I'm a killer with no emotions

"You son of a bitch, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is extremely honorable, how can you touch something so dirty! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know what the order of dignity is!"

The book slave sneered, and dragged the boy up from the couch.

Ever since the qin slave woke up, His Royal Highness has been thinking about this person almost all the time, and even ordered the two of them to condescend to deliver meals, isn't it ridiculous?

Qi Nu discussed with the two of them last night, today Qi Nu will drag His Highness the Crown Prince, and the two of them will take this opportunity to come and give this lowly slave some trouble.

The servant on the left and right is just a half-devil, even if His Royal Highness is interested in him, he would not really punish them for this person.

Yesterday, there was a lot of rumors about Qin Nu's acceptance of favor, and the two of them already held a grudge against Qin Nu, but after being provoked by Qi Nu, they lost their temper and followed Qi Nu's orders.

Qin Nu is a small devil, who will care about him?

The book slave and the painting slave thought that no one would find out about it.

They didn't know that the food sent to them by the chess slave was laced with poison.

Chess slave is very scheming, he wants to harm others but he doesn't want to do it himself to leave a clue, so he finds these two scapegoats.

Shu Nu and Hua Nu were targeted as arrows, but they still didn't know it, let alone their envoy, Qi Nu, who had been sent down by the prince as early as the beginning of the plan.

"You are a demon beast, you should live forever on your knees! His Royal Highness took pity on you and brought you back, but you shamelessly seduced him. You really are a shameless and dissolute bastard!"

The book slave raised his hand high, and slapped the young man's charming face hard.

The boy was slapped hard and fell to the side, a bright red mark immediately appeared on his fair face, and a streak of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Sexy thing! With a gaudy face, you dare to compete with us. What else do you have besides this face? If I ruin your face today, do you think His Royal Highness will be favored by you?" Fascinated?"

While sneering, he slapped the boy again.

Ning Zhe raised his hand weakly and gently held his hand.

Clearly not seeing how hard he was, Shu Nu let out a scream and knelt on the ground with a pale face.

"My hand...my hand! It's about to break!"

Seeing this, Hua Nu kicked Ning Zhe hard in the stomach and rescued Shu Nu from his hands.

Ning Zhe was kicked so that he arched his body, coughed lowly, covered his lower abdomen tightly, and trembled slightly.

The porridge these two sent was laced with poison, and Ning Zhe was in so much pain that he could barely resist.

[Add 2% to the abused value. 】

The voice of No. 67 sounded, cold and indifferent.

【I have already told you not to drink, it is you who are disobedient】

Ning Zhe's teeth were trembling, and he squeezed out a cute smile with difficulty [No. 67, the money has risen]

If you raise the money, you won't leave him, does that mean...

Number 67 gradually fell silent.

The painting slave over there walked over coldly, tied Ning Zhe's hands, and said with a ferocious face: "You dare to fight back, you are so courageous!"

He glanced at the bowl of cold porridge that Ning Zhe had not spilled on the ground last night, and couldn't help saying: "His Royal Highness asked me to bring you food, how dare you not eat it? Give it to me! Use your stinky mouth Lick it clean!"

As he spoke, he firmly pressed Ning Zhe's back of the neck, forcing him to bend down to lick the spilled white porridge on the ground.

"You mean bastard, you thought that His Royal Highness touched you, so you could fly up to the branch and become that noble phoenix!? Let me tell you, your filthy half-demon body is only worthy of being crushed by a man Fuck it, I don't know how many people raped and humiliated you before entering the palace! What a dirty thing!"

"No... not..."

His last words irritated Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe's breathing suddenly became heavy, and a icy fire burst out of his eyes, and the piercing killing intent instantly overwhelmed the entire palace.

He slowly raised his eyes, his pupils narrowed into a straight line, mechanically stared at the painting slave, and said with difficulty, "I'm not... a dirty thing..."

Hua Nu and the others were just ordinary servants, they didn't realize the danger, they sneered and said: "You are not a dirty thing, who is! You were ruined by His Royal Highness with that kind of dirty thing, do you think you are Is it innocent?"

Ning Zhe's pupils were absent-minded, and he paused for a moment, feeling a little bewildered in his pupils.

A cold light flashed between his fingers, and a thin sharp blade slowly appeared, with just a slight movement, it could pierce the throats of the two bullies.

The scenes that were buried deep in his heart and gradually forgotten gradually emerged in his eyes.

From as long as he could remember, Ning Zhe lived alone among the dead, and he didn't understand anything.

Can't even walk or talk.

When he was hungry, he saw crows eating the corpses of dead people, so he ate them too, until his hands were covered with blood and carrion.

Later, when someone saw him, he picked him up and trained him, trying to sell him as a slave.

Whenever he was disobedient, those people would wave their whips and call him a "dirty thing" and a "dead-eating monster".

Ning Zhe was ignorant before and didn't know what it meant, but after entering the Zongheng Pavilion, he gradually understood that a person like him is not tolerated in the world.

He tried desperately to change, trying to imitate the expressions on their faces. He had become like those people who could laugh and cry, but someone still stepped on him and called him a "dirty thing".

Thinking of the past, Ning Zhe's pupils gradually diverged.

No, no...he's not a filth.

The Lord has clearly said that he is very clean, as long as those who speak ill of him are killed, no one will dare to say that about him...

The cold flames in Ning Zhe's pupils spread, burning the entire silent abyss, and a terrifying aura quietly spread out from him.

But suddenly—

【The prince is coming】

The voice of No. 67 rang in Ning Zhe's ears. It was cold and deep. It hit Ning Zhe's heart lightly like a jade stone, instantly restoring Ning Zhe's sanity.

The prince is here, he can't kill people, and he can't show any strangeness.

Ning Zhe understood the meaning of words 67.

He was stunned for a moment, then gradually lowered his head.

Like a humiliated slave.

No. 67 looked into his silent eyes and didn't make a sound.

He thought that Ning Zhe didn't care about yesterday's humiliation.

His reaction was so calm that he didn't seem to care at all who violated his body or what others did to him.

But he was called a "dirty thing" today, but he almost lost his mind.

Is it because his body has a heart?

Number 67 froze for a moment.

The sound of low footsteps outside the hall gradually came, No. 67 glanced outside, and then disappeared the sound.

When the black-robed man walked in, he saw his zither slave being pressed to the ground by two lowly slaves, humiliated in every possible way.

His face darkened in an instant.

He thought that if the chess slaves were dealt with, there would be no more troubles, but he forgot that there were no chess slaves, but there were also book slaves and painting slaves.

These three people have always been at odds with each other, and the man in black usually only finds it amusing to see them pretending to be intriguing.

But who would have thought that these people would be so bold that they dared to attack Qin Nu behind his back!

A dangerous glint flashed across the man's ruthless pupils, and there was a flutter in the wide sleeves, and the bitter cold wind suddenly rushed out, rolling the two teenagers and throwing them to the wall!

The two teenagers opened their eyes wide, and before they had time to scream, the moment they fell to the ground, they were twisted into pieces of flesh and blood by the sharp wind blades, leaving no bones left.

Blood splashed half of the wall immediately, showing the traces of the two people's survival.

It was originally a funny gadget, if it is not obedient, it will naturally lose its survival value.

The man glanced at the scattered lumps of flesh indifferently, and walked towards the helpless young man curled up on the ground struggling.

The boy's slender wrists were tied behind him with rough hemp ropes, his beautiful pale cheeks were forced to stick to the dirty ground, his whole body trembling.

His pale lips were already bleeding from biting, and his beautiful long and narrow phoenix eyes were dimmed, with an expression of humiliation and despair.

Like a small beast that fell into the hands of a hunter, no matter how hard it struggled, it was futile.

It's just that he is so weak that he can break with a single blow, but he refuses to admit defeat no matter what.

Looking down from a man's point of view, one can see a pair of beautiful butterfly bones looming under the clothes of the young man, and the arc of flapping wings is so beautiful.

It was so unbearable that one couldn't help but want to hold him up high, and when he was about to fly, break his wings and watch him fall heavily.

That scene must have been extremely poignant.

There was a glimmer of light in the man's eyes, and his heart was inexplicably hot.

He couldn't help but slowly bent down, and stretched out his hand towards the young man, his tone was as gentle as a whisper in a lover's world.

"Qin Nu, come..."

Ning Zhe was gently picked up by the man and brought back to the palace.

He shrank, leaning cautiously in his arms, his small plain white hands uneasily clutching a small piece of the man's clothes, as if he was afraid that if he got upset, he would throw himself off.

The man caught a glimpse of him, his eagle-like sharp and deep eyes flickered, and asked lightly, "Are you afraid of being alone?"

The charming young man in his arms suddenly held his breath, his face that could make all sentient beings overwhelmed was instantly pale and bloodless, his pupils shrunk into a straight line, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

The man's eyes were full of interest, he supported him with one hand, freed the other hand, and gently pushed away the bright red lips he was biting tightly out of fear with his fingertips.

"Talk, huh?"

The boy's whole body was tense, his lips were trembling, and his voice was trembling out of tune: "No...not afraid..."

The man glanced away, and caught a glimpse of the two white and tender hands clenched into fists beside him.

Obviously already terrified of fear, but still insisted on not admitting it.

Since when did his piano slave become so interesting?

The man gave a low laugh, and touched the young man's cheek, "Be good, don't worry, as long as you are obedient, Gu will not do anything to you."

The young man looked at him in horror, unable to believe it: "Really...really..."

The man couldn't help lowering his head, touched the tip of his red and attractive nose, and promised, "Naturally."

The young man's beautiful eyes were soon soaked by the mist, and he looked at him almost begging for mercy, sobbing softly: "I... I will be obedient, I will be very obedient..."

"Don't...don't...so to me..."

There was some dodging in his expression, as if it was difficult to speak.

The man moved his throat slightly, and couldn't help but think of the lascivious appearance of the boy lying powerlessly in his arms yesterday, with his legs spread wide and forced to have sex.

"No." The man's voice was hoarse and deep, his fingers gently rubbed the boy's tight back, and a dark tide surged in his eyes, "I won't treat you like that."

The boy responded in a low voice, very obedient.

The man noticed that he was still vigilant, obviously not believing these words.

His sharp eyes narrowed, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

A wonderful play often requires a lot of energy and patience.

He is in no hurry.

He will wait until the day when Qin Nu walks into his palm willingly.

The corner of the man's lips curled up slightly, and he led the boy into his bedroom.

The boy's clothes were messy and dirty, his long hair was disheveled in a shawl, and a bloody gash was scratched on the corner of his lips. He was extremely miserable.

The man's eyes darkened, and he took him to the hot spring at the back of the hall. His slender fingers picked up his clothes, intending to bathe and clean his body.

The young man clutched his clothes tightly in panic, staring at the man in front of him with his glamorous phoenix eyes as if frightened, trembling and begging softly, "No...don't be like this..."