I'm a killer with no emotions

The young man's soft cheeks were sunken in the comfortable quilt, his eyes were gently closed, his curly eyelashes drooped quietly, and a faint bruise under his eyelids made him look haggard and pale.

The dazzling light fell into the room through the carved windows, and the fine dust was scattered and floating in the air.

Everything was quiet, as if afraid of waking up the sleeping boy on the couch.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang"!

The door of the palace was pushed open from the outside, shattering the quiet scene.

Ning Zhe suddenly woke up, a cold light appeared between his fingers, and he looked over vigilantly.

In front of the palace gate, a black robed man with dark green eagle eyes was walking slowly towards him against the light, with a gentle smile on his lips.

Ning Zhe blinked his eyes, and the slightly sharp defensive look in his eyes faded like a tide, replaced by a moist and long-lasting affection.

"Anu is awake?"

Qingluan walked to the side of the couch, reached out and stroked his hair.

Ning Zhe rubbed the corners of his reddish eyes, and called out in a daze: "Qingluan..."

The loose clothes hung loosely on the boy's body, exposing a round and attractive shoulder and delicate white collarbone, making him look extraordinarily attractive.

Probably because he had just woken up, the boy's voice was childish and childish, which did not match his charming complexion.

Qingluan stared at him, her eyes became darker.

"Did you sleep well last night?" His cold fingertips slid across the young man's white and tender cheeks, and gradually moved down, teasing his chin.

A slight blush appeared on Ning Zhe's face, he clasped his hands nervously, and nodded meekly: "Yes."

The corner of Qingluan's lips suddenly curled up slightly, pulling out a cold and indifferent smile.

"Is it."

His big palm suddenly grabbed Ning Zhe's fragile throat, lifting him up in the air.

"Well......"

Ning Zhe's pupils shrank sharply, and he was forced to raise his head, sobbing uncomfortably.

"But I can smell the blood on your body."

Qingluan pinched his neck, pulled him to her eyes, and took a deep breath on his neck.

Ning Zhe frowned tightly, with just the right amount of doubt and pain on his face, "Qingluan...what are you talking about..."

"The red axe is gone."

Qingluan stared at his beautiful eyes, her tone was soft but extremely dangerous: "Anu, tell Gu, where did you take him?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, his body struggled slightly, like a little beast that was strangled, "It's not...it's not me..."

Qingluan chuckled lightly.

He dragged Ning Zhe off the couch, slammed it on the ground, and ordered his servants to bring the wolf here.

The ferocious wolf opened its mouth exuding the stench of carrion, staring at Ning Zhe with salivation, strands of mucus dripping from its sharp fangs.

Ning Zhe stared at the wolf, and crawled back a few steps with fear, but the wolf kept chasing him, wishing to bite off his flesh and blood.

Qingluan leaned down and gently stroked his pale face, "The wolf smelled your scent, Anu, do you still want to argue?"

Ning Zhe looked blank, "What do you mean..."

Qingluan smiled helplessly, "Are you still pretending to be stupid... Anu, why don't you listen to Gu? Gu really doesn't want to hurt you."

His eyes suddenly turned cold, he stood up, and waved his hand lightly.

The servant let go of the chain in his hand, and the wolf was free, and immediately rushed forward, overwhelmed Ning Zhe, and bit his shoulder hard!

The fangs pierced the delicate skin in an instant, sinking deeply into the flesh and blood.

Ning Zhe let out a shriek and rolled on the ground in pain, twitching all over his body.

[Add 2% to abuse value] The voice of No. 67 rang.

[Number 67, I threw away my clothes yesterday and took a shower to wash off the smell, why was I still found?] Ning Zhe asked Number 67 in his heart with a trembling voice.

No. 67 just came back at this time, he glanced at the servant who was leading the wolf, and said lightly [Someone framed you, don't be afraid, don't admit it even if you are killed]

Ning Zhe bit his lip, and couldn't help crying in aggrieved 【But it hurts...】

[Be obedient] No. 67 is perfunctory to him.

After pausing for a moment, seeing Ning Zhe's expression was extremely painful, he added another sentence [I will show you the sheep later]

Ning Zhe's eyes light up slightly【You...don't lie to me】

No. 67 looked at his bloody shoulder and gave a soft "hmm".

"Anu, tell Gu, where did you take the red axe? Tell Gu, and Gu will spare you."

Qingluan looked down at him with a smile on his lips, his expression was as soft as ever.

Ning Zhe clenched his fingers and forced himself to remain calm.

His upper body was almost completely stained with blood, he lay down on the ground sluggishly, he looked at Qingluan with his eyes open, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "I... don't know..."

"How could you not know! You are clearly the lackey of the devil, and you approached His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on purpose to save him. You really deserve to die!"

The servant yelled sharply, glanced at Qingluan's expression, saw that he did not stop, and drove the wolf forward.

This time, the bloody mouth directly bit off a piece of sticky and bloody flesh from Ning Zhe's shoulder.

Blood was dripping, pouring all over the young man's body.

Ning Zhe lay motionless on the ground, his face was so pale that he couldn't even cry out in pain.

He stretched out those weak little hands with all his strength, and grabbed Qingluan's clothes, as if he had grasped everything.

"No, I...really...not me..."

The young man's breathing became weaker and weaker, until finally he lost consciousness, and gradually closed his dull eyes.

He was still holding Qingluan's clothes in the palm of his hand.

Qingluan saw him move his dry and chapped lips very slightly, and let out a whimper that was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"Qingluan...why...don't believe me..."

Qingluan's eyes moved slightly.

In his eyes at this moment, a huge and bright red flower bloomed under the fragile and helpless young man, and the pale skin formed a sharp contrast with the deep red blood.

A drop of crystal teardrop fell weakly from the corner of the boy's eye, dripping into a pool of blood on the ground, splashing tiny blood flowers, like hell tea in full bloom.

This blood-stained young man is simply beautiful to the extreme.

Qingluan's eyes darkened a little, her heart began to burn, and the blood in her body boiled involuntarily.

He couldn't help moving his throat, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he walked slowly towards the boy, "Anu... Anu, wake up..."

Seeing that Ning Zhe had passed out, the waiter at the side ordered someone to bring a basin of ice water. Seeing this, he wanted to pour Ning Zhe on his body.

Qingluan turned her head suddenly, a dark light flashed in her eyes, and as she raised her sleeves, the servant was immediately blown away by the strong wind, hit the wall heavily, and spat out blood.

"Get out! Without Gu's permission, who would allow you to do it!"

Qingluan's voice was terribly dark and deep, causing the servant to get up and kneel on the ground in a hurry, begging for mercy with tears streaming down his face.

Qingluan ignored him.

All his eyes were already occupied by the young man's beautiful body.

Panting heavily, trying his best to restrain the excitement in his heart, he slowly approached the boy, and hugged him very lightly, his eyes were full of obsession.

"Anu... so beautiful..."

Ning Zheruan was in his arms, covered in blood, almost out of breath, and motionless.

Qingluan didn't care, he left the palace with the boy in his arms, walked into a dark room, put the boy on the thousand-year-old black ice bed, and locked his slender hands and ankles on the couch with thick chains.

The boy lay quietly, very obedient.

Qingluan's fingertips flickered, and quickly healed the wound on Ning Zhe's shoulder.

The exposed delicate skin was almost luminous white in the dark room.

Qingluan's heart was boiling, and she couldn't help but leaned down, breathed heavily and kissed his lips, "Anu, become an orphan's treasure..."

As he said, he slowly stroked Ning Zhe's fragile throat with his fingertips, and gradually began to use force with his palms...

"Fuck, this lunatic!"

Seeing this scene in Ning Zhe's body, No. 67 couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

It was to let him discover the abnormality in Ning Zhe's body, so he didn't attack the servant. Who would have thought that this lunatic would directly want to strangle Ning Zhe to death!

No. 67 immediately flashed out of Ning Zhe's body, attached to the body of a guard outside the dark room, and forcibly controlled his consciousness.

Qingluan was so excited that someone knocked on the door of the dark room suddenly.

He immediately lowered his face, "Get out!"

The guard said: "Return to Your Highness, it's about Qin Nu."

When Qingluan heard this name, his bloodshot eyes flickered slightly with excitement, and he regained his composure, "Come in."

A guard with a handsome face walked in respectfully, he was the commander of the dark guards under His Highness the Crown Prince.

Qingluan raised her head and glanced at him, "What's the matter?"

The dark attendant said respectfully: "Shortly after His Highness left, the chief manager killed and discarded the wolf dog. The subordinate was suspicious, so he went to investigate and found that the wolf dog had been tampered with."

Qingluan paused slightly with the fingers rubbing the young man's wrist, "Hands and feet?"

"The wolf dog has been enchanted, so it only chases the scent of Qin Nu. The subordinates think that there may be something wrong with what happened last night..."

Qingluan squinted her eyes, "Last time I didn't pursue the matter of the chess slave, did he really think that I didn't know?"

The dark waiter said: "This subordinate also found half a bottle of poison from the manager's room, and the other half bottle must have been given to the chess slave at that time."

The dark waiter looked up at Qingluan as he spoke, and asked tentatively: "Your Highness, has he already done something to Qin Nu?"

Qingluan subconsciously glanced at Ning Zhe on the Xuanbing couch, and frowned inadvertently, "I know, don't touch that servant for now, you go down first."

The dark waiter cupped his hands and stepped back.

Qingluan held the young man's wrist, and after probing it carefully, his long eyebrows furrowed together.

Sure enough, the boy's body was poisoned.

Qingluan's heart suddenly surged with fury.

Anu is his property, no one can touch it except him!

Qingluan originally wanted to make the Qin slave into a puppet, but after this incident, the eager desire to move gradually faded away, replaced by endless killing intent.

He had known earlier that the chief servant in the palace was a secret agent arranged by the second prince, and he had been reluctant to eradicate it just to disturb the sight of others.

It's a pity that this slave is probably tired of work, not only instigated the chess slave to attack the qin slave, but even deliberately framed the qin slave, slandered him for letting go of Chiyue, and forced him to kill the qin slave.

This move was nothing more than fearing that he would learn the whereabouts of Chiyue's body from Qin Nu, and be the first to find someone, posing a threat to the second prince.

It's a good calculation.

Qingluan sneered, and a cold light flashed in his dark green pupils.

He lowered his head, glanced at the pale and bloodless young man, and whispered apologetically, "Anu, I blamed you..."

However, even though he said so, the excitement in his eyes did not change at all, but the interest became more intense...

Astrology Pavilion.

In the brightly lit temple, the man in white robe stood in front of the noble and tall statue, staring at the statue for a long time with his pair of gray and empty eyes.

A moment later, a divine attendant walked in quietly, and said respectfully, "I found the remaining traces of Master Xingsu's divine sense."

"where?"

"Tianqi Dynasty, in the womb of Crown Prince Qingluan."

"Got it."

The man in white flicked his sleeves and dismissed the attendant.

His pair of gray eyes raised slightly, and he looked at the void quietly, as if he had traveled through countless time and space, and saw the boy directly.

After a while, the man in white robe lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "Azhe, I found you."

......

Dingbei Palace, water prison.

Kneeling in front of a cold jade coffin, a man in ragged clothes and a slovenly appearance stared straight at the young man in the coffin with a pair of bloodshot eyes, with a hollow and obsessive expression.

"A-Ning... It's been a long time, why don't you wake up..."

"The Yunlan Pavilion has already been demolished, Aning, I have someone build a small building called Ning Xin Xiaozhu, do you think it is okay?"

"A-Ning, didn't you say before that you wanted to live with the Lord, and the Lord agreed, we will live together. When you come back, we will be together forever, and we will never be separated again..."

"But Ah Ning...A Ning...why haven't you come back..."

Ning Yan murmured indistinctly, and stretched out his hand stupidly, thinking about the face of the boy in the coffin.

The young man lay quietly in the exquisite jade coffin studded with night pearls.

The soft radiance fell on him lightly, reflecting his beautiful fair face, making him look like a fairy boy descending from the clouds, so exquisite that one dare not touch it, as if any touch is important to him. is a kind of blasphemy.

Ning Yan's fingertips rested on the boy's cheek and paused.

He saw his own reflection on the coffin wall.

So dirty, hypocritical, disgusting.

Ning Yan trembled, and withdrew his hand, tightly covering his painful heart.

Ah Ning must think he is disgusting, he is so selfish and occupying Ah Ning's heart, what right does he have to touch him.

Ning Yan knew that he should have returned this heart to Aning, and he should have paid for Aning's life.

But after he died, he would never see Ah Ning again.

Ning Yan couldn't bear it, he didn't want to die, he still wanted to look at Aning again, wanted to see the shallow and obedient smile on the corner of his mouth, and wanted to hear him softly call himself "Master".

That's his Aning!

Such a well-behaved Aning, such a good Aning.

Didn't he swear to hold him in the palm of his hand and pamper him? Why didn't he recognize him?

Ning Zhe's face appeared in Ning Yan's dreams countless times.

In the dream, with a quiet smile, the young man gently called him Lord, and obediently held his hand by the corner of his clothes.

However, Ning Yan saw himself raising the dagger, and stabbing the dagger into the boy's heart with a smirk, tearing out a bloody heart from his chest.

The boy blinked, tears of pain streaming down his cheeks.

He begged Ning Yan in a low voice, sobbing from his throat, he said, "Master, Ah Ning hurts so much..."

It was clearly in a dream, but Ning Yan felt the sharp pain in his heart very clearly.

This is Aning's heart.

This is the pain that Ah Ning felt when he gouged out his heart.

Ning Yan wanted to pick up the boy who was lying on the ground bleeding, but he saw that he was holding a dagger, stabbing into the boy's body one after another.

It wasn't enough for him to win the boy's heart, he had to torture him again and again.

The young man stared at him with a pair of empty black eyes, and tears flowed quietly from the sockets of his eyes.

Gradually, he shed tears.

His eyes began to bleed, his ears and the corners of his mouth began to bleed, and his flesh and blood were stripped away inch by inch, exposing his white bones.

Ning Yan roared in dismay, he desperately told himself to stop, but that "Ning Yan" didn't listen to his order.

He laughed ferociously, and stabbed the young man's body with one knife after another, stirring violently!

The boy closed his eyes, and his frail body was wiped out inch by inch under the blood-stained palms.

"No! Ah Ning!"

Ning Yan suddenly opened his eyes, with a frightened expression and his pupils constricted violently.

He clutched his heart and panted heavily, and after a long while, his pupils slowly focused, and he saw clearly the familiar prison cell and the eternal boy in the coffin.

Everything is a dream.

It was the nightmare that had tormented him countless times these days.

Only in this dream can he see the living Aning.

Although every time at the end, he would watch him torture and kill him with his own hands.

Ning Yan glanced at the sleeping boy, and blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, "Ah Ning, tell me, is this your punishment for me? Because I made you cry so many times, you are unhappy."

"No." Ning Yan shook his head again, denying himself, "A-Ning is not so bad, A-Ning is the most obedient child in the world, until the last moment, he is still protecting his master. "

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Ning Yan's mouth, but it soon became painful again.

"But Ah Ning, you are so good, why don't you go home, why don't you come back to see me..."

His sanity is already a little unclear, and the torment and torture day and night are about to drive him crazy.

"Why don't you go home..."

Ning Yan knelt on the ground, hugged his head, and let out a painful and hoarse growl from his throat.

"what do I do......"

"A-Ning, tell me, what should I do..."

Suddenly, someone knocked on the prison door.

One of the thirteen guards of Yanbei reported in a low voice outside: "My lord, the high priest has just entered the palace to face the saint."

Ning Yan was silent for a long time before speaking hoarsely, "Did Anqi hear anything?"

"The high priest has strong magic power, and the dark chess dare not get too close, so he can only wait outside the hall, and only vaguely heard the word 'Tianqi'."

Tian Qi...

"My lord remembers that Huo Chen set off to lead his troops to the border of Tianqi not long ago?"

"Yes, General Huo forced His Majesty to send troops to Tianqi on the grounds that Tianqi's envoy assassinated the prince. His Majesty disagreed and ordered the prime minister to accompany him. This trip is to apologize to Tianqi."

Ning Yan put down the hand holding his head, and his expression has returned to calm, "What assassination, it's just an excuse for him to send troops."

He didn't refute this matter in the court, but because he also wished he could gouged out Prince Qi that day with his own hands!

If it wasn't for Crown Prince Qi that day, how could Ah Ning be taken away by Xing Su, and even his soul was taken away by a phantom, and disappeared inexplicably!

"Where is Aning's soul? Haven't found it yet?"

"This subordinate is incompetent." The guard apologized.

His voice was cautious, lest Ning Yan would get angry.

But the man in black over there just waved his hand lightly and let him go down.

The guard seemed to see that the man's waist became more and more rickety. He lowered his head, his whole body was merged into the boundless darkness, and his expression was dim.

The guards had never seen their prince like this.

When did King Dingbei of the ancient country of Dayue, who was famous for his resourcefulness and power, be so embarrassed and defeated?

Even the most important affairs of the court were ignored, and all he knew was to stay in this dark and gloomy water prison all day long, talking to himself in front of a coffin, and speaking words that others could not understand.

The guard showed an unbearable expression, hesitated for a moment, and said unsurely: "My lord...his subordinates have been secretly observing the Xingxing Pavilion, and found that they...seem to be looking for something... "

The guard didn't know what the Xingxing Pavilion was looking for, but the prince had told him to keep an eye on the movement of the Xingxing Pavilion, maybe this unclear clue could help the prince.

The guard just mentioned it casually, but Ning Yan suddenly moved.

"They brought Xing Su back?"

The guard was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant, but still said: "Yes, my subordinate looked from a distance, and saw that Xing Su didn't seem to be dead."

Ning Yan moved his fingertips, slowly raised his eyes, stared at the guards with deep eyes like a pool, and confirmed word by word:

"You just said that the high priest took the initiative to find Ning Zhi and talked about 'Tianqi'?"

......

Ning Zhi in the palace is extremely irritable at the moment.

First, the high priest came to him and said he was going to Tianqi to find someone, and the enthronement ceremony was postponed.

Later, Ning Yan came to give a memorial, saying that he had important matters to attend to, and urgently needed to go to the Tianqi Dynasty, and asked him not to slack off in government affairs.

Ning Zhi was so angry that he broke down.

They clearly just came to inform him, they never thought about getting his consent!

That was his enthronement ceremony!That is his world!Never needed these people to point fingers!

This one or two never put him in the eyes!

Ning Zhi was furious, and swept everything on the imperial case to the ground with his hands.

Without the high priest to preside over the enthronement ceremony, his title as the emperor is not right, so how can he be reconciled!

Tianqi Tianqi, Huo Chen is going to Tianqi, the high priest is going to Tianqi, and now even Ningyan is going!

What kind of treasure does Tianqi have that can make these people flock to him.

"Seventeen."

With a wave of his hand, Ning Zhi summoned a hidden guard and sneered.

"Following Ning Yan, I really want to see what good things Tian Qi has this day, so as to win the hearts of ministers like Dayue away!"