I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe looked around blankly.

This place should be a palace, with gorgeous and exquisite decoration, revealing extravagance and nobility everywhere.

Compared with the low-key old palace of Dayue, this place is more like a place where people who rule the world live.

There were servants around in the hall, so Ning Zhe asked in his heart [No. 67, what is this place? 】

Number 67 did not speak.

Ning Zhe paused with his fingertips, and after a while, he called again softly [No. 67, are you leaving]

No one answered.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, lowered his eyelids slightly, and there was silence in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The chest was hot and painful.

Ning Zhe sat up gently, opened his clothes and took a look, and found that the hideous scar on his chest disappeared at some point, replaced by an ugly tattoo.

Not Dai Viet's text.

Ning Zhe carefully identified it for a moment, but he still didn't recognize the word.

He felt pain because of the incomplete tattoo.

Ning Zhe rubbed his eyes vigorously, his eye sockets soon turned red, mist welled up from his eyes, and tears fell from his cheeks.

Ning Zhe stretched out his fingertips, wiped a tear, and painted it on the tattoo on his heart.

However, the tattoo did not change at all.

Ning Zhe was startled.

When he stayed in the system space with No. 67, he was not injured, so he didn't find out about it.

Only then did Ning Zhe belatedly realize that his divine power was gone...

Ning Zhe curled his fingertips slightly, his long eyelashes trembling uncomfortably.

After a moment of silence, he turned his head to look at the servant waiting by the couch, and said, "I..."

After saying a word, Ning Zhe suddenly stopped.

—It was not his voice.

"boom--"

Before Ning Zhe could think about it, the door of the palace was kicked open with a bang, and a man in black robe walked in.

The visitor had a typical appearance of a foreign race, with long eyebrows slanted into the temples, a straight nose, deep-set eye sockets, and facial features that were carved like knives, full of hostility.

Those unique dark green eyes are deep and sharp, like a falcon, and the pair of thin lips are gently drawn, with a chilling ironic smile.

Ning Zhe blinked, feeling a little familiar with his breath.

The servant respectfully knelt on the ground to welcome him, "Wanfu, Prince."

The man ignored those servants, walked straight to Ning Zhe, and looked him up and down for a while.

As he got closer, Ning Zhe could smell the light fragrance of flowers and plants on his body.

Ning Zhe suddenly remembered that when he was imprisoned in the Dingbei Palace, this person had been there before.

A ray of his spirit once broke into his mind, trying to take his body in vain.

Ning Zhe remembered these things, but he didn't know that the black-robed man didn't want to seize his body, but to spy on his heart.

It's just that he didn't succeed. Instead, he inadvertently left all his memories in Ning Zhe's mind.

The reason why Ning Zhe went to find Yunlan, and happened to be able to block his plan, was because in this memory, there was a scene of him conspiring with Yunlan.

Ning Zhe only accepted a little bit of memory, and his brain was already in pain, and he had subconsciously ignored this group of things.

Until now, he saw this man again, and saw a cold and murderous intent flashing in his eagle-like dark green eyes.

Ning Zhe pressed his hands on the couch, stared at the man in black robe, stepped back slightly, and subconsciously called [No. 67]

No response.

Only then did Ning Zhe remember that number 67 had already left.

Because he has no abuse value and no use value, so No. 67 abandoned him.

Liars, everyone is a liar.

Tears welled up one after another, Ning Zhe bit his lower lip hard, forced himself to force those tears down, and asked calmly, "Who are you?"

Ning Zhe has no idea what he looks like now.

The delicate and delicate young man's clothes were in disarray, and he was limp and weak on the couch. His crystal clear pink lips were as attractive as a pool of spring water, his willow eyebrows were curved like a moon, and the brilliance flowed in a pair of clear water-like phoenix eyes. The light red color, with a light touch, is infinitely seductive and charming.

He was born to be a seductive goblin, even if he doesn't move or smile, he can still make people fall in love with him.

It's just that among the ten thousand people, the person in front of him was not included.

Hearing the words, the man in black suddenly raised his eyebrows, squeezed his chin with his fingertips, and sneered, "Why, stop pretending to be sick and pretend to have amnesia? Do you think Gu will not treat you like this? Sample?"

Ning Zhe's tender chin was instantly bruised, and it was painfully pinched by him, and tears flowed down uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.

He opened his mouth and let out a low whimper, "It hurts..."

Like a screaming little beast, when it is cornered.

For some reason, the black-robed man's heart trembled suddenly, thinking of the pale young man who was locked in the water prison.

He glanced at the person in front of him. Although that face was equally delicate, it was full of charm.

Compared with the young man, one is the cloud in the sky, noble and incomparable, the other is the mud on the ground, trampled by others, extremely vulgar.

How could he regard this person as Emperor Dai Viet?

The servant in front of him not only has a higher heart than the sky, but also tried to climb the bed to seduce him, it's ridiculous!

If it weren't for the sake of the usefulness of this person, he would have thrown this person into the snake den and fed the snakes, so as not to spoil his eyes.

The black-robed man felt bored. Seeing the boy still weeping, his face suddenly sank. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped him to the ground.

Ning Zhe let out a muffled snort, his almost transparent cheeks turned bright red, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, which added a bit of cruel beauty to him.

The man was not moved at all, his dark green eyes were extremely cold.

The breeze from the auspicious cloud-patterned sleeve robe slowly came out, wrapping strand by strand around the young man's fragile and slender neck, strangling him almost to suffocation.

"Remember your own identity, you are just a cheap breed bought alone, keep your duty as a piano slave, and don't try to meddle with things you shouldn't touch!"

The man in black robe warned him, but he didn't bother to stay here, and his figure turned into black mist and dissipated in an instant.

"Confinement for three days, no one is allowed to spy."

An unruly and stern voice sounded in the palace.

The servant bowed in response, stood up and backed away slowly, the palace door opened with a "creak", and then closed again.

Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, and fell on the ground in embarrassment, his chest heaving and falling.

After a while, he stretched out his sleeve, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly got up, moved to the dressing table, and stared at the expensive mercury mirror.

His face was clearly printed on the mirror.

It was a face completely different from that of Emperor Dayue, with black eyebrows and phoenix eyes, like a pretty girl.

The eyebrows are curved without drawing, the lips are vermilion without pointing, and a pair of radiant eyes blink lightly, and the charm seems to emanate from the bones, making people tremble.

Ning Zhe was so frightened that his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

He He......

How could he have turned into such an indecent look!

Ning Zhe never cared about his appearance, but at this moment, he felt that the flesh on his face was burning his whole body.

He looked at the glasses, and the boy in the mirror looked at him, his eyes were curved, as if they were shining.

Ning Zhe immediately looked away.

He swallowed, his cheeks were hot, he hugged the light and transparent clothes tightly, wrapped himself tightly, and crawled back to the bed with shaking legs, never daring to look at the person in the mirror again.

Ning Zhe wrapped himself in the quilt, the tears in the corners of his eyes were still wet, and he gradually fell asleep with scars all over his body.

But in the bamboo forest at this time, Ning Yan witnessed Ning Zhe's departure with his own eyes. He was so anxious that he vomited blood and passed out.

Huo Chen looked at his ridiculous and embarrassing appearance, and couldn't help laughing with his eyes raised.

The sharp and elegant face swept away the gloomy and coldness of the past, and was dyed with a touch of extreme elegance, so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Just smiling, he suddenly bent down, covered his mouth and retched non-stop, blood gushed out and overflowed his hands.

"He's taking revenge..." Huo Chen smiled lowly, "He's taking revenge, why didn't I save him."

"General..."

Yang Yan looked at him like this, but felt chills in his heart, and he didn't dare to go forward at all.

Huo Chen's eyes gradually dimmed, he stopped smiling, his brows and eyes were indifferent.

Yang Yan swallowed, and took a step back subconsciously.

Huo Chen slowly raised his eyes and stared at him, "What are you hiding, I can still eat you."

Yang Yan gave a dry laugh and didn't speak.

The general with this appearance was ten thousand times more terrifying than the wild beasts he encountered during the march. When those eyes stared at people, it could even give people the terrifying illusion of being eaten alive.

Yang Yan moved his stiff fingers, broke the silence, and said tentatively: "General, Your Majesty, this is..."

People die and souls are destroyed, the little emperor is obviously dead, but the soul is not dead, which clearly violates the law of heaven, and it is a sign of great taboo.

Yang Yan frowned, "General, forgive me for speaking bluntly, the emperor came back from the dead, disrupting the order of the heavens, and Da Yue may suffer disaster."

After the death of the little emperor, he became an untouchable thorn in Huo Chen's heart, a taboo that no one could commit.

Yang Yan knew that once these words came out, it was unknown whether he would survive.

However, unexpectedly, Huo Chen was not angry.

He walked to the cold jade coffin, bent down, and gently hugged the cold and pale boy.

"General, you..."

Huo Chen interrupted him, "How is Prince Tianqi?"

Yang Yan paused slightly, "This subordinate is incompetent and let him escape, but everyone else has been arrested."

"If you can even catch him, he should be the crown prince."

Huo Chen gave a light sarcasm, glanced blankly at Ning Yan who had passed out on the ground, and said to Yang Yan: "The envoy of Tianqi assassinated King Dingbei with the intention of committing crimes against Da Yue. The crime is unforgivable, and I have already captured him." The culprit will be handed over to His Majesty."

Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, then glanced at King Dingbei who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Didn't the general disagree with rashly declaring war on Tianqi before, why did he change his mind now and force His Majesty to declare war on Tianqi Dynasty?

"Don't understand? Do you still need me to teach you how to do it?"

Yang Yan's expression froze, and he quickly clasped his fists in response. After hesitating for a moment, he asked one more question: "Then... the emperor's trace, do you also need..."

Huo Chen's voice was light, "Yang Yan, this general doesn't mind one more life under his command."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Yan didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately led a team of elite soldiers to do business in a hurry.

Huo Chen watched him leave indifferently, then looked down at the quiet young man in his arms, closed his eyes and felt the soul-drawing thread in his heart.

After a while, he slightly hooked his lips and smiled, "Your Majesty, let me guess where you are now..."

……

Ning Zhe was awakened by the heat.

His body was suddenly hot, and a numbness and itching slowly climbed up from his heart, and gradually spread to his limbs.

Ning Zhe was sweating profusely, his cheeks were flushed, his fingers clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, and he unconsciously tore open the front of his clothes, and his two slender legs kept rubbing back and forth under the quilt.

Ning Zhe didn't know what was wrong with him, the muddy and wet under his body made him yearn for something.

"hot......"

"Number 67...hot..."

"Want...want to..."

what do you want?

Ning Zhe didn't know, he just felt that he was about to be tortured to death, as if there were thousands of ants crawling in his heart, gnawing at the flesh and blood of his limbs.

It's obviously not pain, but it's a hundred times more uncomfortable than pain.

"Well……"

Ning Zhe frowned tightly, and whimpered softly, his sweet and seductive voice tinged with tears, making people want to hold him down and fuck him hard.

A wisp of smoke slowly overflowed from his body, forming an ethereal figure in the air.

"Number 67...67..."

Ning Zhe's eyes lit up, he struggled to get up, and stuck to him with all his brain.

It's just that his hand passed through No. 67's body and missed.

"Do you know what's wrong with you?" No. 67 looked down at him with a calm voice.

Ning Zhe shook his head, looked at him blankly, tears rolling down from his eyes.

If it were the original face, he must be so well-behaved at the moment that it makes people feel distressed, but the current appearance only makes people want to ruthlessly trample him, watching him being fucked under his body and begging for mercy.

No. 67 looked at him coldly for a moment, bent down, raised his chin with his fingertips, and said to him softly: "Ning Zhe, you are no longer that high-ranking emperor of Da Yue, you are just a member of Prince Tianqi. Slaves are hybrids of succubi and humans, the most humble bloodline in the world."

"How, are you satisfied with the new identity I chose for you?"