I'm a killer with no emotions

"Ayan, don't blame Lan'er, you can only survive if you lose your martial arts power."

Ning Yan seemed to be unable to hear, and just sat there without any reaction.

Yunlan straightened his skirt, smiled, "Don't worry, Ayan, Lan'er will not leave you."

After he finished speaking, he finally became cruel, and the silver needle on his fingertips quickly pierced Ning Yan's heart.

Suddenly, with a "ding", the silver needle on Yunlan's fingertip was knocked down by an invisible force.

Before he could react in the future, he was suddenly thrown away by a strong force.

Yun Lan screamed, lying on the ground unable to move.

It was as if someone grabbed his collar, pulled him off Ning Yan's body, and pressed him firmly to the ground to not move.

Yun Lan gritted her teeth and raised her head, "Who... come out!"

Ningyan's hidden guards and the guards near the Yunlan Pavilion have long been emptied by the men in black robes, how could there be anyone left! ?

In front of the carved wooden door, a thin and slender figure walked towards Yunlan step by step against the light.

That face was exquisite and perfect, with two black eyes inlaid like obsidian on the white jade-like face, at first glance, it was too beautiful and well-behaved.

It looks like Ning Zhe!

"How is it possible... Didn't he say he wanted to take you away, why are you still here!"

Yun Lan's eyes widened in horror, struggling desperately to back away.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even move a finger.

Even though there was nothing around him, he was so suppressed that he had no power to resist!

Ning Zhe walked in front of him, quietly looking down at him with a pair of deep-black eyes, almost without human emotion.

Yunlan knew that he couldn't see her, but she was still trembling with fear.

"Don't come here...don't come here! If you dare to attack me, Ayan will not let you go! Come here... come here!"

Seeing him getting closer and closer, Yunlan screamed desperately.

Ning Zhe's appearance terrified him to the extreme.

The scenes of Ning Zhe killing people in the past came to the fore one by one, and the bloody and brutal scene made Yun Lan almost go crazy and collapse.

"Why are you blocking my way! Die, why don't you die!"

Yunlan's voice was sharp, as if she was going crazy, but there was a spell hidden in her voice that was not easy to be noticed by others.

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered, and an invisible barrier appeared in front of him, firmly blocking Yunlan's attack.

Yun Lan couldn't believe it, "How is it possible... aren't you deaf!?"

The killing spell of the Qin family is well-known even in the Tianqi Dynasty. Even if Ning Zhe is a divine vein, it is absolutely impossible to escape!

It's just that Yunlan doesn't know that even though Ning Zhe can't see it, he still knows all kinds of mana fluctuations like the palm of his hand.

No one can disappear from his eyes, it depends on whether he cares or not.

Ning Zhe stretched out those soft white hands to Yunlan.

Yun Lan watched helplessly as his hands got closer and closer to her face, and finally stopped on his forehead.

Yunlan trembled her lips, her face was pale, "Don't...don't, Ayan save me..."

Ning Zhe tapped lightly on his forehead with his fingertips.

With a "poof", there was a sound like something exploding.

Immediately afterwards, the edges of Yun Lan's unparalleled face gradually creased, and a thick, disgusting yellow gurgle slowly flowed out from under the face.

Terrifying and frightening.

Ning Zhe stood up, stared at him expressionlessly, and moved his lips.

Yunlan understood the mouth shape, and he was saying:

Brother Yunlan, don't use Ah Ning's face.

The young man's face was so dignified and exquisite that he was not like a mortal, and those empty black eyes seemed to be separated from the world, quietly watching the floating world.

At that moment, Yunlan suddenly had an illusion, as if by the side of this thin young man, everyone would bow down to him and kneel at his feet.

He was born to be a person who looks up to all living beings from above.

And he, Yunlan, and his unscrupulous schemes and tricks have never caught the eyes of young people.

This illusion made Yunlan go crazy.

No, he would never believe that Ning Zhe was obviously a born lowly slave!What right does he have to look down on him! ?

Seeing Ning Zhe walking slowly towards Ning Yan, Yun Lan put in all her strength, raised a finger, and pointed it at the center of Ning Yan's eyebrows.

What he can't get, Ning Zhe, this bitch, can't even think of getting it!Ayan loved him so much, she would definitely be willing to die with him!

Yun Lan moved her lips, and in an instant, dense red blood lines emerged from Yun Lan's body, twisted into bunches of sharp needles, and stabbed straight at Ning Yan!

Ning Zhe looked sideways slightly, feeling the turbulent murderous aura coming from all directions.

The divine power in his body was no longer enough for him to dodge these attacks.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, gently embraced the person in front of him, and slowly opened a weak barrier behind him.

Yun Lan saw that he was exhausted, a look of joy flashed in his eyes, and immediately launched the spell.

Bunches of sharp needles made of blood condensed like raindrops and refracted towards Ning densely, wishing to shoot him into a sieve.

The barrier quickly failed and broke.

The blood needles pierced Ning Zhe's body one by one, and Ning Zhe trembled slightly, still standing in front of Ning Yan.

All the fatal blood injections were blocked by Ning Zhe's thin body, but Ning Yan didn't suffer even the slightest injury.

"Ning Zhe, you are going to die!" Yun Lan stood up staggeringly, stabbing Ning Zhe fiercely with the dagger in his hand.

Ning Zhe raised his hand and easily grabbed his wrist.

There was a "click" sound, the sound of a hand bone being broken.

Yun Lan screamed, kneeling on the ground in pain, twitching all over, almost passed out.

Ning Zhe let go, raised his chin, stared into Yunlan's eyes, and said something silently.

Yun Lan lay on the ground, watching helplessly as he took Ning Yan's hand and left the attic one after the other.

"Ayan! Don't!" Yunlan shouted heartbreakingly.

Ning Yan paused, looked back, with a slightly confused expression, "Lan'er?"

A smile appeared on Yunlan's festered face, and she stared at him closely, "Yes! Ayan, I'm Lan'er!"

"No, no..."

Ning Yan frowned, took two steps back, and suddenly turned to look at Ning Zhe.

He stared at Ning Zhe's eyes, opened his lips, and after a long moment, struggled to utter a name: "A...Ning..."

Yun Lan was stunned, and screamed in collapse.

Ning Yan ignored him, took Ning Zhe's hand, and called out again in a daze: "A Ning."

After finishing speaking, he left with Ning Zhe.

The black-robed man finally appeared at this moment, he smiled and clapped his hands, "What a wonderful show."

"So you did it... Didn't you say that you would take Ning Zhe away!?" Yun Lan questioned him.

A cold light flashed in the dark green eagle eyes of the man in black robe. With a flick of his fingertips, a gust of wind gradually gathered and strangled Yunlan's neck.

"I'm sorry, can't I?"

Yun Lan scratched her throat, her face flushed red, almost suffocating.

He regretted so much now, why should he believe this man's words.

The black-robed man saw that his face was peeling off, and his face was full of thick and miserable appearance, so he couldn't help laughing: "Emperor Dayue is very lonely."

After he said that, his figure flashed, and he didn't know where he went.

Ning Zhe took Ning Yan's hand and went back to the room.

He cut his own wrist and lifted it to Ning Yan's head, the blood dripped onto Ning Yan's lips drop by drop.

Ning Yan looked at him blankly, "A-Ning..."

Yun Lan's mind-confusing technique has not yet been completed, and now Ning Yan's mind is ignorant, and she doesn't remember anything else at all.

Only the name Aning is deeply engraved in his heart, making him think about it over and over again.

He raised his hand and gently touched Ning's bloody wrist, his eyes flinched: "It hurts..."

Ning Zhe was silent.

In a panic, Ning Yan raised his arms to hug Ning Zhe, "A-Ning, don't... hurt..."

Ning Zhe paused for a moment, then gently pushed him away.

These are fake.

After Ning Yan got rid of the poison and regained consciousness, he would start torturing him again.

Ning Zhe thought to himself, Master, this is probably the last time Aning saved you.

……

When Ning Yan woke up, he was in Yunlan Pavilion.

Inexplicably, he discovered that his poison had been cured.

Ning Yan squeezed the center of his brows, looked at Yun Lan beside him, "Lan'er? I'm... what's wrong?"

He always felt that he seemed to forget something very important.

Yun Lan pulled a smile stiffly, "That's great, Ayan..."

After finishing speaking, she fell into Ning Yan's arms without a sound.

It was only then that Ning Yan discovered the ferocious wound on his wrist that was gushing blood.

Ning Yan's face darkened, "What's going on?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "My lord, in order to save you with blood, Mr. Yun used poison to fight poison and took poison..."

"What!?" Ning Yan's expression changed, and he glanced at Yunlan, but found many other wounds on his body, and even one of Yunlan's hands was broken.

"Who did it!? What's going on with this wound!?"

The Confucian scholar looked puzzled, "This is... the emperor had a dispute with Mr. Yun, and he didn't leave it behind..."

Your Majesty... Ning Zhe!Ning Zhe again!

Ning Yan looked stern, went back to the room, and sure enough saw Ning Zhe on the ground.

Ning Yan grabbed his neck, shook him awake, and slapped him mercilessly on the face.

Ning Zhe slightly opened his eyes and moved his lips.

But Ning Yan didn't have the patience to look at his mouth, and threatened him word by word, "Ning Zhe! Remember, if anything happens to Lan'er, I'm the only one who will ask you! You'd better protect him Nothing will happen!"

After he finished speaking, he took out the dagger and cut Ning Zhe's wrist, took a bottle of blood, kicked Ning Zhe away again, and left in a hurry.

But another dry wound on Ning Zhe's wrist was ignored by him.

Naturally, Ning Yan would not have imagined that Ning Zhe almost drained all the blood in his body in order to save him.

And the bottle of blood he just took away was the last drop of blood in Ning Zhe's body.

Ning Yan would not know, he only saw Ning Zhe betraying him, so he tortured Ning Zhe with peace of mind.

Ning Zhe was rolled several times by Ning Yan's kick, his forehead hit the wall, a hole was made, but there was no blood to flow.

His eyes were a little slack, he closed his eyes gently, and fell asleep.

There was a wave of water ripples in the space, and a man in black robe appeared beside him.

The man reached out and touched his cold face, "Emperor Dayue, Ningyan has already treated you like this, why don't you give up, leave with Gu, Gu will treat you well."

After the man in black robe finished speaking affectionately, he laughed himself first.

He himself did not believe these words.

Because all of this was arranged by him, all the truths that Ning Yan saw after waking up were all false.

As for the middle-aged Confucian scholar, he was naturally pretending to be one.

If there is any purpose, the black-robed man himself can't tell.

It was just that when he saw the emperor and Ning Yan lying together, he suddenly felt a little unhappy, so he forced Yun Lan to act.

The man in black robe sat beside Ning Zhe, stared at his pale face, and asked softly, "Emperor Dayue, did Gu shouldn't have done this? If it wasn't for Gu, Ning Yan wouldn't have treated you like this just now."

"Gu take you away, leave Ningyan, emperor, can you forgive Gu once?" the man in black robe asked in a low voice.

Ning Zhe naturally wouldn't give him any reaction.

--He is dead.