I'm a killer with no emotions

It is said that the relationship between the little emperor of Dayue and the king of Dingbei has always been incompatible.

After the little emperor was captured, he was tortured by Ning Yan in a water prison. Ning Yan even wanted to take his blood and heart to save his sweetheart.

But for some reason, the little emperor put himself in a dangerous situation in order to save Ning Yan.

If he knew that Ning Yan was about to die, how would he react?

The man was excitedly waiting to see the little emperor break down and cry in despair, but the young man lowered his head with no expression on his face.

This made the man suddenly lose interest in what he said next.

"Tsk, boring."

The man snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Ning Zhe felt that the cold breath around him gradually dissipated, he couldn't help but slightly raised his head, and blinked in confusion.

——This time, why didn't Ning Yan cut his hand and let the blood out?

Ning Zhe didn't want to understand, because the sky would soon be dawn.

A team of guards came in, unshackled his hands, and led him out.

The sun came out of the prison, and the warm sunshine permeated Ning Zhe's body, making him feel a warmth that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Why are you in a daze, let's go!" The guard pushed him roughly from behind.

Ning Zhe staggered a few steps, pursed his lips, and looked back in the direction of the guard.

The guard was palpitated by him for no reason.

"You... what are you looking at! A dying prisoner, I'm still afraid that you won't succeed!"

The guards had the courage to pull the chain around Ning Zhe's neck and force him to Yunlan Pavilion.

The windows in the small pavilion are bright and clean, the tulle is blowing with the wind, the dark fragrance is wafting faintly, the night pearl is quietly emitting a faint light, and the charcoal fire is still burning in the stove.

It was in stark contrast to the cold and crude water prison where Ning Zhe lived.

When Ning Zhe was brought, Ning Yan was healing Yunlan.

Seeing Ning Zhe being dragged by the chain around his neck by the guard and stumbling in, he couldn't help but sullen, and suddenly became murderous towards the guard.

Before Ning Yan could speak, Yun Lan suddenly cried out in pain, pulling Ning Yan's attention away.

Ning Yan hastily withdrew his internal energy, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Does your heart hurt again?"

Yun Lan frowned, and shook her head forbearance.

He was injured internally by that man at night, and Ning Yan didn't realize that he had no choice but to lie about an assassin attacking him.

Fortunately, Ning Yan didn't do much research, so Yun Lan was relieved.

"I'm fine, Ayan, don't worry..."

As Yunlan said, she clutched her heart tightly, sweating all over her head, as if she was holding back the pain.

How can this be okay.

Ning Yan immediately looked sideways at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and said in a deep voice: "I can't wait for Lan'er's body, no matter what method you use, I have to change my heart today!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar glanced at Ning Zhe and sighed.

He had told King Dingbei before that the little emperor was weak and could not bear the pain of heart-changing. If he did not recuperate for a few days, he might die immediately, but the prince insisted on going his own way and refused to listen to dissuasion.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had no choice but to cup his hands and said, "But according to the prince's order."

It's just that the heart-changing is not just a heart-changing, it also requires the blood fusion of two people.

The Confucian scholar walked up to Ning Zhe, put a dagger into his palm, and motioned for him to bleed himself.

Confucian scholars dare not do it.

Even if Ning Zhe is abolished, he is still of royal blood after all. Naturally, the Confucian scholars dare not act recklessly like the last pharmacist, and bring harm to themselves.

Although Ning Zhe had lost most of his five senses, he understood what he meant.

He has gradually gotten used to it. Every time Ning Yan sees him, it is only for his blood.

Ning Zhe took the dagger, stretched out his wrist, and slashed towards his own wrist expressionlessly.

Seeing this scene, Ning Yan's heart skipped a beat for some reason, and he blurted out: "Stop!"

It's just that it was too late, Ning Zhe couldn't hear his voice at all.

The sharp thin blade cut through the skin in an instant, the wound was deep enough to see the bone, and blood immediately overflowed.

The large swaths of bright red hurt Ning Yan's eyes.

Ning Yan's footsteps were unsteady, he walked up to him in two steps at a time, slapped him hard on the face, and said angrily: "How dare you disobey my king's words!"

Ning Zhe fell to the ground in a daze, not knowing what happened.

Ning Yan asked for his blood, but he obediently gave it, why did he still beat him?

"The king said stop, why didn't you listen!? Ning Zhe, you are so courageous, you even dare to resist the order of the king!"

Ning Yan grabbed the little emperor by the collar, with a stern look on his face.

He didn't know why he was angry.

It's just that the moment he saw the little emperor hurt himself without hesitation, he suddenly felt extremely angry and couldn't control himself anymore.

Ning Yan quickly found an excuse for his anger, he was just angry with the little emperor for resisting him!

Seeing that Ning Zhe remained silent, lowered his eyes, and looked calm, Ning Yan became even more angry.

"Speak! Are you dumb!?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar frowned slightly, "My lord must not do this, and the process of performing the spell must not be interrupted, otherwise Mr. Yun's life will be in jeopardy."

Ning Yan took a look at Yunlan, then let go of the little emperor and let the Confucian scholars take blood.

The Confucian scholar took half a bowl of blood from Ning Zhe's wrist, walked up to Yun Lan, and asked Yun Lan to extend his hand.

Yunlan was a little afraid of pain, bit her lip and slipped into Ning Yan's arms, "Ayan..."

Ning Yan patted his head, "It will be fine in a while, don't be afraid."

Yun Lan trembled and grabbed his sleeves tightly, extremely fragile.

Ning Yan had no choice but to hold him in his arms patiently, comforting him over and over again, and then frowned and asked the Confucian scholar: "I have to cut my wrists, there is no other way? What use does the king want you people!?"

The Confucian scholar felt bitter, so he pricked Yunlan's fingertip lightly, took a few drops of blood and put it in a tea bowl.

But even so, Yun Lan was already pale and was about to faint.

Seeing his appearance, Ning Yan somehow involuntarily shifted his gaze to the little emperor on the ground not far away.

The little emperor lay on the ground with his body curled up. The wound on his wrist was extremely deep, and blood had already flowed all over the floor.

Compared with the insignificant injury on Yunlan's fingertips, the little emperor's injury was much more serious.

But he was quiet, and from the beginning to the end, he didn't cry out a word of pain, and he didn't even shed a tear.

At some point, the little emperor who still cried and begged for mercy had disappeared.

Ning Yan stared at the little emperor, feeling a little bored in his heart.

The Confucian scholar cast a spell to coagulate the blood in the tea bowl into a medicinal pill. Yun Lan was about to swallow it, but Ning Yan suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"My lord?"

Ning Yan looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar in a blink of an eye, and said in a low voice, "I remember that you once said that as long as he takes good care of his body, he may still survive?"

Who this "he" refers to is naturally self-evident.

Yunlan panicked and grabbed his sleeve, "Ayan..."

The Confucian said: "That's true. The emperor is the divine vein. If you take good care of your body, you may not be unable to survive."

Yunlan's voice was a little erratic: "Ayan, do you want to..."

Ning Yan caressed his face, and said in a soft voice, "Lan'er, this king knows that your body can't wait, but Ning Zheliu is still useful to this king, Lan'er, you will understand this king, right?"

With a pale face, Yun Lan stared at his gentle face, and after a long while, she pulled out an embarrassed smile: "Lan'er... Got it..."