I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe opened his eyes in a daze, and the dark and quiet stone room came into view, and a few cold lamps hung on the stone wall, burning quietly.

He moved his fingertips, but found that his hands and feet were bound by cold chains and tied to the couch.

"Anu."

The man beside the couch rubbed his face with his fingertips, and called him in a soft voice.

Ning Zhe stared at him for a long time.

He didn't seem to be fully awake yet, the beautiful phoenix eyes were so dark that they were bottomless, without any emotion, as if they had swallowed all the light.

Qingluan frowned unconsciously.

This appearance of Qin Nu gave him an uncontrollable illusion inexplicably.

"Anu," he smiled, pinching Ning's tender cheeks, "what, are you stupid?"

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes flickered slightly, and gradually recovered.

Gradually there was light in those empty pupils, like a star rising from the abyss, twinkling, mysterious and confusing.

Qingluan's eyes darkened a little.

Ning opened her chapped and bloodless lips, "Qingluan..."

The voice is hoarse, barely audible.

"I'm here." Qingluan answered him in a low voice.

Ning Zhe frowned, showing a painful look, "I didn't...betray..."

"Gu knows." Qingluan sighed, touched his pale face, and said distressedly: "Anu, it's Gu's fault, I misunderstood you, you have suffered this time."

But even so, he had no intention of untying the chains on Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe's eyes moved slightly, and he looked down.

The iron chain on the wrist is a soul lock chain, which is firmly connected to the bed under him, and cannot be untied easily.

This bed is a cold and hard bed of black ice, and faint cold air is emerging from the bed, looking at it makes one's heart chill.

It was already a freezing time, but lying on this ice couch was even more unbearably cold.

Ning Zhe shivered lightly, hoarfrost gradually hung on his eyelashes, trembling with his curled eyelashes, he looked very beautiful.

Qingluan couldn't help but leaned forward, leaned over and gently pecked his eyes.

Ning Zhe's eyelashes flicked, and Baishuang turned into water droplets when it was warm, and fell from his cheeks.

Qingluan kissed it lightly with her lips, then pressed Ning Zhe's shoulder obsessively, took a deep breath of the fragrance, and then let him go.

Ning Zhe curled up slightly, his voice trembling: "Qingluan...Leng..."

Qingluan smiled, and her brows and eyes became softer, "Anu, you are a succubus, your five senses are dull, you should not even feel pain, so how can you be cold?"

Listening to his words, Ning Zhe trembled suddenly.

This subtle movement fell into Qingluan's eyes, making the smile in his eyes even more interesting.

His slender and icy fingers moved over Ning Zhe's body, creating a continuous chill.

"What about now? Anu, are you still cold?"

Ning Zhe panted lightly, his chest rising and falling.

After a while, he pursed his lips pale and shook his head in despair.

Qingluan saw that the light in his eyes gradually shattered like water splashes.

The most beautiful star fell into the abyss and lost its brilliance.

Qingluan almost couldn't hold back the excited smile on the corner of her mouth.

This feeling of breaking wings and crushing the beauty with his own hands made him extremely excited.

The young man who lost hope and fell to the mortal world on the couch is really beautiful...

Qingluan sighed, lowered her head slowly, and touched the young man's lips.

The kiss was extremely gentle, like a feather sweeping gently.

The young man closed his eyes in a daze, his body trembling in pain and despair.

Qingluan just pretended not to see it.

The dark attendant called "His Royal Highness" outside the door, saying that he had something important to report.

Qingluan responded, then gently raised her lips, and caressed Fu Ning's folded face, "Anu, be good, I will come to see you again after being alone, okay?"

Seeing that Ning Zhe didn't respond, the smile on his lips deepened, and his fingertips gradually exerted force, leaving a red mark on Ning Zhe's face.

Ning Zhe trembled, opened his eyes in pain, and forced a submissive smile.

"Okay... Anu, Anu will be obedient..."

Qingluan smiled gently, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

After he left, the expression on Ning Zhe's face gradually faded.

He was locked on the couch, staring at the dark stone wall above his head without blinking, his eyes were so empty and silent that it was frightening.

No one knew what was on his mind.

He is like a piece of white rice paper, anyone can play with it, and anyone can paint a dirty color on it.

But no matter who it is, they can't see the scene on the back of the paper through this piece of paper.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes for a long time, and his eyes were a little sore.

He blinked, closed his eyes quietly, and fell asleep.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came.

The stone door, which had been closed not long ago, opened again, and a black figure walked to the side of the couch.

Ning Zhe thought it was Qingluan who came back, so he didn't move.

Unexpectedly, the black figure spoke softly, with a hoarse and deep voice, but the tone was very familiar: "It's such a cold bed, thanks to you, you can sleep."

Ning Zhe suddenly opened his eyes, with a surprised tone: "No. 67?"

The visitor was dressed in a black outfit, decorated with auspicious clouds and auspicious cranes, with a cold and handsome face, a restrained and deep temperament, and a straight back like a sharp sword, ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

But it was the leader of the dark servants under Qingluan, whom the crown prince personally bestowed upon him—Feng Lin.

"Don't shout like that outside in the future, are you afraid that you won't be exposed quickly enough?"

No. 67 stretched out his hand, and wiped off the frost on Ning Zhe's eyelashes with his rough and piercing fingertips.

Ning Zhe blinked, and his long eyelashes brushed the fingertips of No. 67, tickling.

No. 67 curled up his fingertips and withdrew his hand.

He took out a porcelain bottle, squeezed Ning's jaw, and poured the clear liquid into his mouth.

Ning Zhe choked twice, and a warm current spread from his abdomen, warming all his limbs.

No. 67 lowered his head, put away the porcelain bottle, and asked him calmly, "Is it still cold?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, but said: "Hungry."

"Why do you mess up so much?" No. 67 said impatiently and ignored him.

"No. 67, so you look like this," Ning Zhe stared at his face carefully, his eyes full of curiosity.

The figure of No. 67 is extremely tall and handsome, with a particularly cold and sharp side profile, which is very eye-catching when standing in the crowd.

"Tsk, who looks so ugly."

No. 67 lowered his head and glanced at his temporary body, but he disliked it terribly.

If he didn't have extra energy to go out, how could he stay in this powerless mortal body.

He said to Ning Zhe: "For the time being, I can barely control this person's body. Be careful in front of Qingluan, and don't reveal my identity."

Ning Zhe looked at him and nodded obediently.

Footsteps gradually came from outside the stone room. No. 67 looked up at the door, and said to Ning Zhe indifferently: "The patrolling guards are here, I'm leaving first."

After finishing speaking, before Ning Zhe could make a sound, his figure flashed and he left in a hurry.

Ning Zhe looked at his back quietly, and closed his eyes after a while.

At night, a rustling sound came from the side of the bed, which woke Ning Zhe up.

He opened his eyes, only to see that No. 67 had moved a bed from nowhere and was covering him.

"Where's Qingluan?" Ning Zhe asked him.

67 raised his eyelids, glanced at him indifferently, and sneered at the corner of his lips, "Why, it's been a long time since I saw him, and I miss him? How does it feel for him to use the power of jade to break his body?"

Ning Zhe's eyes trembled, he lowered his eyelids, and stopped talking.

No. 67 let out a cold snort, and stopped talking. He just wrapped the quilt around him, covering most of his little face.

Ning Zhe turned his head to look at him, but saw that he didn't look at him at all, and sat cross-legged to the side to meditate.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and shrank into the quilt, trying to absorb the warmth as much as possible.

The atmosphere was a little tense for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Zhe suddenly groaned in his stomach, screaming from hunger.

Ning Zhe was taken aback for a moment, and the tips of his ears suddenly turned red, so gorgeous that he was almost bleeding.

He rolled his eyes, and secretly glanced at the cruel man sitting next to him.

Seeing that he was motionless with his eyes closed, as if he didn't hear, Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly shrank back into the quilt, almost covering his whole body.

Just when Ning Zhe was dozing off in a daze and was about to fall asleep, the quilt above his head was suddenly lifted off.

Before Ning Zhe woke up, his closed lips were pushed away by a finger, and a piece of sweet pastry foam was stuffed into his mouth.

Ning Zhe looked up in surprise, only to see that No. 67 was holding half a pastry in his hand and was looking at him indifferently.

Probably because it was held in his arms for too long, the pastry had been squeezed out of shape, and it still carried a wisp of the warm body temperature of No. 67.

Seeing that Ning Zhe just stared at him but didn't eat, No. 67 was a little annoyed, so he broke off a small piece of pastry and stuffed it into Ning Zhe's mouth, and said coldly, "Do you want to eat? If not, I'll throw it away?"

Ning Zhe's mouth was bulging, and he didn't have the usual charming and seductive posture.

He moved his mouth and took a light bite, but the tip of his soft tongue accidentally licked the finger that No. 67 hadn't retracted in time.

Salty, with a bloody smell.

Ning Zhe thought subconsciously, his heart was very peaceful.

However, No. 67 reacted greatly, and withdrew his hand suddenly, staring at him with deep eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Don't play tricks!"

Ning Zhe looked at him, blinked slightly, and obediently said "oh".

No. 67 also seemed to realize that he had overreacted, and quickly calmed down, watching Ning Zhe swallow the pastry slowly.

Seeing Ning Zhe pricking up his ears and looking out the door from time to time, No. 67 said calmly: "Qingluan won't come tonight, he's been hindered by a troublesome matter, and now he can't take care of himself."

trouble?

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered, his mouth puffed out, and his voice was indistinct as he asked, "What...?"

No. 67 stuffed the remaining pastry foam into his mouth, and said coldly and perfunctorily: "Mind your own business, just eat your food."

"Well......"

Ning Zhe was almost choked, and finally swallowed it, the corners of his eyes were reddish, with tears glistening inside.

No. 67 looked away lightly, and sat down on the ground.

Ning Zhe was full, and remembered what Number 67 had promised him yesterday, so he couldn't help but push forward: "Number 67, you said yesterday that you would put the TV on."

Number 67 ignored him.

"You...you lied to me again..."

Ning Zhe was extremely wronged, and he didn't dare to lose his temper, so he could only mutter something in a low voice, and retreated into the quilt to sleep.

Listening to his complaint, No. 67 raised his eyebrows, pretending he didn't hear it.

The night was dark, and a beam of pale moonlight quietly shone on the ground through the iron windows on the stone wall.

One after another, the coldness poured out from the Xuanbing couch one after another, and slowly seeped into the pale and frail body of the young man on the couch, making him tremble uncontrollably.

"cold......"

"It's so cold..."

No. 67 twitched his eyebrows, but ignored him.

Ning Zhe couldn't take it anymore, his consciousness was not clear, so he cried and whimpered in a very low voice: "No. 67..."

No. 67's dense long eyelashes moved and opened slightly.

Ning Zhe kept shivering on the couch, his face was so pale that he was not alive, his lips were almost bloodless, and his toes were curled up tightly from the cold.

He frowned, his hands struggled to hold something, and he muttered: "No. 67... so cold... No. 67..."

He kept calling number 67's name, like subconsciously looking for something he thought was safe.

No. 67's fingertips moved in disobedience to the command.

He lowered his head, looked down at his hands with deep brows.

After a while, a sneer of sarcasm suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips, and a word came out from his cold thin lips: "Bitch."

I don't know who I'm talking about.

Ning Zhe was shivering from the cold, trying to curl up into a ball to keep warm, but he couldn't move because his hands and feet were locked.

No. 67 stood up indifferently, tapped his fingertips lightly on his wrists and ankles, and saw the chains "click" and they all broke.

Ning was free, and immediately arched his waist, curled up his legs, hugged himself tightly, and huddled pitifully at a corner of the bed, his teeth trembling violently.

No. 67 looked at him for a moment, then couldn't help but leaned forward, reached out and gently touched his face with a comforting intention.

Ning Zhe vaguely felt the familiar warmth, carefully rubbed his cheek against No. 67's hand, and tentatively hugged his arm.

Number 67 didn't hold back.

Ning Zhe seemed to have permission, and squirmed along No. 67's arm a little bit, wrapping around No. 67's body like an octopus, and clung to No. [-]'s body.

Number 67 paused slightly, thinking that Ning Zhe had woken up.

But he lowered his head and glanced at Ning Zhe, only to see that this man was in a deep sleep, how could he show any sign of waking up?

"Liar liar."

No. 67 twitched the corners of his mouth, snorted coldly, and still stretched out his hand to hug him whole in his arms.

Ning Zhe was extremely small in stature, and Feng Lin was tall and tall, with his arms around him, he was almost tightly wrapped up.

Leaving the cold Xuanbing couch, Ning Zhe suddenly relaxed, rubbed No. 67's warm chest with attachment, and sighed comfortably.

No. 67 hugged him and sat on the ground, put his two slender legs on his knees, grabbed a blanket to wrap him tightly, and only showed half of his soft face.

Ning Zhe struggled for a moment, then spontaneously found a comfortable position in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

No. 67 reached into the quilt with one palm, found his two feet that were already cramping and twitching from the cold, and gently rubbed them.

Ning Zhe hummed comfortably at first, but after a while, his breathing gradually became heavy, his brows frowned uncomfortably, and his body gradually began to feel hot.

No. 67 looked up and looked out the window, and it was already the eclipse of the moon.

"Number 67...uncomfortable..."

Ning Zhe's voice was thin and extremely soft.

No. 67 looked at him for a moment, his brows and eyes were so dark that he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

After a long while, he sighed, hugged Ning Zhe, lay on the Xuanbing couch, and slightly eased his lust with the cold air.

Ning Zhe dawdled dishonestly in his arms, and from time to time would rub against the vitals of No. 67.

No. 67's complexion was not very good, and he stretched out his hand to hold him down, and said in a stern voice, "Don't make trouble, or I will abandon you."

Ning Zhe only stabilized for a moment, and then he tossed even harder.

No. 67 couldn't help it, so he had no choice but to put on a wooden face and said without emotion: "Be good, and I will feed you sheep and sheep."

This sentence is obviously more useful to Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe became quiet in an instant.

No. 67's complexion got better now.

However, it didn't take long before Ning Zhe was buried in his arms and muttered aggrievedly: "There are no sheep..."

Number 67 was stunned for a moment.

Ning Zhe cried softly: "You lied to me..."

No. 67 paused for a moment, sighed suddenly, softened his eyebrows and eyes, drooped his long eyelashes, gently kissed away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, and coaxed: "I didn't lie to you, it's because I have no energy, after recovering energy I'll let you go."

Ning Zhe breathed steadily and fell asleep.

No. 67 looked at him, with extremely complicated emotions in his dark eyes.

After a while, he lowered his head, gently pressed his forehead against the center of Ning Zhe's eyebrows, and closed his eyes.

When Ning Zhe woke up in the morning, No. 67 was no longer there.

As soon as this idea popped up, Ning Zhe paused.

...No, why would he think so?He was the only one here all this time, and No. 67 hadn't been here last night.

Ning Zhe frowned and rubbed his head.

He seems to... forget something...

Ning Zhe didn't have any doubts for a long time, then some palace servants walked in and took him away.

Ning Zhe was carefully bathed and dressed by the palace people, put on a vermilion and luxurious brocade shirt with auspicious clouds, and was taken to the main hall.

......

Dingbei Prince's Mansion, Ning Yan looked at the quiet young man in the coffin, with a smile on his face, and murmured in a soft voice: "A'Ning, I'm going to find you now, I can't accompany you for the time being."

He stroked a strand of the boy's hair, and said infatuatedly, "Wait until I bring your soul back, and come back to be with you, and never part again, okay?"

Naturally, the boy who had lost his temperature would not give him any response.

However, Ning Yan seemed to have heard something, and smiled lightly, "My Aning, you are so good."

The guards at the side looked terrified and were about to say something when they saw Ning Yan gently close the jade coffin, turned around, and restored a deep and calm face.

"Where is Huo Chen?"

The guard felt relieved, lowered his head and replied, "We are about to arrive at Tianqi."

Ning Yan sneered, "The nose is really good."

He rubbed the jade ring finger between his fingers, and said thoughtfully: "With such a big movement, there is no movement at Ningzhi's place?"

This person is extremely suspicious, and I'm afraid he can't sit still.

"Your Majesty sent the secret guard Seventeen to follow." The guard paused for a moment, "Your Majesty, do you want to get rid of him?"

Ning Yan frowned, "Dark Seventeen?"

"Yes."

Ning Yan frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "No, don't touch him for now."

The guard didn't understand why a small hidden guard should be feared by the prince, but he still answered yes, and asked again: "The chariots and horses are ready, are you going to go?"

Ning Yan turned his head to look at the young man in the coffin, and a soft smile appeared in his cold pool-like eyes, "Let's go now."

......

It was night, not far from the Tianqi Dynasty, a hundred miles away, there was an elite army of Da Yue stationed.

Dressed in Tsing Yi, the handsome and jade-like young master said in a cold voice, "Da Yue is not yet strong enough to compete with Tian Qi, the general's move will ruin the whole of Da Yue."

Huo Chen played with a dagger carelessly, and put the blade of the dagger on the candle to burn it.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't change his expression, and said calmly: "The emperor killed a hundred thousand soldiers of Da Yue. General Huo once hated him to the bone, but now the general wants to hand over the whole Da Yue to him. Could it be that he has forgotten those bloody feuds?"

Huo Chen's eyes froze suddenly, and he raised his hand and shot the dagger in his hand!

The man in Tsing Yi didn't move his eyes, he didn't even move his footsteps, he easily turned his head to avoid the dagger that was coming at him.

Huo Chen stared at him, and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth: "The Qin family is a scholarly family, and Prime Minister Qin is good at martial arts."

"That's all Qin said, so let General Huo not listen." Qin Shen arched his hands lightly and walked away from the tent.

Huo Chen stared heavily at his back, and stretched out his hand to call for a soldier.

"Keep an eye on him."

The soldiers were ordered to leave.

Huo Chen withdrew his gaze, got up and walked out of the tent, looking at the magnificent imperial capital of the Tianqi Dynasty not far away, slowly stretched out his hand, and stroked his heart.

"Your majesty... I will meet you soon..."

Huo Chen's throat moved slightly, and he swallowed a mouthful of bad blood lightly, his eyes were soft, and a gentle smile slowly appeared on the corners of his lips.

Not far away, under the dim tree, there was a figure of Zhilan Yushu hidden, and those clear eyes looked at Huo Chen for a long time.

After hearing Huo Chen's words, Qin Shen turned his gaze away to Tian Qi not far away.

Those originally calm eyes gradually had a slight ripple, and a dark red tea flower gradually bloomed in his pupils.

emperor……

So you are not dead.

……

As the sky gradually brightened, a group of people started their journey and soon arrived at Tianqi.

Huo Chen handed over Ning Zhi's personal letter, and was welcomed into the city by the city guard.

After entering the city, Huo Chen parted ways with Qin Shen and went to the palace of His Highness the Crown Prince.

The city guard who led the way recognized this majestic and solemn man in black armor, or in other words, he could recognize him even if he was turned into ashes.

Because it was this person who defeated Tianqi's heroic soldiers on the battlefield with his divine power, and even almost killed the defenders of the city.

In the battle for Yanguan Fortress, if the King of Dayue had not surrendered, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

The city guard thought so in his heart, and brought the man into the palace according to His Highness the Prince's order.

From a distance, Qingluan saw the imposing man who was walking slowly.

A dark light flashed across Qingluan's dark green pupils, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he raised his voice and said, "The famous General Huo came from afar, but Gu is far away to welcome him."

Huo Chen stood at the bottom of the steps, looking up at him, steadfastly saying, "His Royal Highness, you are welcome. This general came to see me today, but it is for my own personal business."

Qingluan's eyes moved slightly, and he heard the meaning of his words.

Huo Chen came to visit him for a personal matter, so Qin Shen went to visit the second prince for official business?

Qingluan broke into a smile, "Dare to ask the general why he came here this time?"

Huo Chen narrowed his eyes, and his eyes seemed to pass through him, looking behind him.

"To... meet someone."