I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe was locked in a water prison for several days, and every day a pharmacist in a strange costume came and cut his wrist to draw blood.

He has a strong recovery ability, and he can often return to his original state after a night.

Seeing this, the pharmacist who took the blood became even more unscrupulous, looking at Ning Zhe with dirty desires in his eyes.

Pharmacist was afraid of Ning Zhe's identity before and dared not do anything, but seeing that Ning Yan really ignored the emperor these days, he became more daring and reckless.

Now, taking advantage of Ning Zhe's coma, he caresses his body intentionally or unintentionally.

[Get up, get to work] No. 67 wakes up Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe's eyelashes trembled, and he flew up gently like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

After regaining consciousness, Ning Zhe heard No. 67 say in an emotionless voice [System task: kill the pharmacist, reward: Ning Xuan's clue]

Ning Xuan is Ning Zhe's lost sister.

Ning Zhe blinked his big eyes, looked at the man with a ferocious and ugly smile in front of him, and said slowly [OK]

"Yo, the emperor is awake? Just right, I have something to trouble you."

Seeing Ning Zhe staring at him, the pharmacist became even more greedy, but he still remembered his mission, so he smiled maliciously, pulled the hand switch, let Ning Zhe down, and ordered someone to take him to an attic on the lake .

"My lord, the person has already been brought." The pharmacist respectfully reported to the person sitting in front of the couch.

Ning Zhe was roughly thrown at someone's feet by the guards, and when he looked up, he saw the handsome Ning Yan in black clothes.

He was staring at the person on the couch with a gentle expression that Ning Zhe had never seen before.

Ning Zhe stared at him intently.

Ning Yan noticed his gaze, turned his head, and asked suddenly: "Your Majesty, do you still remember how Lan'er was tortured by you?"

Ning Zhe didn't speak, Ning Yan replaced him and said: "You pierced Lan'er to the bone and hung him at the gate of the city for three days and three nights. Every day, you sent someone to use the sharpest thin blade to cut down a piece of his flesh and blood."

He said, looking at Ning Zhe: "Do you still remember?"

Ning Zhe looked at him, his beautiful eyebrows with unyielding tenacity: "This is how the enemy should be punished for spying, and I am eliminating harm for the people."

"Is it?"

Ning Yan pinched his chin tightly with two fingers, forcing him to raise his head, and said in a calm tone: "In this case, then this king killed you, a cruel and unkind king, and it can be said that he has done harm to the people."

He pressed hard with his fingertips, leaving a bright red mark on Ning Zhe's jaw.

Ning Zhe suffered pain, the tenacity quickly dissipated, his expression became cowardly again, and he begged for mercy: "Uncle Emperor..."

The voice is soft and obedient.

She obviously had an innocent face, but her heart was more vicious than anyone else.

Ning Yan's eyes grew colder, he pushed Ning Zhe back hard, and said, "Do it!"

The pharmacist got the order, stepped forward and grabbed Ning Zhe's wrist, and mercilessly cut the delicate skin with a dagger.

Ning Zhe let out a muffled snort, watching his own blood continuously flow into a jade bowl with the mouth of a basin.

Normally, the pharmacist would only take a small porcelain bottle to take blood, and Ning Zhe could bear it, but now, Ning Yan made it clear that he wanted to drain his blood.

Ning Zhe trembled all over and struggled violently.

The huge chain hung from his bloody shoulders, dragging on the ground with a dull sound.

The person sleeping on the couch was awakened by the sound, and let out an uneasy groan.

Ning Yan frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Press him tight."

The guard immediately tightened the chain, pressed Ning's shoulders, and tightly covered his mouth.

Ning Zhe was forced to raise his head, and big teardrops rolled out of his misty eyes, hitting his body one by one, the blood and tears mixed, and wet the front of his clothes.

He squinted at Ning Yan, and there was a deep pain and despair hidden in his dark pupils.

But Ning Yan didn't even want to give him a look, and looked softly at the man on the couch, and said softly, "Lan'er, you're awake."

The person on the couch cried out in pain: "Oh... my lord... Lan'er, Lan'er's heart hurts so much..."

Ning Yan immediately leaned forward, held his hand tightly, and comforted him: "It's okay, Lan'er is okay, this king will cure you soon."