I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning folded his limbs and wrapped him around him.

No. 67 didn't come to blur his figure, so he hugged him thoroughly.

The body of No. 67 was extremely cold, almost without temperature.

Ning Zhe pressed his hot face against him, narrowed his eyes, and sighed comfortably, like a lazy cat.

No. 67 paused for a moment with the hand that was stretched out to push him.

"No. 67, let me hug you for a while, okay, I won't do anything."

Ning Zhe looked at him, begging in his eyes, extremely pitiful.

67 was silent for a moment.

[Hold for 1 minute, one tael of silver]

Ning Zhe rubbed his head against his smoky body.

Those smokes were also condensed from icy cold air, which could gradually calm down his body swallowed by lust.

[How long is 1 minute] Ning Zhe blinked and asked him

[15 minutes is a quarter of an hour]

Fifteen... That's 15 taels of silver.

Ning Zhe tightened his arms, and pursed his lips unhappily [so expensive]

No. 67 sneered [You take advantage of me, how dare you think I'm expensive? 】

Ning Zhe thought about it hard, and said [I want to try it for free]

He still learned this word from No. 67.

No. 67 slapped him on the head [If you want to be beautiful, you have to pay if you want to make love to me]

Ning Zhe curled his lips, his eyes were filled with mist, and he blinked and looked up at him.

This scene reminded No. 67 of how Ning Zhe bargained with him when he was still the little emperor.

No. 67's eyes darkened, he stretched out and pinched Ning Zhe's jaw, and said word by word [Ning Zhe, don't seduce me]

The corners of Ning Zhe's lips curved slightly.

He hugged 67's waist, and rubbed his flushed cheek against his cold body, gradually suppressing the desire in his heart.

No. 67 is in his arms.

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and the light of the moon lightly shone in and shone on the two of them.

After a long time, Ning Zhe yawned, moved his lips, and his voice was a little confused: "Number 67... How long has it been, and how many taels have I spent..."

The corner of No. 67's mouth twitched.

【Do you think of me as those young ladies, you can hug me if you give me money】

Ning Zhe snorted softly and asked softly, "If you are a young lady, can I buy you?"

The voice of No. 67 is cold [You have no money]

"I can make money... When I make money, I can..."

What can you do?

No. 67 didn't hear it, Ning Zhe was already asleep.

No. 67 lowered his eyes and looked at the boy for a long time.

The boy leaned against him, defenseless against him.

No. 67 involuntarily put his hand on the top of the boy's hair and rubbed it gently.

He picked up the boy, put him on the couch, pulled the quilt over him, and stood by the couch staring at him for a long time.

In the end, he leaned down lightly, and kissed the young man's forehead lightly, and the figure disappeared.

At this time it was bright.

No. 67 did not return to Ning Zhe's body, but went to Qingluan's palace.

Ning Zhe did his hands and feet very clean, without leaving any evidence.

But he ignored that there are countless rare treasures in the Tianqi Dynasty, and it is not uncommon for magic treasures such as time travelling.

When I arrived on the 67th, I saw the man in the black robe staring coldly at the bronze mirror in front of him with a serious face.

Three Wu clansmen on the side were casting spells on the bronze mirror, and there was a wave of water ripples on the copper mirror, which clearly reproduced the situation of last night.

In the dark night, under the bright moonlight, in the dark prison, a thin white figure was slowly coming out of the door.

As he walked out, the moonlight gradually went up and was about to shine on his face——

Qingluan's face is sullen, her eagle-like eyes are getting colder and colder, and the aura around her is getting more and more terrifying.

Qin Nu...it's better not to be you...

Suddenly, the bronze mirror shook violently, and the mirror surface exploded with a "click", and fragments of the bronze mirror fell to the ground, and one piece even rushed towards Qingluan, cutting his index finger.

Qingluan stared at the fragments on the ground, her voice was low and dangerous, "What's going on?"

The faces of the three Wu people were pale, and they knelt on the ground in panic, begging for mercy repeatedly.

"No...I don't know..."

Qingluan's expression suddenly became gloomy, and he stretched out his hand to grab one of them by the throat, his dark green eyes were full of hostility, "I don't know?"

"It's about... the man in the mirror has strong spells, he doesn't like prying eyes, he specially set up a barrier... so, that's why it's like this..."

After the man from the Wu clan trembled all over, Qingluan pushed him away, "You useless thing, get out!"

The three Wu people immediately rolled and crawled away.

No. 67 watched the three of them leave through his body, gently stretched out his hand, and before Qingluan checked the bronze mirror, he moved his fingertips slightly, retracting the wisp of smoke that had just seeped into the bronze mirror.

The sunlight lightly passed through his body and fell to the ground.

The smoke around him seemed to be lighter again.

Qingluan picked up the bronze mirror, but naturally found nothing.

His eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to call the guards in, "Have you found Chi Yue's whereabouts?"

The guard shook his head: "This subordinate is incompetent...only sporadic bloodstains were found in the dense forest of the back mountain. The wolf dog followed the smell and finally went..."

Qingluan looked at him, "Where did you go?"

"Imperial Palace..." The guard paused, raised his head and glanced at Qingluan cautiously, and faltered: "Star Palace..."

The Hall of Stars is the new favorite of His Royal Highness, the place where Qin Nu lived.

Qingluan's eyes darkened, and a powerful coercion burst out suddenly.

The guard was thrown straight to the wall by this momentum.

"The Hall of Stars... good... very good!"

Qingluan pursed her lips and smiled coldly.

He flicked his sleeves and left, and it seemed that the direction was the Hall of Stars.

The servant waiting outside the door saw Qingluan's movements, his eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help laughing.

No. 67 stood aside, taking his expression into his eyes, and the figure gradually disappeared, as if he was not worried about Ning Zhe's safety at all.