I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe's consciousness was a little fuzzy, he felt that someone came to him and hugged him.

There was a faint scent of sandalwood on that person's body, which was very familiar.

In a trance, Ning Zhe thought that the Lord had come to pick him up.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, the center of his brows gradually relaxed, he rubbed against the man's arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

If No. 67 is still there, I will probably scold him for being big-hearted again.

Yun Lan sat on the bed blankly, watching Ning Yan leave him behind and leave with the little emperor in his arms.

This was the first time that Ning Yan escaped his mind-confusing technique and was not controlled by him.

After being stunned for a moment, a ruthless look suddenly flashed across Yun Lan's face, and he took out the white jade porcelain bottle from his bosom, shook his hands, and fed the medicine pill into his mouth.

With a "click", the porcelain bottle fell to the ground and shattered.

Yunlan clutched her heart in pain, panting heavily.

His stunning face twisted and twitched, and the bones of his body began to shrink, gradually transforming into another person's appearance.

It took a long time before Yunlan calmed down.

He slowly raised his head, revealing a well-behaved and delicate face, but full of resentment.

"Ayan, you forced Lan'er to do this!"

……

There was a numb itching on his face, Ning Zhe frowned, and turned his face sideways.

Ning Yan paused with his fingertips, quickly withdrew his hand, and said coldly, "Are you awake?"

Ning Zhe opened his eyes, and there was nothing in his big pupils.

He is not dead yet.

Sure enough, as Huo Chen said, he is a monster.

Ning moved his eyes, relying on his feeling, turned to look at the people around him.

"Uncle Royal."

Ning Zhe opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Ning Yan didn't take it seriously.

He still doesn't know what this stupid little emperor in his eyes paid for him.

Ning Yan sighed and softened his tone, "Azhe, you are the uncle's nephew after all, and the uncle doesn't want you to die. As long as you are more obedient and don't make him angry, he will let you go. OK?"

When Ning Yan said these words to the little emperor, he almost showed his tolerance and patience all his life.

He has never shown mercy to his enemies, but this time, he compromised.

He can ignore the little emperor's intention to kill him, or forgive him for the crime he committed against Yunlan, as long as the little emperor is obedient, he doesn't mind raising him.

Ning Yan embraced the little emperor's shoulders, and pulled the boy into his arms.

Ning Zhe leaned against his arms silently, but one hand quietly went around Ning Yan's back, the thin blade of his fingertips flashed coldly, and stabbed at the back of his heart suddenly!

Ning Yan raised his hand and stroked his soft long hair, calling out, "Azhe."

Ning Zhe paused, and the thin blade stopped suddenly at the back of his heart.

Ning Zhe raised his eyes slightly and looked at Ning Yan, his eyes were dark and silent.

Ning Yan didn't know that he had escaped, and was still coaxing him in a low voice: "Ah Zhe, be good, the emperor will help you regain the throne, and I won't let you hurt anymore."

Ning Zhe paused for a long time, blinked slowly, and put away the thin blade.

In fact, he couldn't see Ning Yan, and he didn't know what Ning Yan was talking about. He really wanted to kill Ning Yan.

It's just that Ning Yan's movement of rubbing his head just now made Ning Zhe stop.

Ning Yan didn't notice it, let go of the little emperor who was full of meat, and said in a low voice: "Are you hungry, Uncle Huang asked someone to make some food for you."

Ning Zhe stared straight at him without making a sound.

When Ning Yan saw his silent resistance, the anger that had been suppressed in his heart surged up again.

"Ning Zhe! This king kindly gave you a way to survive, don't rely on favor and..."

Before the word "Jiao" could be said, Ning Zhe's stomach suddenly "gurgled" and cried out with hunger.

Ning Yan paused in anger and looked at Ning Zhe.

The little emperor was still the same, pursing his lips without saying a word, staring at him with a pair of dark eyes, filled with emotions that Ning Yan could not understand.

It was supposed to be the face he hated the most, but for some reason, Ning Yan suddenly found him a little cute.

Ning Yan couldn't help stretching out his hand, pinched the little emperor's soft cheek, sent someone to bring a bowl of porridge, and fed the little emperor mouthful.

Padding his stomach, Ning Yan re-bandaged the wound on the little emperor's wrist with his own hands.

The little emperor was quiet from beginning to end, without any resistance.

This made Ning Yan very satisfied, thinking that he had listened to his own words.

"Ah Zhe has a good rest, Uncle Huang is going to see Lan'er."

Only then did Ning Yan remember Yun Lan who had been left aside by him.

But the strange thing is that now when he thinks of Yunlan, there is no fluctuation in his heart, as if Yunlan is just a stranger to him.

Ning Yan walked to Yunlan Pavilion, but learned from the maid that Yunlan had already fallen asleep.

Ning Yan nodded slightly, glanced at the closed door, and walked away.

Yun Lan leaned against the door with a blank expression on her face.

In the past, Ning Yan would have already come in to comfort him, but now, he even finds it troublesome to come in and have a look at him.

However, even if the mind-confusing technique is useless, he will never let Ning Yan and Ning fold together!

Even if he died, Ning Zhe would never get Ayan!

……

At night, Ning Yan was dealing with political affairs in the study, when suddenly there were several strange movements outside the door.

Ning Yan frowned, as if he heard the little emperor's voice.

"What's the matter?"

"Go back to your lord, it's... the emperor... insists on seeing you."

Ning Yan said in a deep voice, "Who told you to stop the blind thing? Let him in."

Seeing Ning Zhe, Ning Yan lowered his face and said displeasedly: "Isn't your health still not good? Who allowed you to run around!"

Ning Zhe lowered his head, opened the food box in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Huang... Uncle Huang didn't have dinner, A Zhe brought some pastries for Uncle Huang..."

Ning Yan was slightly stunned, a corner of his heart softened suddenly, and he couldn't help but soften his expression: "I'm sorry, Uncle Huang wrongly blamed you."

Ning Zhe put the pastry in front of him, and looked at him expectantly with his big eyes.

Ning Yan met his gaze, and subconsciously reached out to pick up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth.

"Uncle Huang, how does it taste?" Ning Zhe's voice was a little strange.

Ning Yan didn't notice it, and said sullenly: "It's okay."

Ning Zhe frowned, "Doesn't Uncle Huang feel dizzy?"

Ning Yan paused: "What do you mean?"

"It means—uncle emperor, you can die!"

After Ning Zhe said this, his originally well-behaved face suddenly became vicious, and as soon as he saw the dagger in his hand, he quickly stabbed Ning Yan in the heart!

Ning Yan wanted to escape, but found that he was dizzy and couldn't even stand up.

Ning Yan narrowly dodged the blow, Ning Yan immediately raised his voice to call for someone.

Immediately, countless men in black and guards broke in and surrounded Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe smiled coldly, "Uncle Emperor, do you think it will be safe this way, I poisoned the cake, you are not far from death."

Ning Yan leaned on the table, his expression was terribly gloomy, "Ning Zhe, how dare you betray this king."

"Betrayal?" Ning Zhe sneered, "I belonged to General Huo, and General Huo gave me the poison, so how can I say betrayal? Uncle Emperor, I stayed by your side just to kill you and Yunlan! "

He paused as he spoke, "By the way, Yunlan was also forced to take poison by me. With his body, he should not be able to hold on at this time... Uncle Huang, you can die with him!"

Ning Zhe laughed loudly, and when he turned around, he disappeared in front of everyone.

Ning Yan ordered with a cold face: "Go and see if Ning Zhe is in the room."

The guard responded yes, and immediately took the order and left.

After a while, someone quickly came to report, "My lord, the subordinates and others have just checked, the emperor is no longer in the room, Mr. Yun has also been poisoned, depending on the situation, it's...it won't last long..."

Ning Yan was so angry that he laughed out loud: "Okay... what a Ning Zhe! You are really a good nephew of this king!"

He swept the things on the table to the ground, and said angrily: "Search...all for this king! Dig three feet and find him! This king wants him to die!!"

……

The moonlight is hidden behind the dark clouds, and the night is dark.

In the gloomy dense forest, the man in black carried the unconscious Ning Zhe on his shoulders, dropped him casually, and left in a flash.

Ning Zhe was woken up by a strong force.

"Ning Zhe?" Ning Yan's voice was low, unable to detect any emotion.

Ning Zhe became conscious gradually, turned his eyes, and stared in his direction puzzled.

Ning Yan followed the light of the torch, and saw his innocent and well-behaved face clearly.

Anger suddenly burned violently from the bottom of his heart, covering his reason in an instant.

Ning Yan grabbed the little emperor's neck and leaned close to his ear, whispering like a ghost, "Ning Zhe, isn't this king... treating you too well?"