I'm a killer with no emotions

[You recruited him, don't regret it] The cold voice of No. 67 suddenly sounded.

Ning Zhe seemed to have never heard of it, and put his forehead on the man's filthy eyebrows, and gently closed his eyes.

Number 67 stared at him with eyes that could almost kill.

Ning Zhe's clear and shallow breath sprayed on the man's face vaguely, carrying a sweet and seductive smell.

The tip of his soft nose touched the man, and the pair of long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, like a small brush, sweeping straight on the man's heart, making it tickle unbearably.

There were slight ripples in Chi Yue's blood-colored eyes. He opened his eyes and watched Ning Zhe's movements quietly.

A faint blue light emanated from the place where the eyebrows of the two met, like a cluster of cold flames, flickering beautifully in the dark prison cell.

After a while, Ning Zhe opened his eyes.

Chi Yue saw a ray of light flicker from the bottom of his deep eyes, like a shooting star across the night sky, brilliant for a moment.

Chi Yue's eyes flashed.

When Ning Zhe got the information he wanted, he let go of the man and prepared to leave.

[System task: Rescue Chiyue, reward 10 abuse points after completion, lose 20 points and [-] abuse points if failed]

Ning Zhe paused.

No. 67 sneered [I told you not to provoke him, anyone you contact may trigger the hidden mission]

Ning Zhe did not refute, lowered his eyes, his expression was quiet [I see]

He lowered his head to look at Chi Yue, picked up his collar, easily picked him up, and led him out of the prison.

Chi Yue was startled, and couldn't help raising his eyes to look at this petite and seemingly weak young man.

The blood on his body was mixed with muddy water, it was extremely black and dirty, and instantly stained the young man's snow-white and luxurious robe.

It's just that the young man's expression was calm and calm, and he didn't care at all.

Chi Yue didn't know why, but suddenly felt that the black marks on the snow-white gown were extremely obtrusive, he gently stretched out his hand, and touched the corner of the boy's clothes.

The boy didn't notice.

The blood in Chi Yue's eyes flickered slightly, and his fingertips curled up slightly, tightly grasping a small corner of the boy's clothes.

No. 67 stared at his hands with extremely cold eyes.

It's a pity that he lives in Ning Zhe's body, and Chi Yue can't see him.

The cell where Chiyue was located was very hidden, and the guards were extremely tight.

It was inconvenient to move with the red axe, and Ning Zhe showed many flaws along the way.

However, as long as all the guards come into contact with him, they will involuntarily lose consciousness, so he was not caught for a while.

When we got outside the prison, we saw that the guards who were restrained were still struggling.

Seeing Ning Zhe come out, they immediately glared at Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe originally planned to leave, but suddenly paused.

These people have seen his face.

Ning Zhe thought for a moment, lowered his eyes, and cold flames ignited from his fingertips.

I don't know what he did, but seeing the eyes of those guards gradually becoming blurred, as if they had forgotten what happened just now, they mechanically turned and left.

Others may not be able to understand what happened, even Chi Yue can only vaguely guess that he may have used a technique such as soul-stirring.

But in No. 67's eyes, he could see it very clearly.

Although these guards looked fine, their souls had already been swallowed by beams of faint blue flames.

It was this flame that controlled the movements of the guards.

The tongue of fire will gradually spread from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, and within three days, these people will burn out their souls and die, their souls will be scattered, they will not enter reincarnation, and there will be no afterlife.

Because they would pose a threat to him, he sentenced these people to death without any mercy.

No. 67 stared deeply at Ning Zhe's calm side face, and wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth and said nothing.

Ning Zhe left the palace with Chi Yue and threw him into a dense forest in the back mountain.

The mission of No. 67 is to save people, and the matter after saving people is naturally out of his control. He only went to see him to get the memory of this person.

Ning Zhe was about to leave when he suddenly stopped and turned around to look.

I saw the dirty man laying on the ground in embarrassment, looking up at him, the scarred hand tightly pinching the hem of his clothes, so hard that the veins on his wrists bulged.

Ning Zhe looked back at him, and after a while, said softly: "Qin Nu is dead, I am not him."

The man was still staring at him, under the night sky, those dark red eyes suddenly glowed with blood, breathtaking, beautiful and noble to the extreme.

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

It's just that his throat has been scalded and he can't make a sound at all.

Ning Zhe saw his movements, and suddenly remembered the picture he saw in this person's memory.

The demon twins born together, the elder brother took away the rights and status of the younger brother, and sent the younger brother to hell with his own hands.

He was supposed to sit back and relax, but his noble head and unyielding back were trampled down by his younger brother who had returned from a sea of ​​blood, losing all his dignity and pride.

That's what Number 67 said - Hate...?

Ning Zhe blinked slightly.

He squatted down, leaned closer to the man's face, stared at his mysterious pair of red pupils, opened and closed his soft and bright red lips, breathing like blue.

"I saved you, you have to repay me."

The man did not speak.

Ning bent his eyebrows and eyes, and a cute and soft smile suddenly appeared on his pure and charming face.

He said to the man: "The second prince will hold a banquet in three days, you go and kill him."

As he spoke, a sharp dagger appeared from his fingertips. He took the man's big palm with his small hand, opened his fingers one by one, and put the dagger into his palm.

【How do you know that the second prince is hosting a banquet? ] The voice of No. 67 rang.

[Heard] Ning Zhe's voice was full of joy.

How did he hear it, but he didn't tell No. 67.

Holding the dagger in his hand, Chi Yue raised his eyes to see the stunning young man with a faint smile.

Chi Yue knew exactly who "he" was referring to.

After a while, he nodded.

The boy smiled softly, and the light flashed from the bottom of his dark eyes.

"If you promise, you can't lie to me. I'll wait for you."

After the words fell, he turned and left.

Chi Yue stared closely at his back until he could no longer see the thin figure, then Chi Yue lowered his head and looked at his severed legs.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and began to breathe heavily.

The cut was glowing red, and the new legs gradually began to grow inch by inch.

The severe pain of the raw limb made the veins all over Chi Yue's body bulge, and his face suddenly became ferocious.

He clenched the dagger in his hand tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he forcibly endured the pain that was comparable to cramp.

After a long time, the sky gradually turned white, and the severed limbs were healed.

Chi Yue opened his eyes, his messy hair was soaked with sweat.

With trembling legs, he stood up slowly, and looked at the resplendent Tianqi Palace not far away, the blood in his eyes darkened a bit.

He put away the dagger that Ning gave him, then turned and left in silence.

Ning Zhe had already returned to the palace at this time.

The two guards guarding the temple stood where they were, ignoring him.

No. 67 glanced over and knew that Ning Zhe had used that technique again.

【Your divine power has only recovered a little bit, don't use it indiscriminately】

Ning Zhe obediently responded [OK]

It was still early, Ning Zhe lay back on the couch and took a nap for a while.

In the middle of the night, the dense desire in my heart surged up again.

Ning Zhe clenched the back of his hand, curled up in the quilt, and swallowed the unbearable groans into his stomach.

[Add 67 to the value of being abused] The number [-] sounded, as cold as ever.

[Since it's uncomfortable, why don't you go to your highness the crown prince] No. 67 sneered.

After these days, Ning Zhe has gotten used to his sarcastic remarks.

No. 67 let him know what shamelessness and debauchery are.

He is very clear about how humble he has become now.

Those people were right, he was a monster, a filth.

Ning bent her lips, and there were dots of faint blue light in her eyes, which were cold and seductive for no reason.

He softly said [But number 67, I only want you]

No. 67's voice suddenly paused.

Ning Zhe's expression became aggrieved, tears rolled down from his eyes, dripping down on the couch, soaking the bedding.

He gasped, with a trembling cry in his voice [No. 67, I feel so uncomfortable...]

No. 67's eyes gradually deepened.

He knew that Ning Zhe was acting and he was seducing him.

He knew it very well, but still couldn't help it, showing his figure.