I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe was thrown on the ground, and the back of his delicate hand wiped the ground, immediately rubbing off a small piece of skin, and blood beads appeared.

But he didn't have time to cry out the pain, the snow wolf was drooling and approached him with a foul smell.

The severe pain of yesterday's body being torn apart was still vivid in his memory, Ning Zhe trembled all over and shook his head in horror.

"No, General...don't..."

Huo Chen had a warm smile on his face, but there was a sharp knife in his eyes, which pierced straight into Ning Zhe's heart.

He said: "Your Majesty, you deserve this."

Ning Zhe's pupils dilated instantly.

Seeing that the two snow wolves were about to pounce, No. 67 immediately said [Quick!Go to seek the King of the North! 】

Ning Zhe turned his head and glanced at Ning Yan, who stared at him expressionlessly, with no waves in his eyes.

Ning Zhe resisted in his heart.

He didn't want to have anything to do with Ning Yan.

No. 67 said angrily [fuck!Go any further and you'll be bitten! 】

Life is always more important than face.

Ning Zhe thought about it, gritted his teeth, and struggled to crawl towards Ning Yan's feet.

Huo Chen didn't stop him, and watched him move with interest.

Ning Zhe stretched out his hand and grabbed Ning Yan's robe, his big eyes filled with tears, and Ai Ai cried miserably: "Uncle Emperor, please, save me... save me..."

Seeing him touching her, Ning Yan couldn't help frowning slightly, and a look of displeasure flashed in her deep eyes.

But he didn't put Ning Zhe aside immediately, but stared closely at his tearful eyes.

Seeing this, Ning Zhe suddenly understood the purpose of his trip.

While crying, he deliberately wiped away tears with the back of his injured hand.

Under Ning Yan's watchful eyes, the scratch on the back of the hand that was just thrown by Huo Chen slowly recovered, and a new piece of skin grew again.

Ning Yan narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and stretched out his hand towards Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe looked up at him, a gleam of light appeared in his eyes full of despair, and tremblingly grasped the hand he extended.

Ning Yan held his finger and put it in his palm to examine it for a long time.

Those hands, the backs are smooth and white, the phalanges are handsome and beautiful, and there is no sign of being injured just now.

He glanced at the embarrassed Ning Zhe, and suddenly said, "I want this person."

Huo Chen put down the teacup and attracted a snow wolf.

The originally fierce and fierce Snow Wolf was surprisingly obedient under his command, obediently lying at his feet.

While stroking Snow Wolf's head, Huo Chen said to Ning Yan unhurriedly: "My lord, as soon as the oracle comes out, no one in the world knows that the emperor of the ancient country of Da Viet is a treasure. If you take it away so easily, I will feel heartbroken." of."

When he said the last sentence, he looked at Ning Zhe and said it.

Half a month ago, King Ningzhi of Pingnan led his courtiers to force the palace, and Emperor Dayue was forced to abdicate to give way to the virtuous, and was imprisoned in the deep palace.

Huo Chen led his troops into the palace, made a deal with Ning Zhi, and took the emperor away.

Not long after that, an oracle came out from the astrology pavilion in the palace, saying that Ning Zhe, the deposed emperor of the ancient kingdom of Dayue, was the bloodline of the ancient gods.

Its flesh and blood can live and die, its muscles and bones can make artifacts, its soul can live forever, its tears are like a peerless elixir, and it can heal even the most serious injuries.

Ning Yan found him after hearing the news.

His little emperor is really a treasure that everyone fights for.

Huo Chen sneered in his heart, a cold light burst out of his eyes, the depth of hatred was chilling.

Ning Zhe shuddered, lowered his head, and covered the complex emotions in his eyes.

Huo Chen has gone crazy, he is no longer the heroic and brave general he used to be.

Ning Zhe couldn't help shrinking towards Ning Yan's feet.

Ning Yan frowned and glanced at him, then looked at Huo Chen with a calm expression, and said in a calm voice, "What do you want?"

Huo Chen pursed his lips: "Military power."

Ning Yan said indifferently: "Yes, tomorrow the Japanese king will send someone to bring the official seal and official robe of the commander of the Southern Camp."

[You are so cheap in your uncle's heart] No. 67 suddenly spoke, the tone was cold and indifferent, as if there was a hint of gloating.

Huo Chen couldn't help laughing, "Is the prince insulting the emperor's worth?"

Ning Yan frowned, his eyes darkened slightly, "What exactly do you want?"

Huo Chen's eyes fell on Ning Zhe who was kneeling awkwardly at his feet, and he showed a cruel and sinister smile: "This body's delicate skin and tender flesh are worthy of the post of the North Commander-in-Chief. Are you right? ,emperor?"

When he was talking, he kept stroking the ferocious fur of the snow wolf under his palm, as if reminding Ning Zhe something.

Ning Zhe's eyelashes trembled slightly, his fingers curled up slightly, and he clenched Ning Yan's clothes.

Ning Yan lowered his head and glanced at the frail young man who was hugging his calf tightly.

Ning Zhe met his indifferent gaze, and couldn't help shouting with trembling lips: "Huang...Uncle Huang..."

Ning Yan was silent for a moment, then leaned over and hugged him.

"Okay, my king agrees with you."

Huo Chen smiled and threw him a small milky white jade bottle.

"Wipe this on the broken tendons in his ankles, and he will be able to reattach them himself."

Ning Yan didn't pick it up, the bottle fell to the ground and shattered, and the clear potion spilled all over the floor.

Huo Chen glanced at Ning Zhe, who was pale, and sighed, "It's a pity, this is the only antidote for Rouge, and it just disappeared."

Seeing that Ning Zhe trembled and his expression became more and more desperate, a dark light flashed in Huo Chen's eyes, and he said with a malicious smile: "It seems that the emperor's leg...is completely hopeless."

Ning Yan's expression was indifferent, he didn't care, and said coolly: "It's okay, there's no need."

He walked out of the house with Ning Zhe in his arms, without looking at the antidote scattered on the ground.

Ning Zhe leaned on his shoulder and clenched his fingers tightly.

On the 67th, it was a rare discovery of conscience, and comforted him [It’s okay, as long as you work hard to do the task, when I have more energy, I can consider helping you detoxify and connect your hamstrings, don’t worry, I won’t charge you money]

【Thank you, but no need, I can connect it myself】

[Then why... did you do it on purpose? 】

Ning Zhe nodded and didn't say much.

He had no strength in his body, and lay softly on Ning Yan's body.

A wound on his back was corroded by carmine, and the flesh and blood could not heal.Ning Yan hugged him, and his hands just covered there, Ning Zhe was so hurt that he couldn't speak a word.

No. 67 snorted [delicate]

Ning Zhe ignored him.

Walking outside the mansion, Ning Yan carried him to the side of the carriage, opened the curtain, and threw him into the carriage.

Like throwing an insignificant item, there is no emotion at all.

Ning Zhe rolled into the carriage, and the wound on his back touched the sharp wooden horn, causing him to gasp in pain, arched his body and curled up tightly in the carriage.

Ning Yan only glanced at it, then put down the curtain expressionlessly.

The long suit handed over a brocade handkerchief, and Ning Yan frowned, carefully wiping his slender fingers clean one by one.

"My lord, are you going back home?"

Ning Yan nodded, "Take it to the dungeon, and wait for this king to go back and deal with it."

He didn't say who it was, but everyone knew it.

The guard responded, and when Ning Yan rode away, he also drove the carriage.

The carriage was not stable, Ning Zhe was lying in it, and every now and then a shake would hit the wound.

He cried with tears in his eyes, then stretched out his fingers to soak the tears and wiped them on his back.

But it wasn't very useful, the carmine was extremely poisonous, even his tears had no effect, it hurt as much as it should.

Ning Zhe frowned tightly, closing his eyes and weeping quietly.

Number 67 suddenly sighed [Why didn't you tell Huo Chen the truth?If he knew that you were not the emperor, and those orders were not issued by you, he would not torture you like this]

Ning Zhe said lightly [If you say it, you will have no money]

【Really】

Ning Zhe suddenly pursed his lips, didn't speak any more, and quietly stared at the intricate patterns on the car wall.

The sunlight came in through the swaying car curtain and fell on his face, like a warm golden rim covering him.

Number 67 suddenly realized that his host's face was really pretty.

The palm-sized face has well-proportioned facial features, curved eyebrows, big black and bright eyes, a small and exquisite nose, and soft lips with a beautiful light pink color.

Such a quiet and silent appearance, extremely soft and pitiful, so well-behaved, it makes people tremble.

But it was also dead silent, like a lifeless rag doll.

No. 67 was silent for a while, then suddenly said 【Do you watch TV】

Ning Zhe blinked.