I'm a killer with no emotions

"What's the meaning?"

The man in black sneered, and tightened his palms even more, "It means that His Highness is here for you."

Ning Zhe had a sore throat from being pinched by him, and frowned, "Let go... let go..."

The man in black stared at him, and said coldly, "If you want to survive, be honest!"

He loosened Ning Zhe's neck, tore off a section of the bed curtain, tied Ning Zhe's hands behind his back, and then had time to look at him carefully.

The boy was born with red lips and white teeth. He is not very old, but there is a charming and charming look in his eyebrows and eyes, and those beautiful phoenix eyes that are slightly raised are even more seductive.

The man in black slid his fingertips over Ning Zhe's cheeks, and said with a sneer, "There is such a superb product hidden, Qingluan really enjoys it."

Ning Zhe shrank his neck very cooperatively, trembling all over, showing a look of fear: "You... who are you?"

Seeing his frightened appearance, the man in black smiled triumphantly, "You, a lowly slave, deserve to know my Highness's name? My Highness is not a lustful person like Qingluan, don't think you have a With a charming appearance, His Highness will be fascinated by you!"

As he said, he roughly pushed Ning Zhe a step forward, and grabbed the cloth strip on Ning Zhe's wrist, trying to take him away.

Ning glanced at the beam above his head without any trace, then looked at the man in black, shrank his body and asked, "Let me go...you...what do you want to do?"

Hearing the words, the man in black said impatiently: "What are you asking so many for? Even if you know, so what? Do you think you can escape from the palm of my highness? Just follow my highness obediently!"

With a contemptuous demeanor, he didn't pay attention to the little slave in front of him at all.

Ning Zhe blinked, and the look of fear on his face gradually faded, knowing that he couldn't ask any more questions.

He stopped in his tracks, and suddenly called softly, "No. 67."

The man in black didn't hear clearly, turned around and frowned, "What are you talking about..."

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly fell on the beam above his head. Before the man in black could react, he was hit hard on the head, his eyes went dark, and he lay on the ground dizzy.

"You don't have a hand yourself? Even this kind of person wants me to do it."

The man in black vaguely heard a low and indifferent voice from the hall, his tone full of disgust.

Damn, what is... this kind of person...

The man in black tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see the scene in front of him clearly.

Blood flowed from his forehead, blurring his vision, and he could only see the young man in white walking up to him barefoot.

Those feet are small and delicate, the toes are round like jade, the roots are pink and tender, they are extremely cute, and they are more beautiful than the lotus feet of many women he has seen in Goulan Courtyard.

Sure enough, she is indeed a succubus who specializes in seductive charm, and there is no part of her body that is not stunning.

The man in black was thinking vaguely, and saw the boy squatting down, looking at him with crooked eyes.

Those pair of wind eyes are long and narrow, with a smudge of bright red at the end of the eyes, which is extremely charming. If she smiles like this, the eyes will be full of spring water, shimmering and charming.

The man in black stared into the boy's eyes for a moment, his eyes were a little dull.

The corners of Ning Zhe's lips curled up slightly, and he laughed, "Second Prince, I'll know if you don't tell me."

The soft voice gently recalled the mind of the man in black.

Fifth Ling stared wide-eyed, staring at Ning Zhe in a daze: "You... how do you know..."

Ning Zhe looked calm, and said lightly: "The second prince wants to take me away, and use me to threaten His Royal Highness to release His Majesty, doesn't he?"

The fifth mausoleum was startled, reacted, and suddenly furiously said: "You...you...you lowly slave! You already knew!"

Fifth Ling pointed at Ning Zhe with one hand, trembling with anger.

How can he not understand, this little slave is clearly aware of his purpose and has been fooling him all along!

Ning Zhe stared at him with quiet eyes for a while, stretched out his little hand, gently wrapped the finger that Wuling was pointing at him, and stroked it lightly.

A soft and delicate touch came through the skin, Wuling's heart trembled slightly, and his thoughts were in a trance for a while.

However, in the next moment, he suddenly let out a miserable scream, trembling and twitching all over, his lips turned white from the pain.

Ning Zhe let go of his limp finger with a broken bone, staring at him with eyes as deep as an abyss, and said softly, "Second Prince, I don't like others pinching me, it will hurt."

A cluster of faint blue cold flames flashed away from his bewitching phoenix eyes.

At this moment, Wuling's hair stood on end, his whole body was vigilant, a look of extreme fear flashed in his eyes, and even his body couldn't help trembling slightly.

This is the body's instinct to face danger, and Fifth Ling has never experienced this feeling.

It was obviously an ant so weak that it could be crushed to death with one finger, but it made him feel frightened for no reason, and even gave birth to the idea of ​​bowing down to him!

Fifth Ling gasped heavily, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and blood flowed from his arms.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of very light footsteps outside the hall, and the sound gradually reached the entrance of the hall from far to near.

"Qingluan is back." No. 67 crossed his arms and said in a cold voice, "Are you going to kill this person?"

The fifth mausoleum lay on the ground, and when he heard No. 67's words, panic flashed in his eyes.

Seeing his expression, Ning Zhe's eyes flickered slightly, and with a touch of his fingertips, Fifth Ling lost consciousness.

"No, he's still useful."

Looking at his expressionless face, No. 67 couldn't help but frowned, "How do you know he's the second prince? What exactly do you want?"

Ning Zhe tilted his head, pursed his lips slightly, and showed him a cute smile, but did not answer.

No. 67 looked at him with a somewhat cold gaze.

After a while, he walked up to Ning Zhe, stretched out his hand towards his face, wiped off the blood on Ning Zhe's cheek, and said lightly, "If Qingluan finds out, I won't help you."

Ning Zhe hugged him, rubbed his face on his waist, and said obediently: "I know."

……

Qingluan strode into the palace, looking anxiously at the person on the couch, "Anu, I heard that there are assassins attacking...are you injured?"

The boy on the couch gently opened his eyes, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and said in a daze, "Qingluan?"

Qingluan hugged him in his arms, looked up and down carefully, and finally felt relieved when he saw that there was no blood on his body.

After calming down, Qingluan noticed something strange, frowned slightly, looked at Ning Zhe, and asked, "Anu, have you changed your clothes?"

Ning Zhe lowered his head and gave a soft "hmm", "I just took a bath."

His white undershirt was stained with the second prince's blood, so naturally he couldn't wear it anymore.

Qingluan's nose moved slightly, but she smelled a faint smell of blood, but there was no wound on the boy's body.

He stood up, glanced at the empty palace, and asked Ning Zhe: "Anu, has anyone else been here?"

Seeing his movements, Ning Zhe curled his fingertips slightly, lowered his head calmly, and responded obediently: "A guard came just now and asked about the assassin."

"……Is it."

Qingluan responded casually, walked to the carved wooden window, looked at the wide open window, was silent for a moment, then turned to stare at him, and said indifferently: "Anu, don't lie to Gu."

Ning turned back to look at him with a calm expression, without any panic, "Anu didn't lie, Anu will never lie to Qingluan."

Qingluan squinted her eyes, and raised her hand to ask the servants to find the guards guarding the Satellite Chen Palace.

"I heard from Anu, you just came to the Hall of Stars?"

The guard was startled, thinking that the crown prince was dissatisfied with offending Mr. Qin, and quickly pleaded guilty: "Your Highness, spare your life! This subordinate is only worried that Mr. Qin will be murdered by an assassin, and he doesn't know that Mr. Qin is bathing in the palace. He has no intention of offending, and I hope His Highness will forgive you." !"

Seeing his sincere and fearful appearance, Qingluan actually dispelled some doubts in his heart.

He turned his head to stare at Ning Zhe, with inexplicable emotions in his dark green eyes, and asked him softly: "Anu, what do you think? He dared to offend you, do you want to spare him?"

Ning Zhe glanced at the guard, and saw a sincere begging for mercy in his eyes.

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and said obediently: "Anu doesn't know, Anu listens to Qingluan."

Qingluan was very satisfied with this answer.

The dark cloud covering Qingluan's face finally dissipated, he raised his hand to touch Ning Zhe's face, and said with a smile on his lips: "Good boy."

The bodyguard began to tremble: "Your Highness...subordinate, subordinate..."

Qingluan didn't even look at him, with a blank expression on his face, he flicked his sleeves and said: "Disturbing Anu's peace is an unforgivable crime, if you drag it down, you will be executed with a stick!"

The guard suddenly raised his head, with a terrified expression: "Your Highness! Your Highness, spare your life! Mr. Qin, save your subordinates, Mr. Qin..."

The guard was quickly dragged down, without a sound.

Qingluan slashed at Ning Zhe, trying to see some expression on his face, but Ning Zhe's long eyelashes drooped, and he didn't respond at all.

He knew very well that Qingluan was not here to kill, but to warn him, and his questioning was just to test him.

Ning Zhe's eyes were peaceful, and he didn't care about the guard's death because of him.

Qingluan touched Ning Zhe's soft and fair cheeks, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Ning Zhe raised his head, rubbed his warm palm, and whispered: "Sleepy..."

Qingluan glanced at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, curled her lips, and said with a gentle smile: "It's been a day of sleep, why are you still sleepy, have you had dinner yet?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, opened a pair of ignorant eyes, and obediently said: "Anu wants to wait for Qingluan to come back to eat together."

The young man leaned against his arms, his body was soft, and there was a pleasant milky aroma, which gave him an illusion of wanting to touch him in his hands so that he would be pampered.

Qingluan's originally cold and stern expression gradually softened, and the lingering sternness in the dark green pupils also gradually disappeared.

Forget it, what is he fussing about about disappearing without a trace, not to mention that with Qin Nu's courage, he dare not betray himself.

Thinking about it, Qingluan took out something wrapped in paper from her bosom, and handed it to the young man.

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered, and he vaguely guessed what it was, but he still looked confused and asked him, "What is this?"

Qingluan rubbed his head, "Open it and see for yourself."

Ning Zhe nodded, opened the outer layer of paper, and saw a bunch of red and juicy candied haws.

No. 67, who hid on the beam to hide his breath, saw this thing, and instantly lost his composure.

He didn't care about wasting energy, so he sent a sound transmission directly to Ning Zhe, and said coldly [How could Qingluan treat you well, he must have poisoned it, don't trust him]

Ning Zhe did not respond to him.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingertips were a little unsteady, as if he couldn't believe it: "Qing... Qingluan... this is..."

Qingluan looked down at him, gave a low "hmm", and said with a smile: "Don't you want to eat this little thing? I came back from Ganxin Palace, so I went to buy it myself, Anu taste it See if you like it or not."

Ning Zhe was overwhelmed by the flattery, gave a soft "hmm" and lowered his head to take a bite of the candied haws.

At the moment of biting, Ning Zhe paused, and his body trembled instantly.

"what happened?"

Ning Zhe slowly raised his head to look at Qingluan, his cheeks were stained red, his beautiful eyes were full of mist, and he was almost about to cry.

Seeing his little slave in a daze, Qingluan thought he was moved.

It's just an ordinary thing, but it can make him so happy. His little slave is really easy to satisfy, what a treasure.

Thinking of this, Qingluan couldn't help but smile slightly in his dark green pupils.

He hugged Ning Zhe, kissed him on the forehead, and said tenderly: "As long as it is what you want, Gu will give it to you. Anu, as long as you are obedient, Gu will treat you well."

Ning Zhe shook his head, tears streaming down his face in an instant, he hugged his neck, his voice choked up and he couldn't speak.

No. 67 looked at him coldly, and suddenly sneered 【How many times have you forgotten that he wanted to kill you?Why, now that he only treats you a little better, you lick your face and fall in love with him?How delicious candied haws are, making you so easy to be bribed?Ning Zhe, you are really cheap! 】

[No...it's not like this...] Ning Zhe let out a little whimper [It's not tasty at all, it's sour]

No. 67's voice was deep and angry【It's not like this, so what? !What acid?Don't you still want to tell me that I was crying sourly! 】

Ning Zhe suddenly hiccupped and twitched [No. 67, you... how do you know]

【...】

No, I do not know.

No. 67 raised his forehead, he was so tired that he didn't want to talk, he should have expected that Ning Zhe is a heartless thing.

Ning Zhe was still sobbing, looking pitiful [No. 67, I want to eat your candied haws, sweet]

Eat a fart! 【......roll roll roll! 】

Ning Zhe pursed his lips aggrievedly.

I don't know where Qingluan bought the candied haws, it was so sour that his teeth hurt.

No matter how sour it was, under Qingluan's eyes, he had to pretend to like it and eat it all in one bite.

At the end of the meal, Ning Zhe was already crying and trembling, the tears could no longer be restrained, falling one by one like pearls with broken strings.

Qingluan hugged him quickly, and coaxed him softly: "Anu, don't cry, I know that you have had a hard time in the past, and I will treat you well in the future. Don't cry, Anu, you cry so hard."

However, although he said so, there was not much love in those dark green pupils, but full of interest, like a dark eagle staring at its prey.

And Ning Zhe in his arms didn't say a word, just buried in his arms, trembling and crying, making people feel distressed.

He is like a little beast that has suddenly been favored by his master, he is very cautious, lest he destroy this hard-won beauty.

No one knew except No. 67. This person didn't think about anything at all, but was soured by the candied haws.

Sitting on the beam of the house, No. 67 quietly watched the two play, feeling extremely complicated for a moment.

At night, Qingluan had dinner with Ning Zhe and left.

Ning Zhe held his hand reluctantly, and begged in a low voice: "Qingluan, I'm scared by myself, can you...can you..."

Qingluan patted him on the head, her tone was boundless doting, but her attitude was firm: "I still have things to deal with."

Ning Zhe could only let go of his hand and watch him leave.

After the door of the palace was closed, No. 67 jumped off the beam, squinted at Ning Zhe, with a mocking expression, "Why, reluctant?"

Ning Zhe shook his head.

He knew that Qingluan would not stay, but it was just to prove it.

Qingluan never leaves anyone by her side every night.Because late at night, when he is weakest, he doesn't trust anyone.

He got this information from Qingluan's memory. Later, he found Chiyue and stole his memory. After verification, he confirmed it.

It's just these things, but Ning Zhe won't tell No. 67.

No. 67 didn't know what he was thinking, thought he was speechless, and said with a sneer, "Qingluan hates your body, no matter what you do, he won't touch you. Now he regards you as a Little Canary, I don’t want to hit you, the value of being abused hasn’t increased for a long time, Ning Zhe, if this continues, do you still want to complete the task?”

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

When he moved his fingertips slightly, an invisible and terrifying power quietly emanated from his fingertips.

In an instant, the wind blew up the curtains, the candles flickered slightly, and even the doors and windows trembled faintly.

If there were other people present, they would be crushed to the ground by the power of this divine power, breathless.

However, No. 67 acted as if nothing had happened, unaffected at all, and stood quietly watching Ning Zhe's movements.

Ning Zhe controlled his divine power, and pulled out a masked man in black from under the bed. It was the fifth mausoleum who had passed out.

The bloody smell that Qingluan smelled came from him.

Ning Zhe made a gesture, his lips moved slightly, as if he was reciting some formula.

Dazzling rays of light emanated from his body, and there was no wind in the hall, and the powerful divine power was almost overwhelming.

The figure of the fifth mausoleum flickered in this light, and it was about to disappear completely.

However, in the next moment, Ning Zhe suddenly spat out blood, the light on his body dissipated immediately, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop", his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless.

The fifth mausoleum's body also fell to the ground as the light disappeared, making a muffled sound.

With a "ding dong", the progress bar of the abused value increased by two bars.

Looking at Ning Zhe's weak appearance, No. 67 said indifferently: "I told you before, don't use divine power indiscriminately."

Ning Zhe wanted to use divine power to transfer the Fifth Tomb, but he overestimated his ability.

No. 67 looked at the young man's hunched body in pain, without any emotion in his cold eyes.

Ning Zhe struggled to hold his eyelids, and looked at him: "Why...my divine power has recovered..."

No. 67 explained lightly: "Your body is the body of a succubus. The gods and demons come to restrain each other. The divine pulse is suppressed by the body. If you use too much divine power for a forceful action, it will backfire."

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled slightly, stared at him for a moment, and said softly: "You never told me about this..."

No. 67 raised her lips slightly, walked up to him, and leaned over to grab his jaw.

"No, I've already told you not to use your divine power indiscriminately, it's just that you are disobedient." No. 67's voice was cold and without any emotion, "Besides, if I let you know, how could the value of being abused increase?"

Ning Zhe's body trembled a little. He had just suffered a backlash, and now his heart was in severe pain, as if a knife was stirring inside.

"Add 2% to the value of being abused." No. 67 caressed Ning Zhe's cheek with his cold fingertips, and said with a low smile: "Ning Zhe, I'm doing it for your own good, look, isn't the money going up? "

Ning Zhe lowered his head, a strand of long hair slipped from his ear, covering his face, so that No. 67 could not see his expression clearly.

"I...understood." After a moment of silence, Ning Zhe responded softly, his voice soft and obedient, as always.

No. 67 gradually stopped laughing, looked at him deeply, and didn't speak.

Ning Zhe coughed a few times in a low voice, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, staining his new clothes that he hadn't changed for a long time red, as if blossoming bright red weeds were blooming on them.

He raised his head, and a small blood-stained hand grabbed the hem of No. 67's clothes, "No. 67...help me..."

No. 67 looked down at him, "Why?"

"Help me..." Ning Zhe turned his head and looked at the fifth mausoleum, "Send him back, today's incident made Qingluan suspicious of me, someone outside the Hall of Stars is watching me, I can't help it Send him away."

Ning Zhe looked up at No. 67, with mist in his eyes, and begged, "Only you... can help me..."

No. 67 didn't respond, but asked him calmly: "Why did you save this person?"

Ning Zhe squeezed his fingers slightly, but did not speak.

No. 67 squatted down and looked directly at his deep and silent pupils, with a flat and calm voice.

"If you don't want to tell, let me guess."

"It is useful for you to keep the Fifth Tomb because he is the only one who can help you deal with Qingluan. You want to use the Fifth Tomb to contain Qingluan and kill Qingluan. Or to put it further, you want to control the entire Tianqi Dynasty. "

"And there is only one reason for you to do all this." No. 67 paused slightly, and gently pulled out a cold and sarcastic smile on her sharp thin lips.

——"For your master."

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled violently, and his pupils shrank slightly.

No. 67 clasped his fragile throat with a hand, exerted a little force, and whispered in his ear, his voice was as low as that of an evil ghost: "Am I right, Ning Zhe?"

Ning Zhe opened his hand and was angry with No. 67 for the first time, "I didn't!"

A cold blue flame suddenly rose from those always silent black eyes, dazzlingly bright and chilling.

He stared at No. 67, with sharp brows and tight lips. His expression was ruthless that No. 67 had never seen before.

No. 67 couldn't help but hooked his lips and smiled.

"Ning Zhe, why are you throwing your temper at me? It's you who is cheap, no matter how many times you are beaten, you will never forget that person!"

No. 67's eyes suddenly turned hard, and he tightened his palms and squeezed Ning Zhe's neck tightly, "If it wasn't for Ning Yan, how could you obey me so obediently and stay by Qingluan's side so obediently?"

"You didn't do it to collect abuse points at all, you just did it to kill Qingluan, so that you could eradicate dissidents for your master Ning Yan and rule the world! Ning Zhe, no matter what you've been through, you're still that slavish little killer of Zonghengge! Your knees are used to kneeling in front of Ning Yan, and you won't be able to stand up straight again!"