I'm a killer with no emotions

"I entrusted the prime minister to do, can the prime minister handle it well?"

Ning Zhi turned his head to ask questions, the face of the young man who resembled Ning Zhe was full of ruthlessness.

In his eyes, Ning Zhe is just a stupid idiot who can't make waves at all. What he said at this moment naturally refers to the assassination of Dingbei King Ningyan.

Qin Shen lowered his eyes, hiding the gloom in them, "It's ready."

"Okay!" The young man in dragon robe laughed heartily, "In that case, the prime minister will come with me to pay a visit to the emperor's uncle!"

In a side hall of Xingxing Pavilion, Ning Yan was staring coldly at the young priest, "Say it again."

The handsome priest in white had a calm expression, "It's the same no matter how many times I say it, there is nothing wrong with Mr. Yun's health."

Ning Yan narrowed his eyes with a dangerous expression: "Do you know what will happen if you lie to me?"

The priest bowed his hands to him, not afraid of threats: "Your Highness, if you don't believe me, it's fine. The Zodiac Pavilion is not a medical center, and it can't cure people who are moaning without illness. Your Highness should take people away as soon as possible."

After all, he directly left Ning Yan and left with a group of people.

Ning Yan stared at his back, and asked the guard beside him, "Who is this priest?"

"My lord, this person's name is Xing Su, and he is the most powerful person among the younger generation of servants in the Xingxing Pavilion. It is rumored that he will be the next pavilion master."

The guard paused, and added, "When the emperor offered sacrifices, this person presided over the ceremony. I heard...he had friendship with the emperor."

The implication is that Xing Su's words cannot be trusted.

Ning Yan's eyes darkened slightly, and he looked at Yun Lan on the couch.

Yun Lan had already woken up at this moment, just in time to hear the priest's words.

Seeing Ning Yan's eyes, his pupils shrank, and there was a ray of sadness in his clear and moist eyes: "Ayan... Ayan, don't you believe in Lan'er?"

Looking at his eyes, Ning Yan thought of another pair of more beautiful eyes for some reason.

It's just that the owner of those eyes disgusted him for no reason.

Seeing him staring at her silently, Yun Lan felt ruthless, took out the dagger for self-defense and stabbed it in the heart.

"Ayan doesn't believe me, so what's the point of my life..."

Ning Yan suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately stretched out his hand to hold the dagger, preventing Yunlan from committing suicide.

"What are you thinking about, how could I not believe you?" Ning Yan removed the dagger from his hand.

Yun Lan raised her head in surprise, "Ayan, is what you said true?"

Ning Yan laughed, "I will never lie to you."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Yan froze for a moment, and felt an inexplicable familiar feeling in his heart.

It seems that he has said this to someone else before...

While Ning Yan was in a daze, Yun Lan's exclamation suddenly sounded, interrupting his train of thought: "A Yan...your hand!"

In a moment of desperation, Ning Yan directly grasped the blade of the dagger, but in the end Yun Lan was fine, but Ning Yan's palm was cut by the dagger so that the flesh turned outward and blood flowed profusely.

Seeing the guards bandaging Ning Yan's wound, Yunlan blamed herself immensely, "Ayan... I'm sorry, Ayan, Lan'er didn't do it on purpose, Lan'er was wrong..."

"Don't think too much, it's not your fault." Ning Yan stretched out his hand to embrace him, and changed the subject, "Is Lan'er still hurting?"

Yunlan breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed against his arms, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

It was just pretending, but it was just to distract Ning Yan so that Ning Zhi could deal with Ning Zhe, but he almost exposed himself unexpectedly.

If he hadn't committed suicide ruthlessly to Ming Zhi, Ning Yan might have become suspicious of him.

I can't wait any longer, otherwise I will expose myself sooner or later, and I must do it before Ayan finds out.

A dim light flashed across Yun Lan's eyes, and soon disappeared without a trace.

After bandaging the wound, Ning Yan was about to take Yunlan out of the Xingxing Pavilion. At this moment, an unexpected visitor came from outside the hall.

Ning Yan stared at the young man in the bright yellow dragon robe, "What's the matter?"

"Why can't I go to the emperor's uncle to talk about the old days?" Ning Zhi smiled lightly, while arguing with Ning Yan, he casually glanced at Qin Shen who was beside him from the corner of his eye.

Ning Yan keenly noticed his strangeness, and turned his head to look at Qin Shen, his eyes darkened: "Oh? Could it be that Prime Minister Qin also came to reminisce with this king?"

Qin Shen's eyes flickered slightly, and his hands hidden in the wide sleeves moved slightly.

A faint light shone on his fingertips, and at the same time, a tiny blood-red flower loomed from Ning Yan's throat, which was not noticed by anyone.

"The humble minister dare not, it is the emperor's love that allows the humble minister to accompany him."

Qin Shen's posture was gentle and respectful, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Ning Yan narrowed his eyes, "It's better to reminisce about the past, Lan'er is not feeling well, and this king is in a hurry to return home."

After that, I want to leave.

Ning Zhi shot suddenly, blocked his way, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, uncle, I brought an imperial doctor with me in the ceremonial guard, let him come and treat Mr. Yun, how about it?"

Ning Yan looked down at him coldly, with an extremely imposing aura, "I'll just say it once, get out of the way!"

In normal times, Ning Zhi had already retreated in fear, but now, Ning Zhi was staring at the increasingly bright blood flower around his neck, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

Few people in the world know that in the scholarly Qin family, there is a vicious but omnipotent killing spell.

The caster of the spell doesn't need to use his hands, he only needs to leave a mark on the person, and he can take the person's life silently from a hundred steps away.

Judging from the current situation, Qin Shen will soon succeed.

As long as the flower is completely imprinted on Ning Yan's body, he will definitely die!

……

In the quiet bamboo forest, a ray of light lightly casts on the front of the house, silently shining on the man in white standing at the door, making him look like a god, extremely noble and indifferent.

Ning Zhe struggled to slide down from the chair, put his hands on the ground, and crawled towards him with difficulty.

The man in white looked down at him motionless, his gray eyes reflected Ning Zhe's distressed appearance.

Ning Zhe doesn't care about being seen by him.

He slowly crawled to the feet of the man in white, reached out and grabbed one corner of his clothes, shaking it slightly, "Master... Please, help me..."

The dirty black hands left a black mark on the snow-white robe.

The man in white glanced lightly, but said nothing.

He opened his mouth and said to Ning Zhe: "I said before, I am not your master, so be careful."

The voice is like a person, like a cloud like smoke, indifferent and ethereal, invisible and rejects people thousands of miles away.

Ning folded his long eyelashes and changed his words meekly: "High Priest, please help me..."

The high priest asked him, "What do you want to do?"

Ning Zhe glanced at his weak legs hanging on the ground, and a flash of fire flashed across his eyes, "I beg the high priest...help me heal my legs. As long as it can be cured, the high priest asks me to do anything, even ...Even if the high priest asks me to pay for my life, I will agree."

The high priest was not moved, his pair of gray eyes were as foggy as clouds, as if he could see through the world, transparent, but ruthless and indifferent.

He looked at Ning Zhe, and asked lightly, "Do you want to heal your leg and kill Yunlan again?"

Ning Zhe tightened his grip on the hem of his clothes slightly, acquiescing.