I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe had a dream.

He dreamed that he became the boy that appeared in his mind during the day.

He is the son of a bloodthirsty and ruthless demon king. He was born noble, but his life is not as good as that of a beast.

Just because he gave birth to a pair of snow-colored white wings, he was incompatible with the Black Wing clan.

White, which represents the gods, is the most taboo color among demons.

His father and brother regarded him as a calamity, and never took care of him since he was born, and the clansmen even excluded and bullied him.

He was born in loneliness and misery since he was a child, and he was trampled and abandoned by his own kind.

His body was tied up by his fellow tribe, and his weak wings were scorched at the stake. His limbs were cut off by his fellow tribe and eaten raw. His soul was pulled out by his tribe and thrown into the dark abyss, where he was tortured day and night.

Ning Zhe struggled in pain, screamed with a ferocious face, and desperately asked his fellow clan for help.

But his fellow clan watched him being burned by the flames, and watched him being swallowed alive by the monsters of the dark abyss.

In their eyes, there is comfort, hatred, and endless cruelty and interest.

In the pain day and night, Ning Zhe gradually forgot his identity and regarded himself as that boy.

Endless hatred surged in his heart, and his reason was completely swallowed by those dark emotions.

He struggled, resisted, and tried to escape from purgatory.

But those were all in vain. In the end, he was captured by his own brother and sent into the mouth of the monster with his own hands.

Ning Zhe watched helplessly as his flesh and blood were devoured by fangs and claws, his soul was sacrificed to the witch god, and his body was shattered and died in the world.

With a final painful roar from his throat, the white wings that had been blackened by the blood mud finally drooped heavily, unable to fly again.

However, perhaps the witch god took pity on him.

His soul did not die, and when he woke up again, he became the most honorable prince of the Tianqi Dynasty.

Ning Zhe heard the gloomy voice in his heart—in this life, he vowed to slaughter all the demons and become a god above ten thousand people!

Like a demon climbing up from the depths of hell to take revenge, he raised elite soldiers, forged artifacts, massacred demons, and leveled one demon base after another.

In just ten years, the demon clan fell apart, unable to submit to Tian Qi's feet, and completely became his slave.

Not only that, but he also designed to capture the young master of the Demon Race, cut off his limbs, gouged out his eyes, and severely humiliated his former attendants in front of him.

Seeing that man's dignity being shattered inch by inch, and seeing that man's blood-colored pupils losing light little by little, Ning Zhe finally laughed.

Those dark green pupils suddenly burst out with a cold and threatening cold light, like the most vicious falcon in the dark abyss, full of sharpness and hostility, almost able to see directly into the bottom of people's hearts.

No, no, it's not him!

Ning Zhe was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, sat up, his heart was beating heavily.

His eyes were blank, obviously he hadn't recovered from the nightmare just now.

Seeing him wake up on the 67th, he paused with his fingertips, withdrew his hand that was going to touch his palm, and said calmly: "I've already removed most of the poison for you, so it should be all right."

He waited for a while, but he didn't hear Ning Zhe's reply.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Ning Zhe was pressing his heart, panting heavily, and trembling violently.

No. 67 couldn't help frowning, and said in a low voice, "What, it still hurts?"

He only left a trace of residual poison, which should have caused no harm to Ning Zhe's body.

What's more, Ning Zhe is the God of God's remnant pulse, but it's just a little pain, what can happen to him?He was tortured like that by Ning Yan and Huo Chen, didn't he also bear it?

It's because he was too careful, it's okay, nothing will happen.

No. 67 squeezed his fingertips, and the uneasy smoke around him gradually calmed down.

He said coldly to Ning Zhe: "Don't be coquettish, if there is only a little pain, just bear it."

When Ning Zhe heard the words, his expression paused.

After a while, he took a deep breath, suppressed the trembling of his body, shook his head lightly, with pale lips, tried to smile: "No...it doesn't hurt..."

"That's fine."

No. 67 responded almost indifferently, and the smoke gradually dissipated as soon as his figure flickered.

The smile on Ning Zhe's lips gradually calmed down.

He stared at the place where No. 67 disappeared, slowly stretched out his hand, his little finger picked up a wisp of smoke that was about to dissipate, and there seemed to be a cold blue flame flashing past in his dark eyes.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

Ning Zhe quickly restrained his expression, and became that zither slave that everyone can bully.

The servant's shrill voice came from outside, "His Royal Highness, all blessings."

His Royal Highness, Qingluan.

Ning Zhe moved his fingertips slightly, and the scene in his dream began to reappear in front of his eyes. He bit his lip and tried his best to regain his composure.

Soon, a tall man in a black robe opened the door and walked in.

The man's face was handsome and cold, and his facial features were very distinct. When those sharp thin lips were not smiling, they couldn't help showing a cold and hostile air.

The most attractive thing is the pair of eyes, dark green as emeralds, cold as blades, like a goshawk, as long as the prey he is eyeing, there is absolutely no way to escape.

The eyes are exactly the same as those in the dream.

Ning Zhe stared at the man, his heart started beating violently again.

The scene of him being tortured by the demons in the dream is still vivid in his memory, and those pains that make him die seem to be burned into his body and soul, and he can't get rid of them no matter what.

Compared with Huo Chen and Ning Yan's methods of torturing him, the pain of being eaten alive by monsters is clearly more painful. Ning Zhe has been in pain so many times that he wants to die, but because of the tenacity of the life of the demons, he can't die no matter what.

Thinking of the scene of despair in the dream, Ning Zhe couldn't help but hugged his arms tightly, and his body couldn't help trembling.

When Qingluan saw his appearance, a doubtful light quickly flashed across his eyes.

But Ning Zhe's situation did not allow him to think about it.

He stepped forward quickly, hugged the weak boy in his arms, and said anxiously: "Anu, what's wrong with you?!"

Ning Zhe was pressed into his arms, and the tip of his nose smelled the familiar fragrance of flowers and plants on his body.

It wasn't until this time that Ning Zhe realized very clearly that it was not him who experienced those things, but this seemingly flawless man in front of him.

His eyes moved slightly, thinking of the memory that Qingluan had left in his mind.

It was because of those memories that he had these hallucinations.

Ning Zhe was in a trance.

He thought of the young man who died in Qingluan's arms in his dream.

That young man was the only one who was kind to Qingluan. In order to protect Qingluan, he even did not hesitate to become the enemy of the entire demon clan.

Because of this young man, even though the young Qingluan suffered all the torture and pain, he never thought of taking revenge on the demons.

But later, after the lonely and pitiful little Qingluan let go of all his defenses and believed in the young man, he put his hand into little Qingluan's body.

It turned out that he approached Qingluan only because of the magic pill conceived in his body.

In the end, the young man was strangled by Qing Luan's own hands, died quietly in his arms, and fell asleep forever.

At that time, Qingluan said in his heart: Only the dead will never betray.

Ning Zhe couldn't help raising his eyes, and glanced at Qingluan.

The man frowned tightly, his face was deep and majestic, with an anxious look, and he couldn't see the poor boy in the dream at all.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, grabbed Qingluan's sleeve, and his short breathing gradually stabilized and slowly returned to normal.

Qingluan held him tightly in his arms, and his expression was the joy of the rest of his life: "Anu, you really scared Gu just now, fortunately, fortunately you are fine, otherwise Gu is really..."

Qingluan closed her eyes as she said, and hugged him tremblingly.

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered.

Naturally, he would not be so naive as to believe that Qingluan was really worried about him.

But it is also really difficult for him to connect Qingluan at this moment with the blood-stained demon in his memory.

Ning Zhe was silent for a moment, raised his fingertips, gently pulled Qingluan's sleeve, and said softly: "Qingluan, don't be afraid, I'm fine."

Qingluan paused, and suddenly tightened his arms.

The temperature in his arms was so hot that it almost melted the boy into his flesh and blood.

"Anu, I love you...I love you...don't leave me..."

Ning turned back and hugged him, and buried her small face deeply in his arms. After a long time, she obediently responded, "Yeah."

Qingluan smiled softly, her expression was extremely gentle, containing countless affections.

But if you look into his eyes, you will find that there is no love in his eyes, only cruel interest and eagerness to try.

No. 67 looked at him coldly and didn't make a sound.

Qingluan put on the clothes for Ning Zhe with her own hands, fed him breakfast patiently and meticulously, and after gaining enough of Ning Zhe's favor, she seemed reluctant to leave.

"wait wait wait......"

Ning Zhe pulled his sleeve pitifully, his long eyelashes trembling uneasily.

"Can I... can, can I stay..."

Qingluan looked at the sky, turned around and smiled at him: "At this time, it's time to deal with political affairs."

Ning Zhe raised his head, his voice was trembling, crying, and a pair of bewildering phoenix eyes stared at him helplessly: "I... I... alone, afraid... .”

As soon as the words fell, the mist that had condensed for a long time slipped from his eye sockets, and against his stunning appearance, it made people want to fuck him hard and cry.

Qingluan's eyes darkened a bit, he turned around, and lightly stroked the top of Ning Zhe's hair, "What's wrong?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, his body shrank, and fear appeared in his eyes.

Qingluan then remembered the fact that the book slave and the painting slave united to bully him, he stretched out his hand, passed through Ning Zhe's armpit, gently lifted the boy up, and hugged him in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, Gu has sent those slaves away, no one will dare to bully you anymore."

Ning Zhe still clutched his sleeves tightly with his two small hands, and begged in a low voice: "Night...can you...come to accompany me..."

A dark light flashed across Qingluan's eyes, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she said meaningfully: "Okay."

Ning Zhe had a look of joy on his face.

In an instant, his face was radiant, almost illuminating the entire dark palace.

Qingluan stared at his face, her breathing was slightly heavy.

Ning Zhe happened to let go of his hand at this moment, blushed and lowered his head, pinched the corner of his clothes, and said softly, "Thank you...thank you..."

Qingluan looked at him with deep eyes for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Thank you, Anu, Gu said that I like you."

His slender fingers caressed Ning's fragile neck, gently caressing his white and delicate skin, and smiled slowly: "As long as it's about Anu, I will be alone."

Ning Zhe's cheeks became even redder, and his head almost fell to his chest.

That pair of long eyelashes flickered, like a butterfly fluttering its wings to fly, one couldn't help but want to bully him severely, and cry while looking at those beautiful eyes.

Thinking of this, the man pulled the boy over, and kissed him lightly between the eyebrows.

The young man's eyes were hazy, deep in lust, unable to extricate himself.

He simply doesn't know what's going on in a man's heart.

The man's gentle actions these past few days almost made him fall, his face was flushed, and he obediently sent the man away.

almost.

Qingluan thought to herself.

His zither slave was about to fall in love with him completely, and handed himself over to him without warning.

Qingluan curled the corners of her lips, her eyes flickered, and she left with a smile.

He didn't see that as soon as he left, the expressions of admiration and admiration on the boy's face disappeared completely, and his eyes returned to their usual coldness and tranquility.

This shy and attractive young man just now is dead silent and lifeless, like a doll without emotion.

No. 67 saw his face-changing process from beginning to end.

【Why did you seduce him? Just want to be fucked by a man so much? 】

Ning huddled on the beauty couch in the courtyard, squinted his eyes, looked up at the dazzling sunlight, and did not speak.

No. 67 sneered again and said [That's right, you are a succubus now, how can you do without a man? 】

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled and lowered gently, covering the pool of sparkling spring water in the narrow and long phoenix eyes.

His calm demeanor made number 67 cold.

He escaped from Ning Zhe's body, and strands of smoke swirled around, enveloping Ning Zhe in it.

No. 67's cold voice rang in Ning Zhe's ears [Your body is so cheap, a man is not enough, you don't care if you are left or right, if you don't seduce a few more, I can collect more abuse points, don't you think so? 】

Ning Zhe stared closely at the blurred shadow of No. 67 whose face could not be seen clearly, and his eyes were lost for a moment.

He raised his head, blinked a pair of clear eyes, and asked almost innocently [No. 67, if I find a few more men, won't you leave me? 】

He looked very serious, as if as long as No. 67 nodded, he would do it.

He didn't take these things seriously, no matter how many men came, he would open his legs to welcome them.

As long as they can give him abuse value, he is willing to do anything.

Number 67 paused.

After a long while, he sneered: "Ning Zhe, you are really cheap."

"Even the bitch in the fence, there is no one like you who shamelessly begs someone to fuck you."

Ning bent his eyebrows and eyes, gently stretched out his hand, hugged No. 67's smoky body, and said with a soft smile, "Then No. 67, do you want to fuck me too?"

The breath around No. 67 suddenly became fierce, and the smoke turned into ropes, tightly locking Ning Zhe's throat, as if he wanted to kill him.

Ning Zhe blinked, the corners of his soft lips twitched, and the mist in the long and narrow phoenix eyes suddenly condensed into raindrops and rolled down.

He stared at No. 67 and cried softly, "It hurts..."

Action No. 67 was suddenly a meal.

He looked at Ning Zhe's eyes that were as silent as an abyss, and every word was like ice scum: "Ning Zhe, don't try to challenge my bottom line, you will regret it!"

After he finished speaking, he disappeared in front of Ning Zhe in an instant.

The painful look on Ning Zhe's face gradually faded.

He blinked, and the tears gradually dried up.

In the past, he cried because he was in pain.

Now he was crying, but it was just a means to achieve his goal.

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes and looked at the blue sky.The warm sun shone on him, but it made him feel a little cold.

He shrank back into the soft couch, covered his mouth with his hand, yawned a little, closed his eyes, and fell into a light sleep.

At night, Qingluan really fulfilled his promise and came to his palace.

Ning Zhe took a bath early, put on a light gauze dress, pulled the neckline to a large extent, revealing a large area of ​​white and delicate skin, and leaned quietly by the couch waiting for someone to come.

Seeing his shameless appearance, No. 67 couldn't help saying angrily 【Look at what you look like! 】

Ning Zhe smiled lowly, laughing so hard that tears welled up.

He laughed for a long time before he stopped, and his expression suddenly became dead silent.

"No. 67, you are the one who told me to collect abuse points, and you were the one who told me to find a man to fuck. I did as you said, why are you still unhappy?"

His expression was empty, his voice was light and almost weightless: "What exactly do you want me to do so that you won't leave and leave me alone..."

Number 67 fell silent suddenly, without a sound.

The corners of Ning Zhe's lips twitched slightly, and the cold flames in his eyes burned more and more intensely.

……

Qingluan entered the hall, and when he saw Ning Zhe, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Those hawk-like eyes were fixed on the young man's beautiful body, and the scorching hot breath almost melted him.

"Anu, what are you doing?"

He asked Ning Zhe, his voice was a little hoarse, and his expression was gloomy.

The charming young man seemed to be frightened by his expression.

He lowered his head with a disturbed expression: "You...don't you like...I, I just..."

"I just...I like you, I want to be with you..."

The boy's voice became lower and lower, until finally he started to sob softly.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I know I'm lowly and unqualified...but I can't help it..."

The boy poured tears down one by one, as if hitting someone's heart: "I'm sorry..."

Qingluan suddenly took a step forward, covered him with long arms, and hugged him tightly into his arms, "You are right."

With a trembling voice, he said with joy, "Anu, you are right, it's Gu's fault, Gu didn't make it clear, Gu is so happy."

He kissed the top of the boy's hair, "Anu, Gu is very happy, you are really happy to be attracted to Gu."

The boy looked at him with tears in his eyes, with a evasive expression, "Then...why...don't want me..."

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Is it... I'm too dirty..."

Qingluan's heart trembled slightly.

He held the boy's face in his arms, and gently kissed those bright red lips that had been haunting his heart for a long time. He opened his teeth and hooked the soft and seductive little tongue, and swiped wantonly in his mouth. .

"Well......"

The young man panted lightly, his eyes blurred by his kiss, and the corners of his eyes were full of spring.

After a long time, Qingluan let him go, and said softly: "Anu, I don't touch you because you are still young, and I... can't bear to..."

The young man believed it, looked up at him, his eyes sparkling, "Really?"

At this moment, Qingluan knew that he had succeeded.

The appearance of the young man relying on him wholeheartedly is simply touching to the extreme.

Like a dragonfly touching water, he gently touched the young man's lips, and replied with a smile: "Yeah."

In the end, he coaxed the boy to sleep, stared at his sleeping face for a long time, and then gently got up and left.

Of course Qingluan would not touch the boy.

It's too late for him to hate the body of a demon, so how could he fall in love with him.

To him, the boy was just a chess piece for fun.

It's just that this pawn was too pure, and he subdued the young man without much effort, with unexpected ease.

It even made him feel a little unbearable.

Qingluan caressed her heart, thinking of something, a flash of hatred suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she curled her lips into a sneer.

All the people of the demon clan deserve to die, he has nothing to bear.

It's just a gadget, and when it's gone, it's gone.

The palace door closed gently behind him, and Qingluan's figure disappeared into the air, appearing in the bloody prison cell.

He walked up to the man whose flesh had been pierced by the rope.

However, after half a day, Chi Yue's limbs were fully regenerated, and the stripped flesh and blood returned to their original state.

He looked calm, and there was no trace of embarrassment in his blood-colored pupils.

Even if he is imprisoned here, he is still the high and mighty Young Lord of the Demon Race, and no amount of suffering can break his back.

Qingluan clenched her fists tightly, staring at his face that was almost exactly the same as her own, a dark tide of hatred surged in her dark green eyes.

"Why," he said word by word, his dry and terrifying voice came out of his throat, "how can you be so calm!"

The cold wind blowing in his sleeve turned into a huge wind blade, aimed at Chi Yue's legs, and swung it down fiercely!

In an instant, blood was splashed everywhere, and stumps fell to the ground.

Chi Yue's whole body tensed suddenly, a pair of blood-colored eyes flickered lightly, but he didn't even utter a muffled groan.

Seeing his painful and distorted expression for a moment, Qingluan couldn't help but chuckled, "So what about the young master of the Demon Race? In the end, don't you just kneel at Gu's feet and wag your tail and beg for mercy?"

Chi Yue frowned slightly, but did not speak.

"It's still early, you will have to taste all the tortures Gu has suffered!"

Qingluan sneered and turned to leave.

Suddenly, he thought of something and stopped walking.

"By the way, I'm afraid you don't know that the slave who surrendered to you has abandoned you."

The light in Chi Yue's eyes moved slightly, and he gently raised his eyelids to look at him, his narrow blood eyes were filled with darkness, making it difficult to see his emotions clearly.

The corners of Qingluan's lips curled up slightly, and she ordered the guards beside her, "Go, bring Qin Nu."

The guards took orders.

After a while, a disheveled but charming young man appeared in the prison.

Qingluan gently waved to him.

The boy showed a cute smile, trotted, and ran into his arms, seemingly extremely happy.

Qingluan hugged him in his arms and patted his head: "Qin Nu, do you like being lonely?"

The young man lowered his head, pinching the hem of his clothes with his fingertips uneasily, and the tips of his ears were so red that they were dripping with blood.

After a while, he nodded shyly.

Chi Yue stared at the young man, his blood-red eyes slightly rippling.

Qingluan pursed her lips and smiled: "Since that's the case, are you willing to do whatever Gu asks you to do?"