I'm a killer with no emotions

No. 67 hugged Ning Zhe, and let Ning Zhe cry in his arms, but did not do anything else.

Ning Zhe doesn't need him to do anything, it's just that the pain is unbearable for a while.

After crying enough, he wiped away his tears and got up from No. 67 without saying a word.

No. 67 wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and said flatly: "The value of being abused has increased by 5%."

Ning Zhe had red and swollen eye sockets, sniffed, drooped his eyelids listlessly, and said nothing.

After No. 67 put on the brocade boots for him and straightened out the messy skirt on his chest, when he raised his eyes, he saw his aggrieved appearance.

"You didn't ask for it." No. 67 raised his eyebrows, and his tone was a bit cold, "When Qingluan sucks your blood, just push him away."

"But," Ning Zhe choked up, with tears in his eyes, "then the task will not be completed."

No. 67 hooked his lips ironically, wiped away the blisters on Ning Zhe's nose with a brocade handkerchief, and said with a sneer, "Are you doing it for the mission or for yourself, don't you know?"

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered, and he was about to speak when No. 67 took him out of the Hall of Stars by his collar.

A group of palace servants were waiting anxiously outside, and when they finally came out, they hurriedly carried the sedan chair to meet him.

No. 67 stretched out his hand to pinch Ning Zhe's underarm, carried him onto the sedan chair, and then prepared to hide himself and follow secretly.

Ning Zhe subconsciously grabbed a small piece of his clothes with his fingers.

No. 67 stopped, turned around and stared at him coldly.

Ning Zhe trembled, like a child who made a mistake, lowered his head, and let go tremblingly.

No. 67 glanced around, and found that the servants and others were all kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed respectfully, and no one dared to raise their heads.

67 turned his eyes back, looked at the trembling boy for a long time, and finally took a step forward, walking in front of him.

"Where does it hurt?"

Ning Zhe raised his eyes in astonishment, his pupils staring blankly.

No. 67 reached out and tightened the snow-white fox fur on his body, "Didn't it hurt? Where does it hurt?"

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, and pointed to his neck.

No. 67 narrowed his eyes, and by the faint moonlight, he saw two small tooth marks on the fair and graceful neck.

As a god, Ning Zhe has excellent recovery ability. The wound that was torn to a bloody wound yesterday has scabbed and faded away, but the tooth marks have not disappeared.

Qingluan's soul is the demon clan, he lost his mind last night, took Ning Zhe as a prey, and injected demon energy into Ning Zhe's body while sucking blood.

The magic energy is corrosive and will constantly erode Ning Zhe's body. It is probably because of this reason that the bite marks cannot heal.

Although Qingluan convinced Ning to take the magic medicine, there was still a ray of evil energy that could not be dispelled.

When Qingluan approached, the devilish energy would become more active, devouring Ningzhe's flesh and blood non-stop, making himself stronger.

No wonder the pain was unbearable just now, presumably it was because Qingluan was too close.

No. 67 glanced at Ning Zhe, and wondered how he, who is afraid of pain, managed to endure it so silently.

The bite mark was clearly imprinted on Ning Zhe's fair skin, as if it had carved a mark on his body that could never be erased.

Suddenly, No. 67 felt extremely intrusive.

He lightly stroked Ning's neck with his fingers, rubbed it twice, and when he removed it, the skin was as smooth as ever.

"Does it still hurt?"

The devilish energy that had tortured him half to death in his body had disappeared without a trace.

Ning Zhe shook his head lightly.

"Let's go."

No. 67 put down the gauze curtain, gave instructions to the guards, didn't look at Ning Zhe again, and took the lead out of the hall.

Qingluan was listening to the imperial physician's report, when she saw Ning folding over, she waved the guards down and walked over.

"Anu." He hugged Ning Zhe into his arms, stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, "I heard from the imperial physician that perhaps in your blood..."

Qingluan suddenly stopped while speaking, and glanced at Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe leaned his head on his shoulder, his lips were pale, and his face was expressionless.

Just now the imperial physician said that when he was taking the pulse, he noticed something abnormal in Anu's blood, which reminded Qingluan of his own devilish energy.

His demonic energy has been tempered, it is extremely pure, it is easy to corrode the body, and it is not easy to get rid of.

He was so distracted for a while that he ignored the matter, causing Anu to suffer a lot for nothing.

Seeing the young man's pale face, Qingluan felt a little regretful in his heart. He wanted to get rid of Anu's evil energy, but after investigating, he found something strange.

——There is no magic energy in Anu's body...

Qingluan looked down at the frail young man, a glint of light flashed across his eyes, stroked his delicate face, and asked softly, "Anu, does your body still hurt?"

Ning Zhe still wanted to pretend to be a rag doll who was heartbroken and lost his soul, so naturally he wouldn't give him any reaction.

No. 67 took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, the time has come."

Qingluan had no choice but to put this matter aside for the time being.

A group of people set off out of the palace and soon arrived at the Second Prince's Mansion.

The Second Prince's Mansion is located at the foot of the imperial city, in the most prosperous area. The mansion is magnificently built and has a royal demeanor.

Because Emperor Yong'an favored the Fifth Tomb, he had given many guards to serve the Fifth Tomb. Therefore, the second prince's mansion was heavily guarded, with three steps and one post, dignified and dignified.

Compared with Prince Qingluan's palace, it's not much better.

The fifth mausoleum of the second prince and the prince Qingluan have always been at odds. This time the second prince held a banquet in the mansion, which was called enjoying the snow and enjoying the moon, but in fact, anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was just a way for the second prince to win over the courtiers and the princes of various families. .

The prince Qingluan is very powerful, holding most of Tianqi in his hand, but the other half also has a place as the second prince.

There are not a few courtiers who support the second prince in the court, and with the backing of Emperor Yong'an, the second prince has already torn face with the prince.

When Qingluan came here without invitation, the face of the fifth mausoleum turned green, and he blocked people from the door with a gloomy face, "His Royal Highness is always busy, so how come you have time to come to my humble room? If the reception is not good at that time, won't you be wronged by His Royal Highness?" Your body?"

Qingluan hugged Ning Zhe in his arms, pulled the fox fur to cover his face, then raised his eyebrows and smiled at him: "It's really wronged, but I was bored alone in the palace, so I wanted to come out to get some air. Talk to someone, why, the second prince is not welcome?"

Of course not welcome!

Others are afraid of Qingluan's ruthless methods, but he is not afraid!

Fifth Ling's face became angry, and he opened his mouth to drive people away.

Seeing this, the staff at the side quickly stopped him, and said in fear: "Second Prince, calm down, there are so many people at this moment, so don't be impulsive!"

"So what! When has my Highness been afraid of those people's comments!?"

The staff said earnestly: "Your Highness is not afraid, but...others are afraid! Words are terrifying. Your Highness speaks rudely to His Highness the Crown Prince at this time. Even if the Crown Prince can't do anything to you, it will always be true. Disrespecting elders regardless of seniority or inferiority's reputation, literati all cherish their reputation, then... how can anyone be willing to follow His Highness..."

As the staff spoke, he glanced at the people around him, lowered his voice and said the rest: "To achieve a great cause together? It's for this matter, Your Highness should endure it at this time."

Fifth Ling was originally full of anger, but after being discouraged by him, he calmed down a little and gave up the idea of ​​driving Qingluan out.

That's right, someone had promised him that Qingluan would never return this time, so why not just believe it once?

The fifth mausoleum thought about it, stepped out of the way with a cold face, and said with a smirk: "His Royal Highness is coming, there is no reason to refuse the door, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you invite the prince into the mansion?! "

The little boy at the side responded with a nod, and stepped forward to take the person in the prince's arms.

Qingluan's brows turned cold, and with a flick of his sleeves, a gust of wind rushed in, pushing the servant away.

Seeing this, the fifth mausoleum glanced at the tightly wrapped person in his arms, couldn't help squinting those bright eyes, and said meaningfully: "I heard that His Royal Highness never allowed anyone to get close to him in the past. There is only one person in these years." Except, presumably... this person is the rumored half-human, half-demon Qin slave?"

The person in Qingluan's arms probably heard his words, and moved slightly.

Qingluan lowered her eyes, a soft look faintly appeared on her expression.

He touched the boy's head where only half of his head was exposed, and said softly: "Hey, it's okay, I won't let you get hurt."

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

No. 67 hid on the tree branch and watched this scene, thinking that Ning Zhe was not worried that he would be in danger, it was obviously because he was wrapped airtightly in the thick fox fur and couldn't breathe.

Ning Zhe struggled again, and finally exposed his eyes.

In the end, he took a breath, and Qingluan pressed the back of his head again, and pushed him into his arms.

Ning Zhe raised his eyes, as if asking for help, and glanced at the pitch-black tree behind Qingluan, his eyes were filled with moisture, extremely wronged.

No. 67 received his gaze, but remained motionless, as if he didn't look at it.

Qingluan would not suffocate him to death after all, so naturally No. 67 would not expose his identity for these trivial matters.

The lights in front of the Second Prince's Mansion were brightly lit, and the carriages came one after another.

Not long after, a lot of people gathered, most of them were young princes from various families, and they had a good personal relationship with Fifth Ling on weekdays.

Seeing that Prince Qingluan was also there, the smiles on many people's faces froze.

Everyone knows what they are here for.

Although he has already stood on the side of the second prince, he has to do a full set of superficial skills, so as not to be criticized in the future.

But now that the prince came uninvited, it made them feel a little sorry.

What's more, the prince's methods are so fierce that even His Majesty has to listen to him, who else would dare to offend him?

Everyone was a little cautious when saluting.

The fifth mausoleum was naturally not stupid, and felt a little angry when he saw this, but he had no choice but to hold back his anger, and personally welcomed everyone into the mansion and took their seats.

The crown prince is high and powerful, so he naturally has to sit in the main seat.

Fifth Mausoleum didn't want to be inferior to him, so he asked someone to add a desk to the side, and sat down with a sullen face.

Because it was under the elegant banner of admiring the snow and enjoying the moon, the banquet was also held in the pavilion outside the hall.

When the second prince's mansion was built, countless skilled craftsmen were hired, and the garden scenery is very unique and beautiful.

Now it's the middle of winter, a heavy snow fell in Tianqi not long ago, and it hasn't melted yet.

Layer after layer of white snow covers the dead branches and grassland, and against the cold moonlight in the cold winter, there is indeed a sense of literati elegance, and it is not considered to have fallen into the reputation of this snow feast.

After everyone gradually took their seats, the fifth mausoleum announced the opening of the banquet.

He clapped his hands lightly, and the moving Guzheng music sounded in the gazebo, and then several dancers with charming looks and gorgeous clothes came up and performed dances.

As soon as these dancers entered the arena, everyone felt a strong demonic energy.

Look at those few dancers with coquettish faces, flat chested and topless, with slightly protruding throats, how can they be women?It was clearly a man pretending to be a woman!

Someone excitedly said: "Your Highness, these dancers...could they all be..."

When it comes to eating, drinking and having fun, the Fifth Mausoleum is a good player, and he couldn't help but beam with joy when he heard the words: "That's right, these slaves are all succubi that His Highness has found from various places, and they are all the best half-human, half-demon, how about it? Is it worthy of your precious eyes?"

All the young masters present are able to make friends with this dandy, Fifth Ling, and they are all fun-loving people. When they heard this, their eyes lit up, and they stared intently at the few stunning dancers in the field.

"The second prince is really a good trick! I heard that the succubus clan was hit hard by Tianqi's army before, and there are not many left. Half-human and half-demon are hard to buy. How many people have no chance to see them in this life. It's a stunning sight in His Highness's residence."

A young man in a blue dress sighed, staring at the dancing men with intense interest in his eyes.

"The people of the demon clan are lowly, and they kill them when they see them, but the succubus is sought after by others. In the past, I only sneered at this matter. Now it seems that there is no reason..."

The dancers who danced under the moonlight were unparalleled in appearance and seductive, and their frowns and smiles were all coquettish. A look could win the hearts of everyone present, and they were not called succubus.

Such a charming person, women are rare, let alone men?It is really a rare gem.

The man in blue couldn't help sighing, and the others echoed his words, with obsession in their eyes.

Seeing this, the fifth mausoleum was satisfied with the vanity and showing off in his heart, his brows and eyes were full of smiles, and his bright pupils became even more dazzling.

But he still remembered his purpose.

Ever since the reputation of the qin slaves spread from the Prince's Palace, the Fifth Mausoleum spared no expense in recruiting beautiful succubi from all over Tianqi to bring them back.

Although the succubus is not easy to get, it is not impossible to find it. The difficulty is to tame the succubus.

Just because the succubus is extremely clumsy by nature, it is extremely difficult to train them, let alone let them dance a stunning moon dance?

The Fifth Tomb spent a lot of effort to train these slaves, and there were not a few succubi who were tortured to death in the middle of the training.

The few remaining are the fine products he selected carefully, so they can naturally amaze these people.

With this in mind, Fifth Ling glanced triumphantly at the black-robed man sitting beside him.

What about a harp slave?He also has tens of thousands of dance slaves comparable to him!

However, upon seeing this, Fifth Ling's complexion couldn't help but change again.

I saw that Qingluan was lowering his head and coaxing the little slave in his arms, he didn't even care about this good show specially prepared for him!

The fifth mausoleum was so angry that his face turned green and white, held back his anger, forced a sneer, and said: "The dance that His Highness specially prepared for the prince, the prince didn't even look at it, could it be that these lowly slaves can't enter the prince?" Your Highness's eyes?"

Without raising her head, Qingluan scooped up the porridge with a spoon and handed it to Ning Zhe's mouth. She curled her lips and smiled softly, "Why does rouge and vulgar powder catch your eyes?"

She didn't show the second prince any favors.

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence in the field, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Qingluan acted as if she hadn't heard of it, lowered her head, touched the long jet-black hair of the young man in her arms, and coaxed herself warmly: "Anu hasn't eaten all day, let's have a bite to pad your stomach. "

He handed the spoon to Ning Zhe's lips, with a gentle expression, which was completely different from the cold and heartless Prince Highness in the eyes of outsiders.

Everyone showed a look of surprise, but Ning Zhe didn't appreciate it, he pursed his lips tightly and didn't move.

Hearing Qingluan's words, he didn't even turn his eyes, just like a lifeless puppet.

Qingluan looked at his expression of rejecting others thousands of miles away, and his always cold heart throbbed slightly again.

...It was all his fault.

If that night, he could control himself...this kind of thing wouldn't have happened.

Anu has always been obedient and simple, if he hadn't said those words, if he hadn't personally shattered the dream he wove, Anu would have loved him wholeheartedly forever.

Qingluan never thought that things would turn out like this. He actually fell in love with his little slave, and he couldn't cut off the evil.

In the past, he always thought that he would be extremely excited when he saw Anu falling into the dust and mud, but now, Anu really fell into the quagmire as he wished, sinking into the abyss of despair, but Qingluan found that he was a little bit Not happy either.

"Anu..." Qingluan closed her eyes, stroked the young man's pale face, her voice was hoarse and low, "It's good to have something to eat, you...don't treat yourself like this... .. If you hate me, beat me and scold me..."

Ning Zhe didn't react at all, and opened a pair of empty eyes, as if looking at him, or looking at the empty night sky through Qingluan.

Qingluan's heart suddenly convulsed, as if his heart was being held by a pair of big hands, the pain was so painful that he was almost suffocating.

Qingluan endured the trembling in his body, took a deep breath, forced a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, and said patiently to Ning Zhe: "Anu doesn't like this porridge? Can you tell me what you want to eat? I I'll go and buy it for you myself."

Ning Zhe blinked.

Qingluan looked happy, thinking that he was finally going to speak, but the next moment, he saw the pale young man gently closed his eyes, as if to isolate himself from everything in the world.

The smile on Qingluan's face froze, and panic flashed across his eyes.

He quickly grabbed Ning Zhe's wrist that was hanging limply by his side and felt his pulse.

The young man's wrist was thin, white and frail, like a piece of fine white jade, shining white under the cold moonlight.

He was obviously thin and pale, but he was heartwarming for no reason.

The fifth mausoleum looked at the white wrist exposed in the air, and couldn't help laughing: "I heard that the piano slave in the arms of His Royal Highness is also a slave of half-human, half-succubus? My highness is curious, what is it?" My dear, how about letting His Majesty the crown prince of Tianqi take it so seriously, why don't you...let me enjoy it together?"

After Fifth Ling finished speaking, he gave the young man in blue a look.

Seeing this, the young man in blue laughed loudly and said: "I heard that there is a young master of Qin in the Prince's Palace. ?”

Hearing the words of the young man in blue, many people echoed.

"Not only that, the succubus is stupid by nature, but I heard that the one raised by His Highness the Crown Prince is very smart and clever. His Highness the Crown Prince is well trained, and everyone in Beijing is envious..."

"That's right, Your Highness, how about letting me open my eyes?"

Everyone was making a fuss, but Qingluan lowered her head, her pair of dark green eyes were fixed on the young man in her arms, as if she didn't hear their words.

At this moment, Qingluan's heart was tied to Ning Zhe's body, seeing him close his eyes, he was so shocked that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He was concentrating on taking Ning Zhe's pulse, so naturally he would not pay attention to the words of these insignificant people.

However, in Wuling's eyes, the reticent look made him think that he was afraid.

The fifth mausoleum's eyes revealed a ray of hope, the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled maliciously: "His Royal Highness treats people with tolerance, and he will definitely not refuse, so why not let me see the true face of this qin slave?"

Because Ning Zhe wore a large and gorgeous fox fur, and Qingluan intentionally covered his face, the snow-white fox fur almost covered his entire face.

So up to now, everyone present has not seen what this succubus, who has even bewitched the not-so-sexy Crown Prince, looks like.

After all, these people were still a little bit disapproving. They had just seen the looks of those succubi, and they were beautiful, but there was no life in those eyes, and they lost their lively beauty.

If he looked like this, he would be able to seduce this highness of the crown prince out of his wits, which is probably not the case considering the terrifying rumors about his highness in the past.

Amidst the uproar from the crowd, Qingluan finally raised his head, a pair of dark green pupils were dark and deep like a falcon, and a icy-cold dark light with murderous intent flashed slightly.

He had already checked the boy's pulse, and after confirming that the boy was just tired and fine, he had time to deal with the people who coveted his little slaves.

Anu is his, even if he dies, he can only be his ghost!

No matter who it is, don't try to snatch Anu away from him. As for those who don't know what it means to covet Anu, they should be damned!

Qingluan raised the corners of her lips and showed a kind smile: "You guys, want to see the lonely Anu?"

His eyes swept across the crowd lightly and slowly.

For some reason, the apparently calm gaze made everyone feel cold.

Everyone lowered their heads one after another, not daring to meet his gaze in fear, even Fifth Ling frowned, feeling a little chill in their hearts.

However, he has always been used to being domineering and domineering, so he stuck his neck and said bravely: "So what!? Since His Highness the Crown Prince looks down on these slaves of His Highness, why not let His Highness see what good the Prince's slaves are! "

The young man in blue also smiled and said: "Since you are a qin slave, why don't you play a piece for us, so that we can listen to the sound of nature in the rumors."

Qingluan smiled suddenly, and raised his eyes, "Let Anu play the piano for you?"

Before Wuling could speak, Qingluan's expression suddenly darkened, and a terrifying murderous intent immediately pervaded, "You are also worthy!"