I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe's uncle, titled King Dingbei.

Ningyan, the king of Dingbei, is the late emperor's youngest son. His mother, the Yun family, was born in a hermit family.

Ning Yan has been honored and pampered since he was a child, and he is the most respected person in the ancient country of Dayue except for the emperor.

And his people are good at planning, and the city is extremely deep.

After the death of the first emperor, the prince came to the throne, Dingbei Wang Ningyan assisted the government, took the opportunity to win over the courtiers, and monopolized the power.

Before the emperor had a firm foothold in the court, Ningyan had already quickly established a huge power of his own.

His power and prestige is too strong, and has always been a thorn in the emperor's heart.From time to time, the emperor would order Ning Zhe to be a stumbling block to the King of the North, which made Ning Yan even more disgusted with the stupid and pig-like emperor, and sent people to assassinate Ning Zhe many times overtly and secretly.

Ning Zhe didn't want to see that person again.

But Huo Chen didn't care about his thoughts.

With a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred in his throat, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and the hundreds of wronged souls of his Huo family dreamed every night, tortured him so much that he couldn't sleep all night, and wished to cut the emperor into pieces immediately.

Seeing Ning Zhe keep shrinking into the quilt, a sneer flashed in Huo Chen's eyes, he stepped forward to grab him by the neck, and pulled him out of the quilt.

Ning Zhe was strangled by him, and his face paled instantly, almost suffocating.

His hamstrings were broken, and a pair of straight and slender legs hung down feebly. He couldn't even flop, and he could only open his mouth in vain, like a fish that was about to dry up and die after leaving the shore.

With a blank expression on his face, Huo Chen threw him to the waiting maid, "It's cleaned up, bring it here."

The maid responded respectfully and retreated with Ning Zhe.

Several maids took Ning Zhe to a hot spring in the backyard, took off his messy and dirty clothes, and began to wash his wounds and filth, with very rude actions.

Ning Zhe was trembling with pain, and tears were streaming down his face.

67 Disgusted to death [You are also a killer anyway, why are you so weak]

Ning Zhe ignored him and kept crying.

Tears rolled down from his eye sockets and fell on those hideous wounds. The wounds that were originally bloody and bloody healed into scars at an extremely fast speed, and finally fell off, returning to a piece of white and delicate skin.

In a short period of time, except for the wounds on his collarbone and ankle, all his old injuries had disappeared.

The maid who was bathing him was stunned, thinking that the oracle was true, the little emperor of the ancient country of Da Yue, even tears are treasures.

No. 67 Liangliang said [Why bother, you can cry now, you will be beaten by Huo Chen when you go out later]

Ning Zhe sniffed and didn't speak.

67 thought for a while, and said to him [I will see King Dingbei later, you go and beg him to take you away, otherwise you will be tortured to death by Huo Chen if you continue like this, and you still have to do a fart task]

【He will not agree】

No one knows better than Ning Zhe how much Ning Yan really hates the emperor, so much that even looking at him feels disgusting.

Every time Ning Zhe talked about government affairs with him, Ning Yan would stand five feet away from him, never approaching him, and never looking him in the eye.

How could such a person save him?

No. 67 reassures him [Dingbei King is here this time to take you away]

Ning Zhe frowned, unable to think of the reason why Ning Yan saved him.

A month ago, the emperor murdered [-] soldiers, and the whole country was outraged. The emperor's younger brother, Pingnan Wang Ningzhi, conspired to usurp the throne, seized his emperor's position, and imprisoned him in the dark room of the palace.

This incident was caused by Ning Yan's secret contribution.

Since he was going to be put to death, why bother to save him?

He couldn't figure it out, but ignored that No. 67 said "take away", not "rescue".

After cleaning, the maid put on a brand new white robe for Ning Zhe and took him to see Huo Chen.

Huo Chen was sitting in the living room talking with someone, when he saw him come in, an expression of unknown meaning flashed across his handsome and cold face.

Ning Zhe flinched in cooperation and lowered his head.

Huo Chen walked up to him and stared at him.

The little emperor's eyes were slightly red, probably from crying, his fair skin was blush from the hot water, water beads were still hanging on the ends of his black hair, and the wound on his soft and waxy face had healed completely. She didn't look hideous and ugly just now, but her red lips and white teeth made her very cute.

"Your Majesty has such a nice little face."

The rough fingertips with thin calluses caressed Ning Zhe's cheeks very gently.

His cheeks were tingling, Ning Zhe looked at Huo Chen's sullen eyes, and always felt that he wanted to tear his face apart.

But Huo Chen quickly moved his hand away, smiled at him, and then picked him up from the wheelchair.

"Since the prince is worried about the miracles mentioned in the oracle, let's come and inspect the goods."

Huo Chen said something to the man in the black brocade robe behind him, and walked to him with Ning Zhe in his arms.

Hearing this, the man in Xuanyi looked down at Ning Zhe.

Those eyes were cold and piercing, as if looking at a piece of goods.

Ning Zhe called out tremblingly: "Uncle Emperor..."

Ning Yan didn't seem to hear him, and ignored him, turned his head and said indifferently to Huo Chen, "Let's test it."

Huo Chen raised his hand to summon a guard, and after a few orders, the guard left the door.

While waiting, Huo Chen sat down with Ning Zhe in his arms, and casually took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the snack plate on the table beside him, and handed it to Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe was flattered and gave him a cautious look.

Seeing Huo Chen staring at him with a smile on his face, Ning Zhe quickly lowered his head, stretched out the tip of his pink tongue, and licked it tentatively.

Seeing that Huo Chen wasn't playing tricks on him, Ning Zhe felt relieved and started eating.

He only ate a small piece of steamed bun yesterday, and he was really hungry now, so he finished the pastry quickly in one bite.

The man in the black robe kept watching Ning Zhe with cold eyes, but Ning Zhe pretended not to notice.

After he finished eating, Huo Chen wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, lowered his head and asked him, "Are you full?"

Ning Zhe nodded.

"Anything else?"

Ning Zhe shook his head obediently, "No more."

In fact, his stomach was still flustered, but he was worried that if he shook his head, his head would fall to the ground the next moment.

For Huo Chen to give him something to eat, he was already showing mercy.

Ning Zhe knows how to make himself suffer less.

Huo Chen was very satisfied with his sense of humor, glanced out, and suddenly sighed.

"But Your Majesty, you are full, and Snow Wolf is still hungry..."

At this time, the guard who went out earlier has returned, holding two white wolves in his hands.

The moment Ning Zhe saw the two wolves, his blood froze instantly and his heart began to tremble.

"General... General..." Ning Zhe curled his fingers together, and grasped the skirt of the person in front of him tightly.

"Don't be afraid, your majesty, you won't die."

Huo Chen smiled softly, grabbed his wrist without any resistance, threw him off his body roughly, and threw him in front of the two wolves.

He looked at Ning Zhe with his deep eyes, but smiled at Ning Yan who was on the side: "My lord, you can see what is real—immortality."