I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Yan then took a step back, staring blankly at Ning Zhe who was lying there quietly, his eyes were straightened, and the blood on his thin lips was gone, "No...impossible... Ah Ning..."

Huo Chen pursed his lips and smiled: "What's impossible, once you step into the Qiansi Dementor Formation, how many people can come out alive?

Ning Yan, everyone is dead, why do you think you survived?Do you really think it was your lovely and weak Yunlan who rescued you desperately? "

As Huo Chen said, he turned his eyes sideways, hooked his sharp lips, and revealed an extremely sarcastic smile.

"If it wasn't for the emperor looking for you regardless of life and death, if it wasn't for the emperor gouging out his own heart to save you, Ning Yan, do you think you can still stand here as your aloof King Dingbei?"

"It was your Aning who saved you! Your Aning did not hesitate to exchange his heart for your life, but you, for the sake of an enemy who persecuted him and hurt him, took away the last drop of his blood and let him die alive Dry blood and die!"

"Ning Yan, you are the most heartless person! You are the one who took the emperor's heart, if you don't go to bury him with him, who will!?"

Huo Chen stared closely at Ning Yan who was in a trance, a pair of eyes as sharp as sharp swords were full of murderous intent, and there seemed to be a wild beast hidden in the dark eyes, and the black hole almost swallowed everything.

Yes, he, Ning Yan, they should all be damned!

Huo Chen raised his hand suddenly, and thousands of sword shadows appeared behind him instantly.

A strong wind suddenly blew up in the bamboo grove, and the bamboo leaves were cut into two by the sharp sword energy, shaking and falling down.

Huo Chen stood there, wearing a black war robe, his body was as straight as a drawn sword.

Countless sword shadows hung in the air behind him in circles, setting him off like a god of war, looking down at the world with awe, and in a trance, everyone felt a sense of fear that all swords in the world would surrender to him.

He looked at Ning Yan, his thin lips moved slightly, and the chill on his handsome face was chilling.

"I told him many times that if I don't kill you, I will kill him. Every time, he will agree with me, but every time he has the opportunity to do it, he gives up."

"It's ridiculous for a person who is afraid of pain to protect you at the expense of his own life."

Huo Chen smiled lowly, but without seeing how he moved, countless sword shadows flew straight towards Ningyan with an astonishing murderous aura!

"Since he can't do it, why not let me do it for you?"

"My lord! It's dangerous!" The Yanbei Thirteen Guards beside Ning Yan were startled, and immediately formed an array to block it.

Ning Yan's thin lips moved slightly, and said a word lightly: "Get lost."

Everyone in the thirteen guards was stunned, but they didn't react for a while, "My lord?"

Ning Yan turned his head mechanically, looked at them expressionlessly, his eyes were so dark as a cold pool, "Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

A chill suddenly rose from the bottom of everyone's heart, their hair stood on end, their bodies froze and they dared not move anymore.

Only then did Ning Yan slowly turn back his stiff eyes, and quietly looked at the pale young man lying in the coffin.

But for a moment, he took a step, step by step, and walked slowly towards the boy calmly.

"Lord, be careful!"

Thousands of sword shadows shot towards him like a torrential rain.

But Ning Yan didn't seem to see him, those deep eyes had already cut off the whole world, and he was so focused that he could only pretend to be the boy in front of him.

Sword shadows pierced through his body one after another, splashing countless bright red blood, dripping at his feet drop by drop, paving a sinful blood path.

Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth and the wound, but he didn't seem to feel it.

No matter how many thorns there are, he can't stop him. Even if his body is covered with scars, he still wants to go to the boy's side and accompany him.

"A-Ning... don't be afraid, I'm here..."

The corners of Ning Yan's lips were slightly raised, watching the peacefully sleeping young man, walking towards him step by step, his expression was no longer violent, it was as soft as a hot spring, almost drowning in it.

However, it was such a short distance, but no matter how he walked, he couldn't reach the boy.

Sword after sword pierced through his body with cold light, gradually turning Ning Yan into a bloody man.

Huo Chen pursed his lips, quietly watched him being swallowed by the sword shadow, couldn't help laughing, turned his head to look at the young man in the coffin, and murmured: "Your Majesty, look, your uncle is here."

"Don't you like your emperor's uncle? I asked him to accompany you, okay?"

His voice has always been low and mellow, and his sensuality is like fine wine that has been stored for many years. Every whisper is like the lingering words of love between lovers.

Once upon a time, it was the voice in the spring boudoir dream of countless beautiful girls in Dayue.

But now, that voice is full of madness and paranoia, rotten and stench like corpses, and every sound carries a vicious curse from the deepest part of hell.

Xing Su stared at him, took a step back calmly, and asked silently, "What should I do?"

Huo Chen, and Ning Yan, these two have gone crazy.

They must not let them get Ah Zhe, otherwise it will be difficult for Ah Zhe to escape!

Number 67 appeared in mid-air.

A pale blue phantom suddenly floated among the bamboo forests, like smoke and mist, light and indistinct, and looked so weak that it could be crushed with a single palm.

But if you look closely, there is a palpitating horror faintly, so mysterious that people dare not despise it.

Ning Yan stopped suddenly and looked at him fixedly.

Huo Chen also sensed the danger and turned around abruptly.

When he saw the scene behind him clearly, his pupils shrank fiercely, and his calm expression suddenly cracked.

Huo Chen opened his lips, and with a hoarse voice, he called out: "The emperor..."

In his line of sight, there was a thin, frail figure who was almost transparent wrapped in the light blue smoke, with a quiet and well-behaved face, and exquisite and beautiful facial features.

It was Ning Zhe who had died!

"It's time to start." Number 67 said coldly.

Hearing this, Xing Su immediately began to recite the incantation, and the invisible spiritual thoughts came out of his body in an instant, strand by strand, weaving a transparent barrier around Ning Zhe, tightly protecting his whole body.

No. 67 took all the abuse points and turned them into her own energy.

At this moment, the ethereal light blue figure suddenly burst out with astonishing aura, which even made people feel like kneeling at his feet with fear.

Huo Chen and Ning Yan's expressions changed at the same time, and they immediately shot, avoiding Ning Zhe, and attacked the phantom, the movement was so fast that it was almost invisible.

The light on No. 67's body suddenly became brighter, and a barrier appeared out of thin air, firmly blocking the two of them a few feet away.

Ning Yan's expression sank, "Who are you! Give me back Ah Ning!"

Huo Chen didn't speak, and stared at the cloud of smoke with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

No. 67 ignored them and glanced at Xing Su without emotion.

The other party's face was so pale that he didn't look like a living person, and his divine sense was exposed to the air and was constantly being impacted, causing his body to rapidly decay.

Blood kept oozing out from his skin, and soon dyed that robe a bright blood color.

Number 67 knew he couldn't last long.

With a slight movement of his thoughts, a pitch-black door to space slowly opened behind him, and the cold air permeated people, and strands of air escaped from the bottomless door.

No. 67 glanced at the two men who were blocked by the barrier, then looked down at the quiet boy in his arms, and asked lightly, "Say hello?"

Ning's long eyelashes curled up like a small fan trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes slightly, a pair of big pupils were dark and cold.

"A Ning!"

"emperor!"

Ning Yan and Huo Chen's pupils narrowed sharply, and they shouted almost at the same time.

Ning Zhe stood up from No. 67's arms, but without looking at the two, he turned around and walked slowly towards the dark door.

Ning Yan desperately stretched out his hand, his expression was too painful to control himself, "A-Ning...A-Ning...I was wrong, I know I was wrong..."

However, Ning Zhe didn't stop a step as if he couldn't hear.

"No...don't leave me...don't go..."

Ning Yan shook his head in a daze, his expression was mad, he gasped heavily, and his tone suddenly became urgent, "A'Ning! Aren't you going to kill me? Come and kill me! Come and punish me!"

Ning Yan stretched out his hands and clenched the skirt of his heart, bent down in pain, his voice was choked and hoarse, broken out of tune.

"I will give you back my heart, I will give you my life... as long as you can come back... Ah Ning, as long as you come back, I am willing to do anything...

"Come back... come back, okay..."

Ning Zhe finally stopped and turned slightly sideways.

A ray of light suddenly burst out from Ning Yan's dark pupils, and he looked at him in surprise, "Ah Ning...you are willing, you..."

However, before Ning Yan finished speaking, he saw Ning Zhe's quiet eyes gliding past him for a moment, and fell on Huo Chen beside him.

Ning Yan's fingertips kept trembling, his cheeks twitched, and he forced out a smile, "Ah...Ah Ning..."

Ning Zhe tilted his head, his exquisite lips were pursed into a shallow and cute arc, and his eyes twinkled under the warm sunlight, as if they were full of stars.

"General."

He opened his mouth softly, his voice was soft and gentle, like the slightly drunk wind in spring, like the soft clouds in the sky, melting people's hearts.

Huo Chen was startled, and couldn't help but glance at Ning Yan.

Of course he knew how much the little emperor valued Ning Yan, and he clearly remembered what unforgivable mistake he had made to him.

Huo Chen never expected that the little emperor would be willing to talk to him, and softly called him general.

Huo Chen's heart was beating violently, and it hit his chest hard one after another, the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the trembling of his body and the desire to vomit blood, forcibly raised his lips, showing a gentle smile, quietly looked at Ning Zhe, and gently called him: "Your Majesty, I am here."

Ning bent his eyebrows and eyes, his eyes seemed to be filled with light from the sky, clear and pure.

He said: "General, I'm sorry, I didn't do what I promised you."

Huo Chenyin clenched his hands behind his back tightly into fists.

After a while, he smiled, and his voice was soft and mellow: "It's okay, the emperor has worked very hard, it's my fault, forcing the emperor to do things I don't like."

Ning Zhe blinked and said softly: "General, I didn't kill those people."

Huo's feet swayed.

He clenched the tip of his tongue, forced himself to stand still, his throat moved slightly, as if he had swallowed something.

"The minister knows."

Huo Chen raised his head gently, with a gentle smile on his handsome face, diluting the original sharp and cold temperament, "The emperor is not wrong."

Ning Zhe bent his lips quietly, turned his head, and walked slowly into the dark door.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at Ning Yan.

Ning Yan's expression was heavy, his eyes straightened, and he watched Ning Zhe's back disappear into the darkness.

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood couldn't be restrained any longer, rushing up from his throat.

Ning Yan covered his mouth with bloody hands, slowly slid to his knees on the ground, bowed his waist and retched.

"A-Ning...A-Ning..."

But no matter how he called, Ning Zhe would never look back at him again.

No. 67 glanced at him indifferently, and floated through the door as well.

Ning Zhe stood quietly in the darkness, unable to see clearly.

67 walked over unhurriedly, and asked him lightly, "Why, don't you hate Huo Chen?"