I'm a killer with no emotions

The simple and elegant Changqin was presented soon.

Ning Zhe was about to step over, when his feet swayed slightly, he was unstable and almost fell.

"Anu!"

Qingluan hurried forward to help him.

Ning Zhe turned his body sideways, brushed his hand away stubbornly, staggered a few steps to the front of the Changqin, lifted up the hem of his red dress, and knelt down with difficulty while leaning on the table.

Just a few small movements had already caused a stream of blood to overflow from the corner of his mouth and flow down his jaw.

The dark red blood set off his pale complexion, which was so poignant and seductive that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

The fifth mausoleum could already hear the swallowing sound of everyone present.

He did this to humiliate Qingluan, not to make this little slave show off.

He still remembers the little slave plotting against him!

Fifth Mausoleum snorted coldly in his heart, and said indifferently: "I didn't see that all the adults can't wait anymore? What are you waiting for, let's start!"

Ning Zhe slowly raised his eyelids, and looked at the proud man with a calm face.

The fifth mausoleum touched his line of sight, and the tip of his heart trembled uncontrollably, a strange and subtle emotion suddenly spread in his heart.

Fifth Ling frowned slightly, but before he could figure out what this emotion was, he saw that the young man had already looked away lightly.

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes, stretched out ten slender and pale fingers, and lightly placed them on the strings.

[Didn't you say you can't] The voice of No. 67 suddenly sounded from the bottom of my heart, cold and low, like a gurgling cold spring flowing through my heart.

[Indeed it would not be before] Ning Zhe's voice was calm.

No. 67 hid in the tree, looked at the vermilion exquisite figure not far away, and frowned [what does it mean]

Ning Zhe shook his head, but did not respond.

He got all his memories from Qingluan, including Fuqin naturally.

Even in the Tianqi dynasty, few people know that the prince Qingluan looks rebellious, wild and cruel, but he is proficient in piano art and addicted to piano.

Qin Nu's unparalleled piano skills were taught by Qingluan himself.

It was because when he was a demon, there was a person who liked to play the piano, so he learned the piano just for that person.

But later that person betrayed him and died in his arms, Qingluan never touched the piano again.

Ning Zhe only got a little memory of him playing the piano from Qingluan, but Qingluan's piano skills have reached perfection, even this little memory is enough for Ning Zhe to pretend.

After all, the original intention of the fifth mausoleum was not for him to play the piano...

Ning Zhe lowered his head, and the corners of his lips covered by his long hair raised an inconspicuous arc, which disappeared in an instant.

Due to the angle, only No. 67 saw his veiled smile.

First let go of Chiyue, then help Fifth Ling escape, and now Qingluan is fascinated by you.

Ning Zhe, you are so deliberate here, what exactly do you want to do at this banquet...

No. 67 frowned, clenched his fists again and again, and felt a faint unease in his heart.

His host seems to have escaped his control...

Just as No. 67 was meditating, the sound of the piano suddenly sounded.

It only rang once and then suddenly stopped, dull and hoarse, which was extremely unpleasant.

There was something strange in everyone's eyes.

Under the cold and biting moonlight, the young man in vermilion clothes was kneeling in the white snow, his face was pale, his fingertips were dripping with blood, he was so weak that he was about to die at any moment.

Fifth Ling suddenly laughed.

"Why didn't you play it? It disturbed all the adults present, how many lives do you have to atone for your sin?"

Ning Zhe lowered his head, his fingertips trembling violently.

His ten fingers were cut with countless bloody cuts by the invisible sharp blade, and blood was dripping continuously.

The blood droplets splashed on the strings and were absorbed in an instant.

There was a faint crimson color on the strings.

"This is... the Fumoqin!"

Someone yelled in surprise.

"That's it, no wonder..."

"The Fumoqin feeds on the blood of the demon race, and no demon has ever been able to escape the torture of the Fumoqin.

"If that's the case, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to hear the sound of the piano today..."

"What's so good about it? A succubus is a succubus, no matter how beautiful it is, it's still not my species. His Royal Highness should wake up today!"

Hearing everyone's discussion, Fifth Ling squinted his eyes, but smiled and said nothing.

Only after absorbing enough demon blood can the piano of subduing demons be able to play the world's best music.

Since he intends to make Qingluan lose face, how can he hold back his little slave?

Qin slave, Qin slave, don't resent my Highness, who told you that you are Qingluan's person, Qingluan's fault, you will pay for him one or two...

The fifth mausoleum looked at the helpless young man kneeling in the white snow, and sneered, "This is what you said to play, Qin slave, it's too late to regret it now!"

"Fifth Tomb! You are courting death!" Qingluan's expression turned cold, and the strong wind in his sleeve suddenly roared out, attacking Fifth Tomb fiercely.

The fifth mausoleum didn't even move, and several black-clothed guards suddenly appeared all around, and together they blocked this powerful attack.

"His Royal Highness! You really want to put your own brother to death for a succubus! Where did you put Tianqi Wangfa!?"

Fifth Ling raised his voice and shouted sharply, his expression extremely solemn.

"So what if I kill you here!" Qingluan stared at him coldly, as if looking at a dead person, "Fifth Ling, do you really think Gu dare not do anything to you! ?”

"Of course you don't dare! Qingluan, if you kill my highness today, there will be countless Tianqi people turning against me tomorrow! Don't forget, my highness is the legitimate Tianqi royal family! And you are just the queen Bastards who make peace with others!"

Fifth Ling laughed loudly, turned to Ning Zhe and said, "Qin Nu, don't you want to protect your master? What are you waiting for!"

Ning Zhe slowly raised his head and glanced at him blankly, the pain had already blurred his consciousness.

After Fu Moqin absorbed his blood, it formed a strong wind wall around him, greedily taking this weak demon clan as its own, sucking his blood at will, and not allowing anyone to step in.

Qingluan took a step forward, with pleading eyes in his eyes: "Anu...come here, Gu will protect you...Anu, don't do this...don't treat me like this Own......"

Qingluan bowed her waist slightly, covered her chest, and forced out a hoarse voice from her throat: "I'm here...in my heart, it hurts!"

It hurts, even breathing, it's like a knife is stabbing in the lungs.

Qingluan looked at the boy beggingly.

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on the boy.

If today he was afraid of pain and returned to Qingluan to be protected by him, then tomorrow, Qingluan's reputation would be greatly damaged.

If he played the qin today, with the power of the magic qin, he would be injured or killed, and even his soul would be scattered.

Everyone was looking at this frail demon boy with different eyesight.

Ning Zhe bit the tip of his tongue until it bled, so he stayed awake and put his hands on the strings again.

As soon as it was put on, the Fumoqin made a "clang" sound, and pieces of wind blades were drawn out, cutting through Ning Zhe's fragile skin.

Immediately, blood was dripping, and it was hard to tell whether it was the red clothes or the blood.

[Don't play!you will die! 】

No. 67 warned him coldly [Go back to Qingluan, he has already given up his heart to you now, and will not let you have any more accidents, Ning Zhe, your goal has been achieved]

[Desperate...] Ning Zhe glanced at the man standing in the snow with a painful expression, and smiled faintly in his heart.

【No. 67, are you lying to me so that I can give up my plan? 】

No. 67 narrowed his eyes【You don't believe me? 】

Ning Zhe smiled lightly, but didn't speak.

Qingluan will never give up on him, he just fell into the net he wove, thinking that he was in love.

The things that are at your fingertips are never the best. Only when you can't get them, will you miss them for a lifetime.

Ning Zhe thought lightly, lowered his head, and moved his fingertips.

As soon as it is played, it is a cheerful tune.

In front of everyone's eyes, a pure and innocent young man with a clear smile appeared, dressed in fiery red clothes, dancing in the snow, looking forward to the sky, so beautiful.

He is dancing for the one he loves.

Every time he took a step, his feet hurt like a knife gouged out.

But he doesn't care, as long as he can make the one he loves look good, he is willing to grit his teeth and endure all the pain.

The young man's gaze followed that person, his eyes seemed to be filled with bright stars.

But then, the high-pitched piano sound suddenly dropped!

The tune played suddenly became low and mournful.

Like weeping like complaining, like complaining like admiration, the sound is tearful.

The dancing boy in front of everyone's feet suddenly became empty, and he knelt powerlessly on the snow.

The person he loved cut off his dancing legs with his own hands, and left without mercy.

The young man stared blankly at his back, the shining stars in his eyes gradually fell one after another.

He put that person in his heart, but that person stabbed him in the heart, dripping with blood.

A cavity of joy, after all, is wrongly paid to others.

The sound of the piano gradually decreased, as if someone was whimpering softly.

The dancing young man in red closed his eyes, his body was turned into ashes, and was buried piece by piece in the heavy snow.

The sound of the piano turned into mournful and melodious threads of love, entangled the hearts of everyone at the banquet round after round, making people breathless with heavy sorrow.

Before the sound of the piano stopped, Ning Zhe suddenly vomited a big mouthful of blood, his body shook, and his face was so pale that he didn't look like a living person.

Number 67's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately shouted 【Stop!Stop playing! 】

Ning Zhe didn't listen to him, and his fingertips were still flying quickly on the strings.

"Don't play it... Anu, please be obedient! Be obedient...don't play it!"

Qingluan's voice suddenly rose, and he let out a heart-piercing growl, his voice was extremely painful.

Blood gushed out from the corner of Ning Zhe's mouth, his body was cut to pieces by wind blades, but he was still stroking the piano.

"His Royal Highness..." He slightly raised his lips, smiling purely and innocently, "Didn't you like listening to Anu playing music with the magic harp...why don't you like it now? gone?"

Qingluan stared at him blankly, as if he couldn't believe it.

"A... Anu..."

Ning Zhe's vermilion shirt was torn apart inch by inch.

Blood began to flow out of his beautiful and dead eyes, like weeping blood.

The flesh and blood on his originally light white and delicate fingers were chopped into pieces, and the flesh and blood flew all over the place.

He seemed to want to turn himself into a boy in the sound of the piano, burn the last inch of life, and be wiped out.

"His Royal Highness," Ning Zhe's red lips slowly evoked a slight smile, and turned to look at Qingluan, "I don't owe you anything anymore."

"I do not love you anymore."