I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Yan also thought that Ning Zhe was lying to him, and kicked him again, "Don't pretend to be dead! Talk to this king."

Ning Zhe shook his body, as if he had no skeleton, followed his strength, and fell softly to the ground.

"Do the same old trick again, stupid thing, could it be that I think this king will be tricked by you..."

Ning Yan's sarcastic voice suddenly stopped.

A small face that was as pale as paper and bleeding from all seven orifices instantly came into his eyes.

Only then did Ning Yan see the abnormality on his body.

Strange lines slowly spread out from under the bright red flower behind his ears, and bright blood vessels bulged fiercely under the young man's fair skin, almost bursting at any moment.

Drop by drop, blood oozed out from the delicate skin, soaking the rough cloth red, and soon stained the young man into a bloody man.

Ning Yan's heart beat suddenly, so heavy it almost jumped out of his chest.

As if being pinched by someone's throat, Ning Yan opened his mouth silently, and after a long while, he called out softly: "...Azhe?"

Ning Zhe lay on the ground, as if dead, motionless.

Ning Yan gradually became short of breath, staring closely at Ning Zhe's familiar face bleeding from seven orifices, his head began to ache again.

Where...where, he had seen such a face...where!Where the hell!

Ning Yan was gasping for breath, his mind was in excruciating pain, as if a pair of hands were viciously messing with his mind!

Suddenly, with a "click", something seemed to be broken.

The memory gradually breaks through the confinement, slowly flowing like running water, and is about to flow out...

Ning Yan looked dazed, his eyes were in a trance, as if caught in some memory.

He took a step forward and walked towards Ning in a daze, muttering a name in his mouth: "Ah...Ah Ning..."

Suddenly hearing this name that had been buried for a long time, Yun Lan's eyes suddenly darkened, and she immediately reached out and grabbed Ning Yan's sleeve.

"Get out!" Ning Yan reacted extremely, roared hastily, and pushed Yun Lan away fiercely.

This person who was held in his hands in the past, but now he discarded it like an open shoe.

Yunlan stared blankly, watching him turn around and walk towards Ning step by step, "A-Ning...A-Ning, it's A-Ning..."

"No!" Yunlan scrambled and hugged his legs, crying loudly, "Ayan! Ayan! Wake up, look at Lan'er, didn't you say that you like Lan'er the most? ?"

Ning Yan frowned slightly, his expression was struggling, and his eyes were full of doubts.

Seeing this, Yunlan was overjoyed, knowing that he was not fully awake yet.

His voice became hoarse, his clear voice was full of grief and despair, he stared straight into Ning Yan's eyes, sobbing and sobbing: "Ayan...don't you want Lan'er..."

This scene slowly merged with the blurred face in Ning Yan's mind.

Ning Yan stopped in his tracks, his eyes gradually became clear, and the original trance look faded away like a tide.

"Lan'er?" Ning Yan frowned, looked at Yun Lan who was kneeling on the ground, and immediately pulled him up with distress.

"What are you doing kneeling on the ground? Don't your knees hurt? You've always been weak. What would you do if you fell ill?"

There were still tears on Yunlan's eyelashes, and she looked at him pitifully, "Ayan...do you still want me?"

"What nonsense, why would I not want you." Ning Yan gently wiped away the tears on his face.

A dark light flashed in Yunlan's eyes, but her face was full of anxiety, and she said uneasy: "Then... Ayan, do you still remember what happened just now..."

Ning Yan paused with his fingertips, remembered something, looked down at Ning Zhe who was on the ground, and frowned again.

"It's just that a lowly slave died, what else can happen?"