I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe's jet-black pupils moved slightly, and his originally dull eyes regained some light.

He saw the person in front of him clearly.

His long eyebrows are like distant mountains, his black eyes are like clear springs, his skin is as clear and fair as the snow in Tianshan Mountains, and his facial features are as handsome and clear as the pines in the mountains.

Wearing a green shirt, a gentleman is like a bamboo.

He was clearly a dignified, elegant, gentle and harmless son, yet Ning Zhe's whole body tensed up.

He felt a cold chill from the person in front of him.Like a venomous tongue sticking out tightly around his neck, his breath was cold and slippery, extremely dangerous.

Shengsheng awakened Ning Zhe's thoughts of killing that had been buried in his heart for many years.

Ning Zhe squeezed his trembling fingers tightly, and couldn't help shrinking back.

Qin Shen didn't know what the young man was thinking.

He raised his cold fingertips, touched the enchanting red mole on the center of Ning Zhe's eyebrows, and said softly: "It seems that General Huo finally sacrificed the emperor. He once said that he would protect the emperor for the rest of his life, but now Between Dayue and the emperor, he still chose the people of Dayue."

Qin Shen looked at Ning Zhe's quiet eyes, and asked him softly, "Your Majesty, how does it feel to be sacrificed?"

The sacrifice is an existence abandoned by the world. Time will not leave traces on him, and the gods will no longer bless him. He will never be loved by anyone in his life.

The sacrificed soul will endure the pain of karmic fire for eternity until the soul is gone.

Young man, he probably won't live long.

Perhaps, this is the retribution for his years of cruelty and injustice.

Qin Shen's eyes lingered on the young man's mole for a long time before lowering his eyes to look at his legs.

Those legs were limp and limp, drooping on the ground, strands of blood were rubbed out of the delicate skin, seeping out through the rough cloth shirt, just looking at it hurt to the bone.

Qin Shen stretched out his finger and touched it lightly, "Does it hurt?"

Ning Zhe opened a pair of black eyes, did not speak or move, just stared at him like that.

He was dressed in Qin Shen's snow-white fox fur, with a soft bun face and a pair of big and black eyes. He looked like a little white cat with all its hair standing up and watching the enemy vigilantly.

Qin Shen couldn't help but soften his expression, "Three years have passed, so the emperor still remembers me."

As he spoke, a dim light shimmered on his fingertips, and slowly penetrated into Ning Zhe's body through the wound.

A cool feeling flooded into the body, and soon, the wound on Ning Zhe's leg healed completely.

This is a healing magic.

The ancient country of Dayue has served the God for a long time, and the divine arts were prevalent and prosperous in the early days.

But since Shangshen fell more than 300 years ago, his divine power has gradually declined, and now there are only a few people with divine power in the whole country, and most of them have been collected by the Zhanxing Pavilion.

And ordinary people, even if they have supernatural power, are very weak. Like the person in front of him, he can perform spells without chanting formulas. Ning Zhe has only seen a few of them.

"You..." Ning Zhe's eyes moved slightly, and he opened his mouth softly, but his voice was extremely dry and hoarse, as thin as a mosquito.

"Who are you?"

Qin Shen paused his fingertips when he heard the words, and couldn't help raising his eyes to look at him carefully.

The little emperor hasn't changed much in the past three years, his face has grown a little bit, but he still has a childish look, and the look in his eyes is very strange.

It turned out that he didn't recognize it.

"Your Majesty, since you can't remember your subject, why are you still so afraid?"

Qin Shen wiped off the dust on his cheeks with his fingertips, his eyes were so clear that no emotion could be seen.

Ning Zhe's hair was standing on end, and the killing intent in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, so he couldn't help turning his head to avoid his caressing.

Seeing him like this, Qin Shen didn't force him, and calmly withdrew his hand, "It's just a one-sided relationship, so it's okay if the emperor doesn't remember."

Ning Zhe stared at his eyebrows, but he couldn't remember when he saw him anyway.

Perhaps...the one who knew him was the emperor.

Ning Zhe soon understood.

"Your Majesty, let's go together." Suddenly, the young man's calm voice rang in his ears, breaking Ning Zhe's thoughts.

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled, and he couldn't help but look up at him, "...go?"

"Let's go. Leave Huo Chen, leave Ningyan, leave Dayue, and never have to suffer from these tortures again." Qin Shen looked into his eyes, his voice was gentle, with a subtle hint of bewitching intent.

The biting wind of winter blew past, even though it was mild, it also brought a chill.

Ning Zhe felt the shadowy cold feeling when he was watching him again.

Just like he was thrown into the snake pond used to punish people in the Zongheng Pavilion before, countless slimy poisonous snakes walked on his body, tentatively stretching out their sharp fangs towards him.

Ning Zhe's eyes gradually burst into flames, and his blood was blurred, which almost swallowed his sanity.

"Do not."

Ning Zhe bit the tip of his tongue, tried his best to stay awake, and spit out a word.

Qin Shen heard that he refused without hesitation, but his expression didn't change much, he still looked like the upright and elegant young master Wushuang.

"Since this is the case, I will not persecute the emperor."

Qin Shen straightened up calmly, flicked his sleeves, then lowered his eyes and said to him: "The emperor will be more careful at the blessing ceremony later."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the guards of the Dingbei Palace who were facing him with swords, and left straight away.

All the guards were taken aback by his look, and couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Those eyes were clearly calm and gentle, but for some reason, it made them feel like someone was holding their throat tightly, almost suffocating.

Seeing Qin Shen leave, no one dared to stop him for a while.

The guard who had been sent flying by Qin Shen had recovered at this moment. He didn't dare to do anything to Qin Shen, but he took all his anger on Ning Zhe.

Roughly tore off the fox fur on his body, kicked him on the stomach again, trampled on those soft little hands, and cursed in a very unpleasant way.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, hugged his head, and curled up tightly on the ground, coughing up blood from the corner of his mouth.

Qin Shen hadn't gone far, and when he heard the movement, he glanced back, but after a while, he looked away lightly, turned around and left.

The young master who had treated the little emperor tenderly just now was not moved in the slightest.

Ning Zhe was dragged into the Xingxing Pavilion by the guards.

Many people gathered around the altar, Ning Yan was among them, with the beautiful and moving Yunlan in his arms.

He was surrounded by many courtiers, all of whom praised him for being on par with Yunlan.

Yun Lan pursed her smile, with a clear and shallow smile, full of unparalleled elegance.

Seeing Ning Zhe being brought over, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, raised his head and said something to Ning Yan.

Ning Zhe saw the handsome man in black raised his lips, stroked the top of his hair tenderly, and smiled with him.

It made Yunlan's cheeks reddish, and she buried her cheeks deeply in his arms, feeling very ashamed.

Ning Yan also looked down at him, his eyes were full of tenderness that Ning Zhe couldn't get.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, Mr. Yun is unparalleled, but in a place where no one is looking, he curled his lips and looked at Ning proudly. His white face squirmed slightly, ferocious and twisted.

Ning Zhe stretched out the tip of his soft scarlet tongue, licked his dry lips, lowered his long eyelashes slightly, and concealed the burning fire in his eyes.