I'm a killer with no emotions

After the man in black robe left the bedroom, he went to meet the man named Chi Yue.

Chi Yue was hung in the prison, unkempt and dying.

The man raised his eyebrows and laughed, "Young Lord of the Demon Race has fallen to this point. If the Lord Witch sees him, he will definitely regret why he opened the seal and released you in the first place. He has lost his face for nothing."

Chi Yue slightly moved his long eyelashes, but said nothing.

The man sighed, "It's a pity that the witch master has already fallen, otherwise he should really show him that the demon clan he once supported is now just a slave under Tianqi's feet."

Chi Yue suddenly raised his head and threw himself at him fiercely, but was restrained by the chains in his body, unable to take a step closer.

"On the day the artifact is cast, I, Tianqi, will break through the territory of your demon clan, kill all the demon clan, and rule the world!"

The man paused as he spoke, and the corners of his lips were playful, "By the way, do you know how the artifact was made? The souls of 10 clans and the souls of [-] demons were fused together to forge the gods of the ten directions." halberd."

"The human soul is taken from Dayue, as for the devil's soul... of course, the souls of you filthy demon slaves are taken!"

Chiyue's blood-red pupil suddenly burst into a burst of blood-cold light, and a hoarse roar of "ho-ho" came out of his throat, and he desperately stretched out his hand towards the man.

But no matter how hard he struggled, the magic chains in his body tightly bound him, making him unable to move at all.

The chain around his neck became tighter and tighter, strangling him until his eye sockets were bloodshot and red, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Veins were bulging all over his body, and the blood in his eyes was so thick that it was almost dripping.

"The mantis arm is the car."

The man gave a cold snort of disdain, turned and left.

The accompanying servant followed behind him, glanced at the person behind him who was still struggling in vain, and couldn't help saying: "Your Highness, did you just let that bastard Qin Nu go? Now he is the only one who knows the true identity of this devil. , if you don't use torture to extract your whereabouts, and let the second prince find the trace first, I worry that the situation will be unfavorable to you."

The black-robed man sneered, "So what if he finds you? The solitary Prince Tianqi, is he still afraid of being a fool?"

He casually glanced at the waiter, and said lightly: "Let's put this matter aside for the time being, no one is allowed to do anything to Qin Nu without Gu's order, otherwise he will be punished as treason!"

The servant was dripping with cold sweat, and responded respectfully with a series of voices.

Qin Nu has always been disciplined by him. He used to flog this lowly slave a lot in the Criminal Division.

He originally planned to lead someone to torture him secretly, forcing the qin slave to confess the whereabouts of the devil, so that he could claim credit for His Highness the Crown Prince.

But now it seems that he is so cautious in front of His Royal Highness, there is no way to hide it.

The servant wiped off his cold sweat, and he didn't dare to take advantage of the qin slave any more, so he obediently followed behind the majestic and intimidating Crown Prince.

As everyone knows, His Royal Highness is not as cold as the surface, and his heart is also a mess, extremely complicated.

Sitting behind the desk, he looked at the pile of information in his hand, but he didn't have the slightest desire to read it.

Qin Nu's charming face has been lingering in his mind, gradually overlapping with the little emperor's quiet and well-behaved face.

He seemed to see the little emperor quietly looking at his pitiful appearance with big teary eyes, as if accusing him of being ruthless and cruel.

Men are upset.

He just went to Dayue and saw an interesting gadget, so why is it always on his mind and he can't let it go?

The sticky, wet and hot touch of the fingertips was still there, the man couldn't help but rubbed his fingertips, frowned fiercely, and a fierce dark light slid across the dark green hawk-like eyes.

Qin Nu was originally a succubus, and it must be Qin Nu who charmed him, which made him into this strange appearance.

The man took out a letter, took a deep breath, forced himself not to think about the faces of the little emperor and Qin Nu, and started to deal with the matter.

By night.

After dinner, the man caught a glimpse of the pale and cold moonlight outside the carved window. For some reason, the scene of the little emperor lying alone in the cold water prison of the Dingbei Palace appeared before his eyes, covered in blood.

The uncontrollable impulse in my heart surged up again.

"Come on."

The man suddenly spoke heavily.

"Your Highness." A handsome young man came up with a docile expression, "What is your Highness's order?"

"He..." The man's fingertips moved, "Can the slave have dinner?"

The young man lowered his eyebrows and looked down, "Your Highness, you have given instructions on this at noon, and the book slaves and painting slaves have just brought food over."

The man paused and waved him off.

The moonlight was bright at night, the man pondered for a moment, got up and walked towards the side hall.

The young man outside the hall hurriedly followed, and said anxiously: "Your Highness, don't you need your servant to accompany you tonight?"

The man glanced at him, and said a word lightly: "Get lost."

The boy paused and looked at him sadly, but he didn't dare to disobey the order.

He is a chess slave rewarded by His Majesty, dedicated to serving His Highness the Crown Prince.

His Royal Highness is not close to women, only a few servants around him.

Outsiders thought that he was favored every night, but only he knew that that person had never touched him, and he was never allowed to touch his clothes.

Qi Nu held his breath and followed the man quietly, seeing him walk into Qin Nu's bedroom with his own eyes.

Chess slave couldn't help clenching his fists, a flash of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Since Qin Nu woke up last time, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seemed to be a different person, and he was even so considerate to him today!

"It's just a lowly demon, but it dares to covet His Royal Highness, it really deserves death!"

Qi Nu was in a daze when suddenly a thin voice came from behind him.

Qi Nu was startled, turned around, but saw that it was the head servant of the palace.

He quickly put away the expression on his face, restored that docile look, and bowed to salute.

The servant gave him a little help, and pointedly said: "Your Highness is so fascinated by such a lowly slave that he doesn't even care about you. Are you just willing to do that?"

Qi Nu's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

The servant handed a porcelain bottle to his palm, and said with a smile: "Your Highness made a mistake, we can do nothing as slaves, but killing the culprit is not difficult, don't you think so?"

Qi Nu trembled, holding the porcelain bottle.

He took a deep breath and stared at Ning Zhe's dormitory, a trace of resentment flashed across his eyes, but a gentle smile appeared on his face, "You're right."

The two discussed something in a very low voice and then left.

The man in black robe turned his head and glanced lightly out of the window, with interest in his sharp eyes.

interesting.

He turned his head and looked at the boy on the couch.

He was sitting curled up in the corner, holding a bowl of porridge in both hands, licking it carefully.

The man held out his hand.

He just saw the broken hair around the young man's ears obstructing his eyes, and wanted to push them away, but he saw that the young man trembled violently like a deer frightened.

The man's face darkened, and he was about to get angry, but he saw mist in his beautiful phoenix eyes, and the long eyelashes like small fans were flickering and shaking, it was very pitiful.

The anger in the man's heart gradually dissipated, he stayed away from him, and stopped touching him.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the bowl, and began to lick it with confidence.

One bite at a time, like a bird pecking at food.

The man saw the pink and soft tip of his tongue flickering in the bright red lips, and the fingertips that had been stained with the boy's body fluids began to feel hot again.

All the way, the fire was burning, burning to his heart.

He pinched his fingers, and with a hoarse voice, he asked, "Why don't you use a spoon?"

Qin Nu's body trembled, as if she was frightened by him, she raised her head and stared at him in shock, her eyes were blank.

The man clenched his fists, stood up suddenly, approached him, and said coldly: "Do you think Gu will let you go by pretending to be pitiful?"

The bowl in Qin Nu's hand fell to the ground with a "clack" and shattered.

Trembling all over, he was forced to raise his eyes to stare at the man, as if recalling the humiliation he had suffered during the day, his eyes were full of despair and fear.

The man stared at his face which was completely different from that of the little emperor, but for some reason, all he saw in his heart was the little emperor.

The man got up suddenly, threw him away, and strode out of the bedroom.

He must be crazy!

The man frowned and stood outside the bedroom all night.

Ning Zhe lay on the couch, staring blankly at his profile printed on the door.

At this moment, he no longer had the slightest sense of shrinking back just now, his eyes were quiet and silent, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

In the early morning, the man returned to the palace with his body covered in dew.

Ning Zhe blinked, then closed it gently, and fell into a deep sleep.

As soon as the man returned to the palace, the chess slave came up to meet him and wanted to help him change his clothes, but he coldly avoided him.

Qi Nu's eyes flickered, and he retreated respectfully.

The man stared at his back and sneered.

The second prince wanted to tamper with his palace, but it was still too early.

At night, the man wrote a letter and ordered the guards to deliver it, then he put down his pen and called people in.

"Your Highness, do you want to undress and go to bed?"

The handsome chess slave walked over with a smile, and stretched out his slender fingers to touch the man's skirt.

The man remained motionless, and the wind blew through the wide sleeves, suddenly knocking the chess slave to the ground.

The chess slave lay on the ground in embarrassment, opened his mouth and spat out blood, extremely weak.

The man's expression was cold and stern, his eyes were extremely sharp, "Without Gu's permission, who gave you the guts to touch Gu?"

The chess slave said aggrievedly: "Your Highness, Qin Nu and that lowly slave can touch you, why can't you! The slave was bestowed by His Majesty, isn't it nobler than Qin Nu's lowly half-demon!?"

The man stared at him for a moment, then he couldn't help but curl his lips and sneered.

"You and the other three slaves of chess, calligraphy and painting stayed here only for the sake of their father and king. All these years, I have been alone with you, but I think you are not worth doing alone. Why, I really regard myself as a Are you the half master of my palace?"

The man's eyes were full of interest, and he said to him: "If you think you are nobler than the qin slave, then the orphan will make you a plaything lower than the succubus, what do you think?"

Qi Nu's expression changed suddenly, and he hurriedly crawled over to pull the hem of his clothes, "Your Highness, Your Highness, this slave is wrong! Please spare this slave!"

The wind blade at the man's fingertips flashed past, and he was slammed against the wall. He ordered the servants to drag him down and sent him to the cell where the demon slaves were held.

This group of slaves was captured by him to breed and produce the demon army. It is natural to imagine what kind of terrifying situation the young man will face after entering.

Hearing the desperate scream of the chess slave, the man remained indifferent, and walked slowly towards the side hall not far away.

It's just that when the man walked to the bedroom, he saw two grinning teenagers tying up the piano slave, forcing him to kneel on the cold ground, and even pressing his head down, making him lick the crumbs of pastries on the ground.

The man's expression suddenly turned cold.