to the blessing ceremony.

Yun Lan is Ning Yan's favorite baby, so Ning Yan naturally listens to his request.

But in Ning Yan's view, even if the little emperor saved Yunlan, he was the one who killed Yunlan, and he was the one who made Yunlan feel sad and weak.

Yunlan was kind-hearted, and couldn't bear to kill him, and wanted to take him to the blessing ceremony to wash away the blood.

But Ning Yan would not spare him easily, not to mention that he wanted to take the little emperor's heart and blood to cure Yunlan's weakness, so naturally he wanted to save his life for torture.

Only the little emperor was as stupid as a pig, so he really believed that he would let him go.

Ning Yan wanted to be cold in his heart, but gently coaxed Yunlan to sleep on his face, and when he turned around to face the little emperor, he immediately recovered a cold and cruel expression.

He dragged the little emperor back to the cold water prison and locked his hands and feet.

Ning Yan planned to leave directly, but when he thought about Yun Lan's pale face, he turned around again, took out the dagger, mercilessly cut open Ning Zhe's healed wrist, took a whole bottle of blood, and wanted to bring it back to him. Yun Lan mended her body.

The bright red blood quickly spread across Ning Zhe's body, like blooming enchanting succulents, making him even paler, fragile and beautiful.

Ning Yan squinted his eyes, but he had to admit that this little nephew had an excellent appearance.

It's a pity that he has a vicious mind.

"A Zhe," Ning Yan said, asking him, "Why didn't you ask Uncle Huang this time why he didn't let you go?"

Ning Zhe leaned against the wall, quietly watching him cut his wrist, without speaking.

Seeing his lifeless appearance, neither crying nor laughing, Ning Yan felt a little annoying for some reason.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch Ning Zhe's chin, and was satisfied to see his frowning and pained look, and those empty black eyes seemed to come alive for a moment, with tears glistening.

But he still pursed his lips and remained silent, completely different from the usual crying and crying appearance.

Ning Yan didn't like the little emperor's expression very much, so he couldn't help shouting coldly at him: "Are you dumb? Talk!"

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, not giving him any reaction.

Ning Yan's gaze sank, staring coldly at his beautiful and well-behaved face.

Suddenly, his eyes turned, and his eyes fell on the two pale and delicate lips of the little emperor.

Ning Yan's eyes moved slightly - he still remembered the feeling of kissing the little emperor.

Those lips were soft and sweet, like candy, almost melting in his mouth, and the sweet juice seemed to flow into the bottom of his heart.

It was obviously a play, but he couldn't help but miss it.

Ning Yan's eyes gradually darkened, and he leaned closer to the little emperor's face, "A Zhe, aren't you willing to do whatever you want, then let me try..."

He stuck to the tip of the little emperor's nose, grabbed those soft lips that he had coveted for a long time, forcibly pried open his jaw with his tongue, and teased him wantonly in his mouth.

Ning Zhe suddenly opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to push back.

This action made Ning Yan extremely displeased, thinking that he wanted to refuse but also to welcome, so he raised his hand and slapped him, "Idiot! Don't you like me? If that's the case, why are you unhappy if I satisfy you?" of?"

Ning Zhe was trembling all over, desperately reaching out that bloody hand to push him.

Ning Yan's eyes turned cold, he grabbed the wrist suddenly, and snapped it hard, breaking the bones of his hand.

Ning Zhe whimpered and couldn't help crying: "No, I don't like you...I don't like you at all..."

Ning Yan snorted coldly: "Why are you pretending to be chaste? Ning Zhe, you are just a lowly bastard with a dirty mind! This king kindly gave you alms, you should be grateful and kneel down and accept it!"

After finishing speaking, he pressed the little emperor's lips fiercely, and demanded more fiercely from his mouth, at the same time, he reached out and roughly tore the little emperor's clothes.

A pale and thin but extremely beautiful body was exposed to the cold air, and tears rolled down from the eyes of the little emperor, making him look even more beautiful and pitiful.

Ning Yan's breathing became more and more heavy.

He felt like he was addicted.

The little emperor's lips were familiar to him and excited him.

Let him desperately want more from him.

He pushed the little emperor to the cold and hard ground, leaned over to press him, eagerly kissed his lips, stretched out his hand and tore off the last piece of clothes on his body indiscriminately.

Suddenly, Ning Yan's eyes froze.

He saw a horrible winding scar across the heart of the little emperor, which was as white as porcelain, like a huge disgusting centipede lying on his body, it was extremely dazzling.

In an instant, my heart ached like a knife.

Countless chaotic fragments flashed before Ning Yan's eyes, and something clamored to emerge from the depths of his mind, causing him a splitting headache, and his heart beat violently, almost exploding from his chest.

How could this be... yes, it's the little emperor...

Panting heavily, Ning Yan struggled to stand up, and kicked the little emperor hard in the stomach, with a grim expression: "Bitch! What have you done to this king!"

Ning Zhe let out a muffled snort, suddenly arched his body, curled up tightly, and coughed non-stop.

As if the gate had been opened, the blood poured out from the corner of his mouth, mixed with the blood gushing from his wrist, almost dyed his whole body into a blood man.

Ning Yan's head hurt even more, and his eyes were almost stained red by the blood.

"Ah... ah..."

A name was about to come out of his mind, Ning Yan held his head tightly, panting violently, and was about to say the name——

"My lord."

Suddenly, a voice awakened Ning Yan.

Ning Yan suddenly came back to his senses, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The pain and fluster just now receded like a tide, as if nothing had happened.

Ning Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he collected himself and managed to regain his composure.

He turned around and saw that it was a member of the thirteen guards.

"what's up?"

"Mr. Yun has a heart attack, and he keeps calling the prince's name."

Ning Yan frowned fiercely, turned his head to look at Ning Zhe who was curled up on the ground with disgust, "Understood, this king will go over immediately."

After saying that, he turned and left indifferently, the little emperor who was naked and weak and dying without any regard.

Ning Zhe kept coughing up blood, lying powerlessly in the muddy pool of blood, the man's heartless and cold back was reflected in his blurred vision.

The continuous loss of blood made him weaker and weaker. Every breath felt like a knife was being scraped in his body. Ning Zhe gradually closed his eyes, and a drop of tears overflowed his eyes.

"Master... on..."

Aning...it hurts...