I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe only wore a very transparent and naked gauze inside, and a thick fox fur on the outside.

Even so, the cold winter wind still made him shiver uncontrollably.

[No. 67, I'm so cold] Ning Zhe's voice was soft, as if he was acting like a baby.

No. 67 looked at his pale lips, but didn't make a sound.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and gradually fell silent.

After a moment of silence, No. 67 suddenly said: "Your divine power is still there, but it is suppressed by the blood of the succubus. Try to follow the heart formula I said."

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered, as if something had passed by, so fast that even No. 67 didn't notice it.

He said softly: "Okay."

With the help of No. 67, Ning Zhe's body warmed up quickly.

It's just that the divine power is too weak, and nothing can be done except to keep out the cold.

Ning Zhe clenched his fingers, gradually calmed down, and his eyes returned to a quiet darkness.

When the man in black robe saw him coming, a dark light flashed across his dark green eyes.

The boy's whole body was wrapped in fox fur, his palm-sized face was sunken in soft white fur, and there was a soft felt hat on his delicate forehead, making him even more thin and petite.

Inexplicably, it reminded him of the little emperor in Dai Viet.

The man in black robe didn't want to bring this person out.

This is his coronation banquet, and the banquet is full of young nobles from Tianqi, such a lowly succubus has no right to appear here.

It's just that a few young masters at the banquet asked to meet the servant he bought, and he felt bored, so he agreed.

It's just that the temptation of the succubus should not be underestimated. Even if he doesn't do anything, just standing there will attract everyone's attention.

He glanced at a group of nobles at the banquet, and saw that their eyes had involuntarily landed on the slave.

There are even those who have poor concentration, already in a trance, chanting words in their mouths, completely fascinated by their minds.

The man in black gave a soft "tsk", and crossed out his wish to form an alliance with this person's family in his heart.

Qin slaves are naturally the ones who serve the piano.

The servant led Ning Zhe to sit beside the piano.

Ning Zhe stared at the elegant and exquisite Yuqin in front of him, and was stunned.

He raised his eyes, and found that everyone around him was staring at him, their gazes were burning, obsessive, contemptuous and disdainful.

Ning Zhe looked down at Changqin again, and blinked, his long eyelashes flickering, completely dazed.

[Stupid, play] No. 67 cursed softly.

Ning Zhe curled his fingers, was silent for a moment, and murmured 【I...wouldn't...】

This time, it was No. 67's turn to be stunned [How is it possible, you were not...]

Before No. 67 finished speaking, he suddenly stopped speaking.

【before? ] Ning Zhe repeated a sentence lightly [but never before]

Zonghengge only taught him how to kill.

No. 67 fell silent, and there was no sound.

"Idiot, I haven't seen so many nobles looking at you? What are you doing in a daze, playing the piano!"

The servant at the side reached out and pinched his arm hard, with a high-pitched voice.

"I think you have forgotten all the hardships you suffered in the Criminal Division! Don't you still want to suffer from life and death again?"

He immediately pinched a deep red mark on Ning Zhe's arm.

He raised his head and glanced lightly at the waiter, his black eyes were quiet and unruffled, and something faintly flashed across his eyes.

The servant was stared at by him, and suddenly felt a chill hit him, and his heart went cold.

"Why, you're not convinced?" The servant was about to teach him a lesson, when suddenly an unruly voice interrupted him.

"Qin slave."

The man raised his voice to call Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled slightly, he slowly raised his eyes, and looked at him through the shadows.

Those phoenix eyes were full of seductive light, full of charm, but the light in the bottom of the eyes was innocent and pure, like a child who has not grown up.

The man suddenly remembered that Emperor Dayue was seven years old this year, but the charming young man in front of him was not yet seventeen.

It was rare for the man not to get angry, and he waved to Ning Zhe, "Come here."

Ning Zhe glanced at the waiter, then got up, opened the bead curtain and walked over.

The servant was caught by his gaze and knelt on the ground, sweating profusely.

What the hell, how could he be afraid of a lowly succubus?

Ning Zhe stood in front of the man.

The guard kicked him at the crook of his knee, "Kneel down when you see the prince!"

Ning Zhe staggered a few steps, bent his legs, and knelt heavily on the ground.

The man stared at him without moving his eyebrows, and said lightly, "Climb over."

Ning Zhe glanced at him, but didn't move, his dark eyes were as silent as an abyss, and there seemed to be a fire in the depths.

No. 67's voice was cold, "Do as he says."

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes flickered and drooped slightly.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly bent down, pressed his hands on the dirty ground, and slowly crawled towards the black-robed man step by step under the watchful eyes of everyone.

A young man in fine clothes couldn't help laughing, "Your Highness, your slave is really obedient after being trained by you."

The man in black robe slightly hooked his lips, but did not speak.

When Ning Zhe crawled to his feet, the tender skin on his knees had already been scratched, and there were bloodstains all the way.

Ning Zhe couldn't help shivering on the bitingly cold ground.

The man in black robe looked at him, suddenly stretched out his hand, gently raised his chin, and asked with a smile, "Cold?"

Ning Zhe shivered slightly, but didn't speak.

Interest flashed in the man's eyes, he gently untied the brocade belt on Ning Zhe's chest, and tore off the fox fur.

In an instant, the cold wind rushed into Ning Zhe's body, like a knife slashing at him, tearing his flesh and blood.

Ning Zhe's teeth trembled violently, and his body was almost convulsed by the cold.

"Does a monster like a half-demon feel cold?" Someone on the side asked suspiciously, "Could it be that His Royal Highness picked up a treasure?"

Demons are not afraid of the cold or feel pain, so are half-demons. Ordinary succubi have low sanity, except for Cheng Huan, who is a useless fool.

But what Ning Zhe did was clearly more like a human being, that's why he asked this question.

The man in black robe smiled but said nothing.

It is a rare and rare item, but it can't be called a treasure.

He pulled Ning Zhe up, ordered someone to bring Yuqin, pressed Ning Zhe and knelt beside the Qin, and said with a smile: "Gu bought you back, not to look good, you rested for so many days, it's time to move." Move your fingers."

It was clear that he was asked to play the piano.

Ning Zhe stared at Yuqin, and asked softly in his heart [No. 67, what should I do]

No. 67 said nothing.

Ning Zhe's fingertips trembled a little, and he gently placed his fingers on the strings.

An ear-piercing sound suddenly sounded, and a sharp blade of air shot out from the jade qin, cutting through Ning Zhe's fingertips instantly.

The blood immediately dripped down, fell on the strings, and was quickly absorbed.

The black-robed man laughed lowly, "Why, you won't be able to play the Fumoqin after you haven't touched it for a few days? Do you want Gu to teach you how to play it?"

The Fumoqin, of course, needs to be irrigated with the blood of demons in order to play the most beautiful fairy music in the world.

Ning Zhe heard the meaning of his words, raised his eyes slightly, and the mist condensed in the eye sockets, gradually converging into water droplets, and big ones rolled down.

The man in the black robe met his eyes and was stunned for a moment.

For some reason, at that moment just now, he thought he saw the little emperor.

He gradually withdrew his smile, and complex emotions flashed across his dark green hawk-like eyes.

The people at the side were still waiting to hear the music played by the famous qin slave, but for some reason, His Royal Highness suddenly darkened and announced that the banquet would be dissolved.

Everyone was at a loss, but they didn't dare to disobey His Royal Highness's wishes, so they all bowed and bowed to say goodbye.

After the person left, the man in black stood up and walked slowly towards Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe opened a pair of hazy teary eyes, staring blankly at him walking over.

The man gently pinched his chin, stared at his bright eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Qin Nu, are you seducing Gu?"

Ning Zhe felt the cold murderous aura.

This man wants to kill him.

Ning Zhe quickly lowered his eyes, covering the light in his pupils, and shook his head slightly.

"I..." Ning Zhe spoke softly, his voice hoarse, "I can't remember..."

The man smiled, "What tricks are you playing again?"

He gently caressed Ning Zhe's tender cheeks with his fingers, and the breeze blew through his sleeves, as if he was brewing something, and he seemed to be hesitating.

Ning Zhe quietly squeezed the corner of his clothes, looked at him with quiet eyes, and said crisply, "I didn't lie to you."

The man's eyes deepened.

This is not Qin Nu.

It is absolutely impossible for Qin Nu to show such an expression.

The man looked at him for a moment, thought for a while, and ordered the guards to go down.

After a while, the guard came back with another person in his hand.

It was already a blood man whose face could not be seen. His hands had been cut off, his exposed skin had been peeled off, and even one of his eyes had been gouged out. His appearance was extremely miserable.

Ning Zhe looked at him blankly, then turned to look at the man.

The man in black robe took the dagger from the guard at the side, leaned over and spread Ning Zhe's palm, and put the dagger in his hand.

The dagger was cold to the touch, and Ning Zhe couldn't help shrinking his hand.

The man had a panoramic view of his little movements, and a sarcasm flashed across his eyes.

Talking about amnesia, it really is pretending.

The man raised his lips slightly, and smiled softly at Ning Zhe, "Go and kill him, Gu will believe you."

Ning Zhe looked down at the dagger, and he asked the man, "Really?"

The man smiled lowly, "What did I lie to you for?"

Ning Zhe clenched his dagger tightly and climbed up with difficulty.

Because of kneeling for a long time, the soles of his feet were numb, and he couldn't stand firmly when he got up, so he fell headfirst into the arms of the man.

The man stood there, looking at him motionless.

His strong strength made him not worried at all that Ning Zhe would attack him. After all, in his opinion, this was just a little succubus, a lowly slave.

However, No. 67 saw Ning Zhe's intentions, and said lightly [If you kill him, this task will not be completed, let alone with your current strength, do you think you can succeed? 】

Ning Zhe paused with his fingertips, and the dagger fell gently.

No. 67 is wrong, but he can succeed.

But he can't take risks, if the mission can't be completed, he won't be able to find Xuanxuan.

Ning Zhe took a deep breath, trembling, got up from the man, took the dagger, and walked towards the blood man step by step.