I'm a killer with no emotions

Yu Jue lost her divine power and gradually turned into powder in Ning Yan's palm.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind broke through the wooden window, rolled up broken jade powder and whizzed away.

Ning Yan's expression tightened, and he clenched his fists hastily.

But it didn't work, the powder still leaked from his fingers in strands and was blown away by the wind.

I don't even want to leave him with a single thought.

It was as if somewhere in the dark, he cut off the last ties between him and the boy.

Ning Yan stared blankly at the empty palm, and murmured, "A-Ning...it's gone...it's gone..."

Yunlan's soft voice broke the silence, "Ayan, you still have Lan'er, Lan'er will always be with you..."

Ning Yan turned a blind eye to his words, and only knew to keep calling the boy by his name.

Seeing him ignoring her, Yunlan couldn't help feeling resentful, "Ayan, you should die! You will never be able to be with that bitch! He has already gone to the [-]th floor of hell, and he can no longer be with me. I snatched you away! Hahahaha..."

Yun Lan raised her head, laughing sharply, like crazy.

"Ning Zhe! I curse you, eternal life, not as good as reincarnation, not reincarnation!"

Seeing this, the man in black knocked him unconscious with a palm, and looked at Ning Yan.

"My lord, my subordinates have also found out that this person is Tianqi's secret agent. Is it necessary to torture him severely to force a confession of his purpose?"

Ning Yan had already been silent when Yunlan uttered that vicious curse.

He lowered his head, with a gloomy expression, "Take him to the prison, and wait for this king to pass."

The man in black took the order and dragged Yun Lan down.

Ning Yan stood up, swayed his body slightly, and then stood firm, and walked slowly towards the prison.

The winter night was bitter, and the biting wind turned into knives, piercing his heart piece by piece.

Ning Yan finally understood what it means to be heartbroken.

When he cut Aning's wrist to bleed again and again, when he humiliated him and tortured him again and again, was this how Aning felt?

"This skin was torn off from Aning's face by you."

The dagger in Ning Yan's hand rested on Yunlan's cheek, his eyes were bottomless, his voice was low and hoarse, like a ghost climbing up from hell to take revenge, "Are you worthy?"

Yun Lan was hung up through the pipa bone, covered in blood, trembling in pain, begging for mercy.

"Ayan, don't...it hurts..."

pain……

Ning Yan's eyelashes trembled violently.

When he pierced Ah Ning's shoulder bone for Yunlan, he must have been in pain.

But his Aning was screaming so painfully, why didn't he stop, his Aning was so obedient, why couldn't he recognize him! ?

Ning Yan's eyes were gloomy, and he raised the dagger, stabbed Yun Lan's face with one knife after another.

"Ah Ning, anyone who hurts you will have to pay the price."

"A-Ning, I will help you get your things back."

"A-Ning." He stared at the face peeled off from Yunlan's face, with a smile on his lips, "Look, I didn't lie to you this time."

Ning Yan looked gentle, carefully hugged the bloody flesh, and shuffled out of the prison.

The man in black watched him leave, something flashed in his eyes.

It seemed to be a killing intent, but because it disappeared too quickly, it was more like an illusion.

The man in black walked over gently and looked down at Yunlan, his eyes were as clear and clear as a mountain spring, but no emotion could be seen.

Yun Lan had already lost consciousness from the pain, her face was bloody and bloody, densely packed Gu worms crawled all over her face, and she was still wriggling.

The man in black splashed a cup of ice-cold salt water on his face.

Yun Lan screamed and woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the mark gradually revealed in the left eye of the man in black.

It was a blood-red Tumi flower, printed on the pitch-black pupils, as if blooming in the depths of the underworld, killing people.

...It's the Qin family!

Yunlan's pupils constricted sharply, and she screamed frantically and struggled: "Ayan! Save me... save me!"

Unfortunately, no one will save him.

What awaits him is nothing but endless torture.

……

When Qin Shen walked out of the prison, the moon was already in the sky.

The cold moon reflected his elegant and noble face like cold jade, adding a bit of immortality to him.

It's just that those blood-stained hands dragged him from the clouds into purgatory, which made people feel terrified for no reason.

Qin Shen's fingertips shimmered, and the blood on his hand disappeared without a trace.

He pulled up the black face scarf, concealed the crimson flower of the underworld in his eyes, turned and went to the dungeon.

The man in brocade robes was closing his eyes, leaning against the place where Ning Zhe had been, his right hand drooping weakly on the ground.

Blood was gushing out from the deep bone-deep wound on his wrist, flowing along the ground into the cold pool, already staining most of the water in the pool.

And his left finger bones were smashed one by one by something, and they were only connected together by a thin layer of flesh.

A dagger was thrown not far away, the blade was stained with blood, and the heavy iron handle was also stained with sporadic flesh.

Ning Yan wounded himself with this knife.

Qin Shen remained indifferent, walked up to him, bowed his head and said, "My lord, Yun Lan killed herself by biting her tongue."

Ning Yan didn't respond at all.

"General Huo assembled the army from Beijun to break into the palace and arrested Tianqi's envoy. His Majesty was furious and ordered the prince to enter the palace immediately to discuss."

Qin Shen's voice was calm, and he stated the news he had just received.

Ning Yan's eyelashes moved, and he opened his eyes gently, "Didn't Huo Chen go to save those people tonight?"

"Yes."

"It was in vain for me to send the roster to him."

Ning Yan's voice was calm, and he closed his eyes again, "This king knows, tell Ning Zhi, this king will deal with this matter, Huo Chen can't die yet, let him take back those thoughts."

Qin Shenying was about to leave, but was stopped by Ning Yan.

"This king has never seen you before." Ning Yan sat up, staring closely at his masked face with dangerous eyes, "Who the hell are you?"

Qin Shen's face remained unchanged, "This subordinate used to work as an errand in the Raksha Temple."

The Zongheng Pavilion is divided into four halls, and the Luocha Hall is the lowest hall. If this is the case, it is indeed impossible for Ning Yan to have seen this person.

It's just that there has been no manpower mobilization in the Zongheng Pavilion recently.

Ning Yan's eyes flickered, but he didn't see through, and let him go down.

Qin Shen walked out of the dungeon, looked back, and his figure quietly faded away.

The following guards paused for a moment, but no one was found anywhere, so they went back and reported to Ning Yan.

"The subordinate is incompetent, and he lost..."

Ning Yan remained expressionless, "Go get punished yourself."

The guard breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly left.

Since the emperor disappeared a few days ago, the lord seems to have changed. He loses his temper everywhere, and people die every now and then in the house. No one dares to touch the lord's brow.

It's just that the prince was a little abnormal tonight, and suddenly calmed down, as if he had accepted the fact.

The guard didn't dare to speculate, and retreated respectfully.

After everyone left, the water dungeon returned to silence again.

Ning Yan raised his wrist and stared at his own wound, as if he saw the appearance of Aning's wrist being cut by him before.

It hurts, it hurts even to breathe.

Aning must be in more pain than him.

The blood dripped from the wrist, hitting the ground drop by drop, and merged into the cold pool.

The biting cold scrambled to penetrate into the skin, and the too cold temperature and the constant loss of blood gave people an illusion of death.

His Aning was like this before, a person was left here, enduring these pains day after day.

A person who was obviously so afraid of the dark was thrown into this cold and dark place by him.

A person who is obviously so afraid of pain, has been hurt and abused by him all the time.

Ning Yan's eye sockets were gradually congested and red, his body was hunched over, and he gasped for breath.

Aning, Aning, that is obviously his favorite Aning...

Time passed bit by bit, and the moonlight gradually faded away.

In the early morning light, a ray of cool sky shines through the high window and falls on Ning Yan's pale face.

He frowned, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and his lips kept whispering, as if he had some nightmare.

"A-Ning! Don't!"

Ning Yan suddenly let out a heart-piercing growl, sat up abruptly, panting heavily.

The guards outside the prison immediately walked in, "My lord, are you alright?"

Ning Yan gradually recovered and shook his head.

The guard looked at the wound on his hand, and tentatively said: "My lord's wound..."

Ning Yan gently closed her eyes, desperately suppressing her beating heart.

After a while, he said lightly, "It's nothing."

"Order to go down and gather the thirteen guards in Dingbei, and follow me to the suburban palace to arrest the rebels."

At the same time, the suburban palace.

Huo Chen has surrounded the place, insects and birds cannot fly.

It's just that no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find the person he wanted to see.

Huo Chen grabbed the black-robed man's collar suddenly, with a sullen expression on his face, "Say! Where did you hide him!"

A cold green light flashed in the eagle eyes of the man in black robe, he opened Huo Chen's hand, raised his lips, and smiled happily.

"It's hidden in a place where none of you can find it."