I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe bowed his waist and knelt on the ground, clenched his hands on the ground tightly into fists, his body trembled constantly, his lips were trembling and he couldn't speak a word.

"I was right, wasn't I." No. 67 had cold eyes, and reached out to pinch his cheeks hard.

"You even plan to kill me after you find Ning Xuan! Even Huo Chen is in your scheme! If necessary, you can even strip you naked to seduce him, and you can do it!"

"Ning Zhe, you are cheap!"

"No! I'm not! You shut up!"

Ning Zhe let out a low growl, and rushed forward, crushing No. 67 to the ground, with two small hands tightly pinching his throat, with a ferocious expression, like a cat whose tail was blown by stepping on it.

A suffocatingly strong murderous aura spread from his body horribly, and the cold wind rustled the gauze curtain, making the sound harsh.

"Kill you... kill you, no one will say that..."

Ning Zhe muttered in his mouth, obviously looking at No. 67, but as if he saw someone else through him, his eyes were empty and trance, his hands tightened more and more, almost wishing to put the person under him to death .

No. 67 was lying on the ground without any resistance, just staring at him with a pair of cold eyes, which seemed to be able to see directly into people's hearts.

Ning Zhe was stared at by these eyes, and for some reason, suddenly woke up.

"Number 67..." Ning Zhe's lips moved slightly, and he muttered in a daze, "Number 67...I'm not for..."

"No, you are." No. 67 interrupted him with thin lips, his tone indifferent and sarcastic, "You are lying to others, and you are also lying to yourself."

Ning Zhe stared blankly, staring at him for a long time.

Suddenly, he let go of his hand, his body lost strength, and he fell weakly on No. 67.

The thick bloody murderous aura gradually dissipated, the blown gauze curtains calmed down, and the hall returned to silence.

Ning Zhe was lying on the body of No. 67, the ribbon that tied his hair had already been broken, and a cascade of black hair was scattered in a mess, covering most of Ning Zhe's whole body.

His head was sweating profusely, he was panting violently, his chest was rising and falling, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water.

No. 67 was expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of heavy breathing gradually subsided, and the palace was so deadly silent that only the cracking of candles could be heard.

Suddenly, a low weeping and sobbing sound sounded out of nowhere in the hall.

At first it was just uncontrollable sobs.

Gradually, the crying became louder and more desperate.

"I'm not...67, I'm really not..."

The young man's pale and thin fingers tightly grabbed the skirt of the man below him, buried his head on his chest, tears poured down like rain, and he was out of breath from crying.

No. 67 was pressed down by the boy, and felt his body trembling and twitching, and the small piece of clothes on his chest was soon soaked with tears.

The boy didn't say anything, just kept denying and crying.

What are you crying for?

No. 67 thought lightly, for a person without emotion, what is there to cry about, it's all just a pretense.

No. 67 stared at the Ye Mingzhu above his head for a long while, finally closed his eyes, and let out a sigh from the corner of his lips.

He stretched out his hand, touched the boy's head, and said in a calm voice, "The killers in the Zongheng Pavilion are all like you, do you like to cry?"

Ning Zhe cried lightly.

After a while, he arched his head, lifted it slightly, looked at No. 67 with teary eyes, shook his head with sobs, "No, they are all very powerful."

When Ning Zhe was crying, he was like a real child, with snot and tears all over his face, and his charming and charming face was turned into a little cat by crying.

No. 67 stared at him with complex eyes for a while, tore off a piece of clothes, covered Ning Zhe's face, wiped it mercilessly as if wiping the table, and said disgustedly: "It's so dirty, get off my body quickly." Get off!"

Ning Zhe didn't move, his red nose twitched, his voice was hoarse and choked, and he said stubbornly, "I'm not for Ning Yan."

Number 67 wanted to sneer again.

I squeezed my fingertips and held back.

He pushed Ning Zhe, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, "No, no, get up."

Ning Zhe looked at him for a moment, pursed his lips, lowered his eyes slightly, and got up from him.

No. 67 stood up, picked up the unconscious second prince with one hand, and said to Ning Zhe expressionlessly: "This is a deal, I will help you deal with this person, and I will use your 5 abuse points in exchange."

Ning Zhe looked at him quietly with black eyes, and nodded slightly.

No. 67 didn't talk nonsense anymore, and disappeared into the hall with the fifth mausoleum in a flash.

Ning Zhe watched him leave, lowered his eyelashes, with an inexplicable expression.

"Young Master Qin..." The palace servant called cautiously from outside the door, "I heard movement in your palace, are you alright?"

Ning Zhe lowered his head, seemed to be in a daze, and didn't hear what the palace man said.

Thinking of the miserable fate of the bodyguard who offended Mr. Qin, the palace servants did not dare to push the door in. They could only stand outside the door and said tentatively: "His Royal Highness summons you to spend the night, look..."

Only then did Ning Zhe move his eyelashes, walked outside the hall, opened the door and looked at the servant, his eyes were calm and deep, "What did you say?"

The palace servants were a little afraid of his eyes, and repeated tremblingly: "His Royal Highness... just ordered someone to come to summon you, and the sedan chair has already been brought up and is parked outside. Young Master...you need to wash and wash your clothes." some time?"

Ning Zhe looked down at his attire, the hem was stained with blood, which was not very conspicuous in the dark, so the palace people didn't see it.

After returning to the palace and changing his clothes, and using incense to cover up the bloody smell on his body, Ning Zhe followed the palace staff to meet Qingluan.

Qingluan's bedroom never keeps anyone at night, even the palace servants will be sent away by him, Ning Zhe doesn't know why he summoned himself at this time.

The palace servant explained: "Someone assassinated someone in His Royal Highness's palace just now, and the assassin has already escaped. The slave guessed that His Highness was worried about the safety of your son, so he did this."

"Assassination?"

"Yes, it must be the assassin's accomplice in the daytime. The guards are trying their best to hunt him down, so you don't need to worry."

Ning Zhe didn't say anything, he knew it wasn't Wuling's accomplice, and he didn't see anyone else in that person's memory.

Ning Zhe lowered his head and looked at his hands.

I don't know when it started, as long as his hand touches someone else, he will get a small memory of the other person.

No. 67 asked him how he knew the identity of the second prince, because he had obtained part of the memory of the second prince.

It's just that there is only number 67 alone, no matter how he touches him, he still can't see anything...

The sedan chair gradually approached the front of the hall, and Ning turned back to God.

The palace man knocked on the door, and a deep voice came from inside, "Come in."

Her voice was hoarse, and her voice was slightly unsteady, as if she had been severely injured.

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered, he opened the door and walked in.

There were no lights in the hall, and it was pitch black and silent.

The faint moonlight shone in through the window, allowing Ning Zhe to barely see the tall figure standing in the center of the hall.

"Green Luan..."

Ning Zhe lowered his voice and called him softly.

The man didn't move, he just said in a low voice: "Anu, come here."

Ning Zhe heard the rolling sound of his throat.

A strong smell of blood was faintly emanating from the man not far in front of him.

In the darkness, Ning Zhe saw a seductive green light, which was Qingluan's pair of dark green pupils that were as sharp as a falcon.

Ning Zhe took a step forward and walked towards him slowly.

The closer it was, the heavier the terrifying aura of being targeted by a ferocious beast became.

Ning Zhe looked calm, walked up to the man, looked up at him, "Qingluan, Anu is here."

The man's face is hidden in the dark, making it difficult to see clearly.

He reached out and stroked Fu Ning's cheek.

A wet and sticky feeling spread across Ning Zhe's face, accompanied by a fishy and sweet smell.

--is blood.

Ning folded his long eyelashes slightly, "Qingluan, you..."

Without saying a word, the man pulled him over and hugged him into his arms, burying his head in the hollow of his shoulder.

A pair of hot lips pressed against Ning Zhe's neck, the teeth were slightly gritted, and the tip of the tongue seemed to be licking.

Ning Zhe's body froze for a moment.

"No... Qingluan, don't..."

"Why not," Qingluan gasped, her voice low and seductive, "Anu, don't you want to die for me?"

Ning Zhe's pupils constricted suddenly, his hands and feet were a little weak, and he limp in his arms, begging in a low voice: "Qingluan...don't do this, I...scared..."

He was obviously afraid, but his voice was extremely soft and charming, with a soft ending, which could easily attract people's hearts and make people lose their minds.

Qingluan's eyes were full of gloom, and finally he couldn't hold back any longer, suddenly showing two sharp teeth, piercing into Ning Zhe's skin fiercely!

"Ah!" Ning Zhe screamed, the pain made him twitch all over, he couldn't stand on his feet, and gradually slid down.

Qingluan hugged him, two sharp fangs penetrated into Ning Zhe's skin, sucking his blood.

Blood gushed out of Ning Zhe's body quickly, causing him to tremble in pain, hanging on Qingluan's body, and he couldn't lift his fingertips.

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Zhe's body began to cool down, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Qingluan...stop..."

"Stop sucking...it hurts..."

"Ugh... don't..."

Every pore in his body was screaming for pain, and even breathing felt like a knife was stabbed in his heart. Ning Zhe trembled violently, his fingers weakly clutching the hem of the man's clothes, crying helplessly for mercy over and over again.

Qingluan couldn't hear anything, her dark green pupils were already filled with madness and excitement.

The surprisingly sweet blood on Ning Zhe's body made him lose his mind, and he even wanted to suck the delicious boy under him dry!

"Not enough...not enough..."

Qingluan muttered in his mouth, his whole body seemed to lose his mind, his voice was trembling and excited to the extreme: "Anu...give me all, give me all your blood..."

"Don't you like me, then die for me!"

"No...don't do this...It hurts, it really hurts..."

Ning Zhe feebly raised his slender and fragile neck, tears rolled down from his eyes and hit Qingluan's hands, scorching hot all the way to Qingluan's heart.

However, these tears could not bring back Qingluan's reason.

Seeing Ning Zhe's fragile appearance crying, his heart became more and more excited.

At this moment, it was as if he had stripped off all the hypocritical and gentle clothes, and turned back into that cruel and perverted man.

"Qingluan...why...why did you treat me like this..."

Ning Zhe looked at his face with a desperate look, and his voice was so low that he could hardly hear, "Didn't you say... that you like Anu, those... are all fake... ..."

Qingluan caressed his body intimately, her pupils narrowed into a straight line excitedly, and whispered in his ear: "Anu, you are just a slave...I hate you even more, How could you be so naive as to think that I like you..."

He licked Ning Zhe's delicate skin with the tip of his tongue, and laughed softly, "The demons... are really the dirtiest things in the world..."

Ning Zhe trembled violently, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"No...it's not true...Qingluan, you're lying to me..."

Qingluan laughed happily, "Anu, you are so naive, why did you lie to yourself, you already knew it, didn't you..."

The young man trembled his lips, looking desperate, unable to speak.

Yes, he already knew that.

As early as the moment Qingluan locked him into the dark room, he already knew that all of this was just a dream woven for him by the man in front of him.

He didn't love him, and never cared about him, he just raised him as a little toy and played with him wantonly.

But the young man knew it clearly, but he didn't want to break it, and he didn't want to wake up from his dream.

Because he likes this man, he is willing to believe even if it is a lie.

He was willing to walk into the dream that the man wove for himself, and immersed himself in it defenselessly, never wanting to wake up.

But now, the man broke this dream with his own hands, dragging the young man cruelly into reality.

The man told him himself that he didn't love him.

The boy could no longer lie to himself.

With a low whimper, he lied in the man's arms, and the extent of his struggle gradually became smaller, like a desperate little beast in a trap, he completely gave up resistance.

"good......"

Qingluan pursed her lips, exhaled lowly in his ear, bit her sharp teeth into the young man's body again, greedily sucking his blood.

"Anu, die for me..."

The young man opened his eyes in a daze, and his breathing began to weaken, "Qingluan..."

The sound is like a mosquito, pitifully low.

And the person he likes can't hear it.

The light in the young man's eyes finally went out, his lips were pale, his eyes closed weakly, and he completely lost consciousness.

......

The next day, the sky was bright.

Blinding light poured in through the window.

The man's sharp eyebrows clustered slightly, and he gently opened his eyes.

He looked down at his belly.

Yesterday Chi Yue took advantage of his weakness to sneak attack at night, even though he almost killed Chi Yue, he was seriously injured by him.

However, at this moment, the bloody wound had already healed, and the strength in the body was not only not weak, but even stronger, and there was even a faint sign of a breakthrough.

How could it be so...

what happened?

Qingluan frowned, only remembering that she needed blood, and because she was worried about other people, she called Anu over...

He couldn't remember what happened next.

Anu?

Yes... Anu... Anu...

Qingluan's scanning gaze suddenly focused, and he saw the unconscious young man lying on the ground not far away.

"Anu!"

Qingluan's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he hurriedly dodged in front of him.

The young man was lying in a pool of blood, like a bright and eye-catching tea flower blooming under his body, and the dark red blood was gurgling out from the wound around his neck.

And that bite mark...was his!

Qingluan's pupils shrank slightly, and with trembling hands, he gently touched the young man.

The tentacles are extremely cold, like the body temperature of a dead person.

Qingluan panicked suddenly, stretched out his hand to shake the boy's body, and called out hoarsely: "A...slave?"

The boy was motionless, barely breathing.

yes...how can there be breathing...

He bled all night!

Qingluan suddenly growled, "Come on!"

This sound was as shrill as weeping blood, and the guards waiting outside the hall were startled, without regard for their dignity, they hurriedly opened the door and barged in, asking hurriedly, "Your Highness?! What happened?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young man lying on the ground covered in blood.

The guard paused, "Your Highness... this... this..."

Qingluan picked up the young man, his fingertips glowed with light, and poured his brain into his body, and said angrily with a ferocious expression: "What are you still doing in a daze! Why don't you go find an imperial doctor for Gu!!"

"Yes Yes!!"

Seeing the man's gloomy face, the guard didn't dare to stay, he hurriedly responded and ran out.

Qingluan shook her hands, took out a delicate jade bottle from her bosom, poured out a vermilion pill unsteadily, and pushed it into the young man's lips.

"Anu, eat it... eat it quickly, you'll be fine if you eat it..."

Qingluan's lips trembled as she stared at the boy's throat.

But the boy has already lost consciousness, so how could he swallow?

"Anu... Please, swallow it quickly... Anu be good...you be good..."

Qingluan was so anxious that when he saw the teacup on the side, he didn't care that it was the tea from the previous night. He took a sip and covered the young man's pale lips. Mix it with the pills and swallow it in your mouth.

The boy was choked, coughed softly, and opened his closed eyes slightly.

Qingluan was overjoyed, "Anu! You're awake!"

"I'm sorry, it's Gu's fault, it's Gu's brain that's not clear..."

The young man looked at his flustered and remorseful look lightly, with a calm expression and did not speak.

Qingluan gently held his hand, placed it on her forehead, hoarse voice, as if it was blowing out of her throat, "Anu, Gu... Gu made you suffer... ..”

At this moment, Qingluan really regretted it.

He didn't know how it could become like this.

He obviously only wanted to suck a little blood, and it was enough to restore his strength.

He obviously...doesn't want to hurt Anu, why...why he can't control himself!

"Great, Anu, I just... thought you couldn't wake up..."

Qingluan caressed the young man's face with his palm, she was extremely gentle and tender, if someone who didn't know the inside story would really think that he really loved this young man.

But the young man knew better than anyone else that all of this was false. The man told him himself that he hated him.

What to do after waking up, he has lost the meaning of living.

The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes lightly.

No matter what the man called in his ear, he didn't want to open it again.

"Anu!" Qingluan's heart beat violently.

Just at this time, the old imperial physician finally rushed over.

Qingluan grabbed him, dragged him to the boy's bed, and roared with a ferocious face, "Save him... save him! Save him! If you can't save him, all of you will be buried with Gu!"

The imperial physician responded, and hurriedly stepped forward to check on the boy's injuries.

Seeing the pale face of the young man and the anxious look of His Royal Highness, the imperial doctor thought it was multiple injuries.

However, when I checked the pulse, I found that...it was just a disease of Qi and blood deficiency, and it would not cause death.

This......

The imperial physician was surprised and puzzled, secretly glanced at His Highness the Crown Prince's face, only to find that he was staring at him coldly, his eyes were almost murderous.

"What's the matter, talk!" Qingluan's eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, almost on the verge of eruption.

With a man like this, how could the imperial physician dare to say that it's all right? Wouldn't this be an embarrassment to His Highness?

But if the situation is serious, it's not that serious.

The imperial physician was in a dilemma, looked at the weak young man on the couch, and finally had to whisper a few words.

The general idea is that the situation is serious, but it is not impossible to cure it. You just need to take medicine on time and take good care of yourself.

Hearing what he said, Qingluan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing the old doctor standing blankly staring at the young man on the couch in a daze, she couldn't help but angrily said: "What are you waiting for! Why don't you prescribe medicine quickly! If there is a delay Illness, only you are asking!"

The imperial physician trembled all over, and quickly apologized and retreated.

When he left, he couldn't help but look back at the young man, and muttered in his heart.

Strange, why did he just see that the young man seemed to smile?I am really old, my eyes are not working...

The imperial physician shook his head, bowed and left.

Qingluan originally wanted to stay with the young man, but the guards came in to report that King Ningyan of Dingbei of Dayue had arrived in Tianqi and his whereabouts were suspicious.

Qingluan's eyes suddenly became cold.

He glanced at the young man, and coaxed him softly: "Anu, leave alone for a while, and come to accompany you later, be good, don't move around, okay?"

He pressed a kiss on the boy's forehead and left in a hurry.

Obviously just now he made an anxious look, but it was just an expression.

A line of clear tears suddenly rolled quietly from the corner of the boy's eyes.

It's time to give up completely, the boy said in his heart.

Sitting on the window sill, No. 67 looked at Ning Zhe with a pair of hazy and beautiful teary eyes, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with a black line on his face, and his sadness flowed like a river.

"Okay, let's go, stop acting."