I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe turned his head.

The man dressed in black was leaning lazily against the window with his arms folded, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

Long eyebrows drawn into the temples, sharp as a blade, black eyes deep and cold, nose bridge high, thin lips hooked into a sarcastic smile, the whole face is as sharp and stern as if cut by a knife.

The cool light in the morning shone on his sharp side face, adding an icy texture to it.

Ning Zhe blinked, and the grief-stricken expression just now faded away completely, and became innocent and well-behaved, so fast that No. 67's forehead twitched.

Ning bent his eyebrows and asked him, "Where is the second prince?"

"Sent back."

No. 67 walked up to him, wiped away the tears on his cheeks with his rough fingertips, looked down at Ning Zhe, and said in a cold and indifferent voice, "The servant from below came to report that Chi Yue sneaked back yesterday to assassinate and injured Qing Luan. Is it in your scheme? What kind of trick are you trying to play this time?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, squinted his eyes and rubbed his palm, and replied obediently: "No, I didn't expect Qingluan to be injured suddenly."

Ning Zhe's face was white and soft, rubbing the palm of No. 67 itched, and his heart felt a little hot, and he really wanted to pinch a piece of soft flesh on his face.

No. 67 withdrew his hand coldly, and asked without changing his expression, "Then why didn't you take the opportunity to kill him last night? Why did you give up such a good opportunity?"

"No," Ning Zhe looked at him and said softly, "It's not enough."

No. 67's eyes moved slightly, "What's not enough?"

Ning Zhe didn't answer, he slightly pursed his pale and bloodless lips, smiled weakly, and gradually closed his eyes.

He lost a lot of blood last night, and after taking Qingluan's medicine, he got better a little bit, but if it wasn't for the protection of the gods, he would have already turned into a cold corpse at this time, and he is really weak right now.

No. 67 took out a porcelain bottle, pinched Ning Zhe's mouth and poured it into it, his actions were rude, without a trace of pity.

Ning Zhe suddenly opened his eyes and coughed a few times.

A trace of clear liquid overflowed uncontrollably from the corner of his lips, and he licked it away with his tongue.

A small section of bright red and alluring tongue tip protrudes from the snow-white teeth, seductive and seductive for no reason, making people's throats dry and their hearts burning hot.

No. 67 looked away lightly, there was no wave in the bottom of his eyes, and he was not moved at all.

Ning Zhe raised his head, the corners of his eyes were red, tears dripped from the choking, he looked pitiful.

"Number 67... this, ahem... what is this..."

"What you like to drink, Fat House Happy Water."

Ning Zhe pursed his mouth: "No, this is bitter."

No. 67 slapped him on the head, and said perfunctorily without blinking: "Improved and upgraded version, what are you talking about so much!"

Ning Zhe cried out in pain, holding his head in protest: "It hurts..."

No. 67 lifted the quilt, threw it on him, and wrapped him up, "Shut up and go to sleep."

After that, I want to leave.

Ning huddled under the blanket, suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, staring at him with a pair of quiet eyes, "Leng, stay with me."

No. 67 didn't even look back, just shook off him and left.

Ning Zhe stared at his relentless back, his eyes were as deep and dark as an abyss, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

After a while, he yawned, closed his eyes gently, and soon fell asleep.

No. 67 leaned against the window, listening to the sound of shallow breathing from the hall, there was a deep silence on his stern face.

Ning Zhe thought he was leaving, and No. 67 thought he could leave decisively, but his footsteps did not follow his command.

Various emotions intertwined in No. 67's eyes, churning violently like a pitch-black wave, which could not calm down for a long time.

She closed her eyes, pinched the center of her eyebrows heavily, and it took a long time before she regained her composure.

The most important thing right now is not to let Ning Yan discover Ning Zhe's whereabouts, otherwise, with Ning Yan's paranoia, he will desperately snatch Ning Zhe away and disrupt his plan.

After thinking about it, No. 67 stretched out his hand and flicked his fingertips lightly in the air, and a scene appeared from mid-air.

The man in the picture is caressing his heart, his expression is crazy, and he keeps muttering: "A-Ning...A-Ning..."

It's like being enchanted.

It was Ningyan who had already arrived in Tianqi.

He is different from Huo Chen, Huo Chen came here on order, but Ning Yan entered Tianqi with a secret identity, and did not alarm anyone.

Qingluan had ordered a dark servant to investigate before, but there was no trace of him.

No. 67 frowned slightly, and was about to check Ning Yan's location, but saw Ning Yan suddenly raised his head, staring dangerously at him with a pair of cold eyes like a cold pool, and said angrily: "Get out!"

The turbulent killing intent is wrapped in a powerful divine power, gushing out through the screen, and the gust of wind is whistling, directly attacking No. 67!

No. 67 squinted his eyes, and with a quick swipe of his fingertips, the scene in the air disappeared suddenly, and even the attack just now disappeared without a trace.

The wind calmed down.

No. 67 covered his mouth and gave a low cough, feeling a little unsteady on his feet.

A bloody smell surged up from his chest, and No. 67 moved his throat and swallowed it lightly.

He thought that no one would find out, but now it seems that he underestimated Ning Yan.

No. 67 looked at the boy sleeping soundly on the couch through the hollow carved wooden window, and left without a sound.

......

Qingluan looked at the information in his hand with deep eyes, raised her eyes and asked the guards: "When will the snow appreciation feast set up by the fifth mausoleum be held?"

The guard said respectfully: "It's today."

Qingluan narrowed her eyes, and after a while, a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips.

"If you want to fight against Gu, one Ningyan is not enough."

Just as he wanted the guards to go down, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Did the two assassins find their way yesterday?"

Seeing the guard shaking his head, Qingluan couldn't help frowning, and waved him to continue searching.

He walked up to a mercury mirror and injected a force into it.

The mercury mirror fluctuated for a while, and a vague figure appeared indistinctly, heading towards the Star Palace.

Qingluan squinted and stared at the mirror, but the mercury mirror fluctuated, and the next picture disappeared without a trace, and she couldn't check it anyway.

Qingluan rubbed her fingertips, a dark light flashed in her falcon-like cold eyes.

That's all for Chi Yue, he couldn't find out the identity of the other person, as if someone purposely covered it up.

And the assassin's target is not him, but Anu.

Qingluan pondered for a moment, then sent someone to boil the medicine, and brought it to the Hall of Stars.

The boy was sleeping soundly on the couch.

A small face the size of a palm was sunk in the quilt, long black eyelashes were as thick as a small fan, hanging down quietly, and the crow-green hair set off his fair skin, making him look like a fairy who walked out of the deep mountains. Worldly affairs, but with a natural pure confusion.

Because of falling asleep, the fair and tender cheeks were slightly blush, the small and delicate nose was red and attractive, and the soft and bright red lips were gently opening and closing, as if they were inviting people to taste them.

Qingluan gently touched his lips with her slender fingers.

The young man groaned, feeling the foreign object in his mouth, subconsciously moved his lips, and lightly licked Qingluan's fingertips with the tip of his tongue.

The warm and moist touch immediately penetrated the skin and penetrated into the heart.

Qingluan tried her best to restrain herself, and only then resisted the urge to hold the young man under her body and ruthlessly fondle her.

He pulled out his fingers, sat in front of the couch, and quietly waited for the boy to wake up.

It wasn't until this time that Qingluan got closer that Qingluan could see clearly that the young man's eyelids were black and blue, his brows were slightly clustered uneasily, and he looked extremely weak and tired.

Just last night, the boy was almost killed by him.

Qingluan's heart trembled, and he stretched out his hand gently, smoothing the center of his brow, "Anu...I'm sorry..."

He sighed, remembering the past of the boy.

Before being bought back by him, Anu had always been an inconspicuous little slave beside Chiyue. After Chiyue was captured, all the slaves who followed him were pulled out of their demon bones and sent to the slave market for auction.

Anu was a gadget he bought on a whim at that time.

He is the most beautiful and attractive one among all the slaves, just one glance made Qingluan interested.

What Qingluan likes most is watching beautiful things being destroyed, and Anum's extremely beautiful complexion just meets his requirements.

It's just that this succubus is stupid by nature and loyal to Chiyue. He only seduces him, climbs on his bed all day long, and always tries to rescue Chiyue in vain, which makes Qingluan so tired of him that he throws him into the palace for torture. The company ignored it.

If it wasn't for this little slave who was the only one who knew where Chiyue's body was, Qingluan would have already taken his life.

Not long after that, Qingluan met the little emperor in Dayue, and immediately forgot Qin Nu.

After the little emperor died, Qingluan returned to Tianqi.

As soon as he entered the palace, he learned that Qin Nu was seriously injured and unconscious, but Qingluan didn't care at that time.

Unexpectedly, after Qin Nu woke up, he seemed to be a different person. Not only his eyes became lively, but even his temper became very suitable for Qingluan.

Qingluan used unprecedented patience to pamper his little slave, sometimes so seriously that even he himself had the illusion of being tempted.

When he saw that Anu was almost sucked dry by him, Qingluan's heart suddenly beat violently, pounding heavily on his chest, leaving deep marks one after another.

At this moment, Qingluan realized very clearly that he had feelings for his little slave, this little thing that he had never looked down upon all this time.

Qingluan hates this feeling of being out of control.

Originally, if it continued like this, he and his little slave would live in peace and harmony, but it was just a small thing to raise, so it didn't matter.

But now it seems that his little slave is not simple.

Huo Chen, the assassin, and even the king of Dingbei, Ningyan, seemed to have come for him...

And last night, Anu obviously shed so much blood, but he didn't die, and Qingluan himself benefited greatly from it.

Even for demons, blood shouldn't have this effect.

Qingluan's fingertips caressed Ning Zhe's cheek vaguely, her dark green pupils were dim.

Anu... What secrets are you hiding that I don't know...

......

When Ning Zhe opened his eyes, it was getting dark.

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

Ning Zhe sat up from the couch, and was about to light the candle, when suddenly, a black shadow walked over beside him, stopping his movement.

Ning Zhe was startled suddenly.

He just didn't notice anyone beside him!

Before Shensi could react, the palm of his hand had become a blade and suddenly attacked the black shadow in front of him!

Suddenly, Ning Zhe saw a pair of green eyes shining in the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Zhe suddenly withdrew his hand.

There was a sudden pain in the heart, and a fishy sweetness welled up in the throat.

Ning Zhe covered his mouth and coughed uncontrollably.

Qingluan was startled: "Anu?. Anu... what's wrong with you?"

An anxious voice hidden in the low voice rang in his ears.

To Ning Zhe's ears, it was like a ghost asking for his life.

Ning Zhe suddenly struggled, trembling all over, screaming loudly: "Don't...don't...don't! Let me go...please...let me go pass me!"

"Stop sucking my blood...It hurts, it really hurts..."

The boy seemed to be trapped in an endless cycle of nightmares, struggling in vain, his hoarse voice was full of despair and fear.

Qingluan's body was slightly stiff, and her expression was complicated.

After a while, with a flick of his fingertips, a gleam of light was shot out, lighting up the candle.

The hall suddenly brightened.

Qingluan hugged the young man, stroking his fragile back over and over again, and coaxed: "Don't be afraid, Anu, it's okay, it's okay, I'm back......"

However, the spray of his warm breath on the boy's ears only made him more emotional.

The boy will never forget the words that the man whispered in his ear.

Those words, which were comparable to vicious curses, rang in the young man's heart, shattering all his hope and light.

"don't want......"

Crystal clear tears gently rolled down from the boy's eyes, staining his pale cheeks.

"Please, let me go..."

"I...I already know how cheap I am...I know I'm all whimsical, I know I shouldn't like you and blaspheme you..."

"Qingluan, let me go...I really...can't give you anything anymore..."

The young man whimpered and cried, he wanted to struggle, but was held tightly in Qingluan's arms, unable to move at all.

Hearing the young man's humble words, Qingluan's heart suddenly began to throb.

It was as if a knife had been inserted into his heart, stirring wantonly in his body, wanting to tear him apart crazily!

Qingluan's body trembled slightly, and he opened his lips: "Anu...you are wrong...you...don't do this, don't be like this... "

He buried his head on the boy's neck, tightened his hands slightly, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Gu Zhen... really didn't mean it..."

He shook Ning Zhe's body, but Ning Zhe didn't respond at all.

Qingluan panicked, and quickly let go of Ning Zhe, touching his face with trembling hands, "What's wrong with you... Anu... Anu talk to me, don't ignore me ...Anu, can you speak well..."

He was so anxious that he even forgot to bring the title of "solitary".

Ning Zhe rolled his pupils mechanically and looked at him.

Those beautiful eyes were obviously looking at Qingluan, but there was no focus in them, it was as dark as fog, and Qingluan's figure could not be seen at all.

Qingluan suddenly held her breath, lowered her voice unconsciously, and trembled very lightly: "Anu...you...don't scare me..."

Ning Zhe looked at him, moved his pale and bloodless lips slightly, and slightly hooked his lips, his voice was too weak to hear: "Qingluan...kill me..."

Qingluan's pupils shrank sharply.

He never knew that those words of his would have such a big impact on the young man, he obviously... obviously didn't want to do this...

He just... can't help himself...

Qingluan held on, with a smile on the corner of his lips, "Anu... those words, those words were all lied to you, how could I be willing... how could I have the heart to hurt you. …”

Watching Ning Zhe gradually close his eyes, Qing Luan was startled, and his tone suddenly became urgent, "No! Anu, forget those words, forget them, we... let's start again! This time I I will definitely treat you well... okay... okay, Anu?"

Ning Zhe didn't reply, he half-closed his eyes, and leaned weakly in Qingluan's arms, his eyes were lost, and there was no light in his pupils.

Like a puppet that has lost its vitality, it is lifeless and can be manipulated by others.

Qingluan gently hugged him tightly in his arms, and hugged him tightly.

"If Anu doesn't speak, I will assume that you agree."

Ning Zhe was motionless, extremely quiet.

Qingluan thought he was compromising, so the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she lowered her head and kissed the center of his brow, "Lonely Anu, you're so good."

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled and he closed his eyes.

When Qingluan saw Ning Zhe's appearance, his hands trembled slightly, and he vaguely sensed something, but he didn't want to think about it.

He picked up the cold soup on the side, his palm glowed slightly, warmed the soup, and slowly fed it into Ning Zhe's mouth.

"Anu," Qingluan leaned over, kissed away the remaining stains on his mouth, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm going out of the palace tonight to go to the second prince's residence for a banquet, so I don't mind leaving you alone in the palace. Together with Gu, okay?"

Ning Zhe didn't respond at all.

Those black and white eyes seemed to be looking at Qingluan, but at the same time they seemed to be looking at nothing.

Under such gazes, Qingluan suddenly felt a spasm and tingling pain at the apex of his heart, which made him tremble even while breathing.

He reluctantly pursed his lips, touched Ning Zhe's head, "Gu...send someone to wash Anu, and Gu will pick you up later."

After saying that, he ran away, avoiding the young man's sight, and left.

Ning Zhe sat on the bed, tilted his head slightly, lifeless, as if he would fall if pushed.

Not long after, a palace maid opened the door, holding exquisite and gorgeous clothes and jade ornaments in their hands, and filed in.

A man in black clothes and sharp eyebrows stood behind the crowd and stood at the entrance of the hall.

A palace servant stepped forward to wash and wash Ning Zhe.

Ning turned his eyes, a pair of dark and dull pupils stared straight at the palace man, without saying a word.

The palace servant was so frightened by his sight that he couldn't help but take a step back and almost fell, "Qin...Young Master Qin, please forgive me...The servant is ordered by His Highness... "

Before the palace man finished speaking, Ning Zhe suddenly stretched out his hand, pointing a frail and pale finger at the man standing at the gate of the palace, the meaning was self-evident.

The servant frowned, looked at the uncooperative young man on the couch, and asked in a low voice: "Lord Feng Lin, Your Highness is still waiting in the main hall, let's... what should we do... ..”

Feng Lin glanced over indifferently, "Your Highness only ordered me to protect the safety of your son."

The implication is that this matter does not belong to him.

The palace servants had no choice but to send everyone down, begging: "Don't worry, my lord, the servants are grateful for your help this time, and I will definitely not go out and gossip and ruin your reputation... .”

Seeing that Feng Lin was still unmoved, the servant said again: "If your lord stays out of the matter, this slave...you have to go and report to His Highness...Your Highness also knows that His Highness never leaves waste, and Your Highness is young. Light, it's hard to get to where it is today, is it going to be destroyed overnight?"

Feng Lin frowned and gave him a displeased look.

The servant knew that he agreed.

After calling everyone to put down the trays and go out, the servant bowed and said, "Please trouble me, sir."

Then he closed the palace door and left.

Feng Lin looked outside the hall, and after confirming that everyone had left, he walked over, picked up the clothes in the tray, and walked to Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe sat on the couch, his cheeks were pale, his eyes were empty and silent, and he seemed to have lost his mind.

Feng Lin, or number 67, has become accustomed to his appearance.

He shook off the snow-white coat, picked Ning folded up and put it on his lap, and gently took off the messy clothes on his body.

It was night and the weather was cold.

Ning Zhe couldn't help shivering from the cold.

"Isn't it already numb from the injury, why do you still feel pain?"

No. 67 paused, and lightly mocked him.

Then he lifted his palm, and an invisible heat wave gradually radiated from his palm, instantly making the hall extremely warm.

Noticing the boy's gradually calming body under his palm, No. 67 took off the boy's clothes.

The beautiful naked body bloomed in front of his No. 67, pure white and flawless, enough to attract anyone's attention and make all men in the world crazy for him.

However, No. 67 didn't seem to be able to see it, his expression remained unchanged, and his brows and eyes were as cold as ever.

He folded Ning's clothes one by one and put them on.

This stubborn young man who was still struggling in front of the servant just now was extremely quiet and obedient in his arms.

No. 67 patted Ning Zhe on the head, "Okay, stop acting, come down and put on your shoes."

Ning Zhe didn't make a sound, but suddenly hugged No. 67's neck, and buried his face in the hollow of his shoulder.

No. 67 paused and frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, sniffed, and seemed to want to speak, but in the end, no sound came out.

No. 67 fell silent, stretched out his hand, and slowly stroked his long, soft, jet-black hair.

Ning Zhe's body suddenly trembled and he whimpered softly.

"Number 67...67..."

No. 67 said "hmm".

Ning Zhe's sobs suddenly became louder, and he hugged No. 67's neck, crying loudly, "It hurts...Number 67, I hurt so much..."

No. 67 looked up at the candle flames flickering in the night wind, and did not speak for a while.

He thought that the assassination of Chiyue yesterday, and even Qingluan's blood sucking, these things were all planned by Ning Zhe, for nothing more than to make Qingluan fall in love with him with all his heart and facilitate him to carry out his plan.

But now, No. 67 felt that he might have guessed wrong.

The ever-increasing abuse value in his mind told him that Ning Zhe was not acting, but that he was really in pain and really sad.

It's just that he is always bored in his heart and doesn't tell anyone.