I'm a killer with no emotions

Qingluan stretched out his hand and waved away the crowd, looked down at the young man, and said in a cold and cruel voice, "Take off your clothes."

The young man glanced at the miserable Chi Yue who was hanging aside, and clenched his fists.

It seemed that doing this in front of others made him struggle a little.

"Why, you said that you are happy with Gu, is it all fake?" Qingluan smiled lightly.

"Anu, be good, come."

The boy was bewitched by the tenderness in his eyes.

In order to get the favor of this person in front of him, he can give up everything.

He took a deep breath, shook his hands, and stripped off the only shirt left on his body.

The beautiful and graceful carcass was instantly exposed to the cold air. The skin was like creamy fat, and the collar was like a grub. Every part was carefully carved by craftsmen, which was incompatible with the dark and bloody prison.

Qingluan opened his arms towards him.

The young man looked at Chi Yue timidly.

Chi Yue was staring at him intently, the dark tide surged in the long and narrow blood-colored pupils, and the coldness drifted up and down.

As if the young man was frightened, he hurriedly took half a step back, lowered his head in fear, and threw himself into Qingluan's embrace with great attachment.

"Do you still want to save your young lord?"

Qingluan asked him with a smile, staring at Chiyue with a pair of hawk-like sharp eyes, showing the look of being sure to win.

Chi Yue's eyes fell on the young man, unable to see his emotions clearly.

The young man was confused for a moment, but soon shook his head without hesitation, "I just want to be with Qingluan."

Chiyue, who hadn't reacted all this time, suddenly breathed disorderly for a moment, and his fingertips curled up slightly, with an extremely small range.

But he couldn't hide it from Qingluan who had been watching him.

The corners of Qingluan's lips curled up slightly.

His slender fingertips pinched the boy's jaw, forcing him to raise his head, and raised a pair of bright red and delicate lips.

The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, and sent himself to him willingly.

Qingluan let out a low laugh, kissed his lips, seduced, licked and bit him, endlessly lingering.

The boy was hot and weak all over, he couldn't help but groaned, and collapsed in his arms, his cheeks were flushed, and he was out of breath.

"Anu, tell Gu, do you want to?" Qingluan exhaled softly next to his ear, and his fingertips seemed to touch that place.

The young man moaned impatiently, and put his arms around Qingluan's neck, as if he couldn't wait to be possessed by him, "Give me... Qingluan, please..."

At this moment, he looks charming and seductive, with a look of shyness like you love me, and there is no grievance from that day.

Chi Yue looked at the young man's face full of lust, the blood in his long and narrow eyes deepened, the terrifying aura around him gradually gathered, and the murderous intent was sticky and dark.

Qingluan narrowed her eyes and laughed happily.

It is said that the young master is not emotional, not lustful, noble and arrogant, but he is nothing more than a sensual layman.

"Chi Yue, did you see that?"

Qingluan buried herself in the young man's white neck, and took a deep breath of the sweet and alluring fragrance.

He raised his eyes, stared at the miserable man indifferently, and laughed in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Your little slave is mine."

Chi Yue stared at him, the bloody waves in his eyes gradually began to churn.

"I will touch and kiss your little slave, enter him, and love him."

"He'll cry and beg for mercy under me and get fucked out of his mind."

"But you can only watch him fall in love with me irresistibly and belong to me..."

Every time he said a word, Chi Yue's breathing became heavier.

The corners of Qingluan's lips twitched slightly, and his cold eyes were filled with cruel fun, "At that time, if I abandon him again, how desperate will he be?"

Chi Yue's face blurred by blood gradually turned ferocious, and the iron chains on his body rattled.

He finally changed his usual calm demeanor, let out a low growl from his throat, and roared angrily at Qingluan, like a wild beast that had been robbed of its food.

Qingluan laughed out loud.

"Not only him, I will crush all the things you care about in front of you one by one. Chi Yue, you demons owe me everything, and I will get it back one by one!"

After Qingluan finished speaking, she flicked her sleeves and wrapped them around the naked young man. With a flash of her figure, she left the prison.

Ning Zhe was thrown back on the couch, and looked puzzled at the tall and ruthless man who was about to turn around and leave.

It was clearly a charming face, yet it revealed this pure and innocent look.

The suppressed desire in Qingluan's heart revived again, burning his mouth and tongue.

"Hey, you worked hard tonight, take a good rest."

Qingluan touched his cheek, then turned his eyes cold, and left without hesitation.

He was worried that if he stayed a little longer, he would really not be able to resist wanting this seductive goblin.

When Ning Zhe saw him leave, he blinked his dark eyes lightly, and all his seductive aura disappeared.

After waiting for a while, he got up from the couch, pulled a piece of clothing over his body, opened the door and went out.

The guard guarding the palace swung his saber in front of him, "His Royal Highness has ordered that no one should come in or out."

Ning Zhe slowly raised his eyes, a cold blue flame faintly flashed in his dark eyes.

The guard met his gaze, his eyes flickered suddenly, and he passed out.

The other guard looked shocked and immediately shot at him.

Ning Zhe tapped his toes lightly, avoiding his knife, a cold light shone from his fingers, and shot at the guard.

Before the guard even made a sound, he was stabbed into the sleeping hole by a silver needle and passed out on the ground.

Ning Zhe glanced at the two of them quietly, stepped over their bodies and left.

He avoided the patrolling guards, followed his memory, and walked to the door of the prison.

Some guards spotted him and immediately surrounded him to attack.

Ning Zhe stretched out his slender fingers, and tapped lightly in mid-air, and they were held in place by an invisible force. Crowd, walk into prison.

In the prison, the man hanging by the iron chain seemed to feel something, gently opened his blood-red eyes, looked up at the young man in white walking slowly towards him.

[What do you want to do] No. 67's voice was slightly cold.

Ning Zhe didn't answer him.

He walked up to the embarrassed man, stood on tiptoe, and lightly tapped the iron chain on the man's shoulder with his fingertips.

With a "bang", the soul-destroying rope that the man could not open with all his strength, was easily broken in two under Ning Zhe's soft fingertips.

Chi Yue's eyes moved slightly, looking at Ning Zhe.

Ning narrowed his eyes and broke the iron chain on his other shoulder bone.

Without support, the man suddenly fell and fell hard to the ground.

Ning Zhe reached out quickly and grabbed his collar.

The body that was falling extremely fast stopped suddenly.

Chi Yue stared at the ground in front of him, then turned his head and looked at Ning Zhe with deep blood eyes.

Ning Zhe put him on the ground, put his arms around him, bent down, and slowly approached the man with his cheek.

Chi Yue suddenly held his breath, his long and narrow eyes stared at Ning Zhe's face that was getting closer and closer.