I'm a killer with no emotions

Qingluan stared at the young man who was badly injured by the Fumoqin, and his breathing became a little rough and rapid.

He should have been heartbroken and gutted.

His heart was indeed so heavy that it was almost suffocating, and he was so remorseful and guilty that he wanted to kill himself.

However, apart from that, his eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of strange excitement——

In the pure white snow that covered the sky, the young man who was swallowed inch by inch by the dark red blood was like a twig blooming in hell...how beautiful!

He was born as a seductive demon, and his looks are enough to make the world fall in love with him and go crazy for him!

However, this beautiful young man belongs to him...is his property...

Qingluan's heart was splashed with a pot of boiling water, and it was boiling hot. With a fierce and domineering look of plunder and madness in his eyes, he stared at Ning Zhe.

"Anu... Anu..."

He couldn't help it, stepped forward step by step, walked up to Ning Zhe, smashed the bloody Fumoqin with one palm, and roughly pulled Ning Zhe up. He hugged him.

"Anu...don't play it, go back to the palace with Gu...when you get back to the palace, you can play it however you want..."

His pupils gradually tightened into a sharp straight line, a strange and sickly smile appeared on his handsome face, but his mouth was still full of apology and tenderness: "Gu is wrong, Gu really knows his mistake, Anu will forgive Gu This time it's good..."

His disguise was so deceiving, even himself.

Everyone looked at this scene and sighed unceasingly, thinking that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had completely failed this time.

However, only Ning Zhe could hear the excitement in his voice that couldn't be hidden no matter what.

【No. 67, is this what you said so desperately? 】The mocking smile on the corner of Ning Zhe's lips flickered away.

No. 67 hid among the trees, and fell silent upon hearing this.

The emotion of "evil" is called evil because evil thoughts can be reborn at any time, and the nature is forever hard to get rid of.

He didn't intend to deceive Ning Zhe, but this time he was careless and underestimated Qingluan.

Looking at the young man who was imprisoned in the arms of a man, unable to break free no matter what, Road No. 67 [Qingluan... really loves you]

[Perhaps] Ning Zhe's dark eyes are clear and calm, and his plain eyes seem to be able to break through all the obscurations of the mundane [It's just that this love of his can't match the desire to destroy in his heart]

As Ning Zhe said, a pair of bloody arms gently lifted up and hugged Qingluan.

Number 67 was about to speak, when suddenly his gaze froze, and he looked straight behind Qingluan.

There, a phantom is quietly appearing.

The Second Prince's Palace Banquet... Red Axe...

"I want you to assassinate Qingluan at the second prince's palace banquet."

——This sentence, which had been forgotten, suddenly surfaced in the bottom of Lu's heart.

No. 67 suddenly had a very strong premonition of danger in his heart, and his voice trembled [Ning Zhe...don't, stop quickly...what are you trying to do...]

Ning Zhe's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and his bright red lips were slightly raised.

【Love can't match desire, it's nothing more than not loving deeply enough.But on the 67th, love is like fine wine, the more it is brewed, the stronger it will be]

【What's the meaning......】

【No. 67, why are you so stupid】

Ning Zhe laughed softly from the bottom of his heart, his voice was soft and harmless [meaning, if I survive today, I will always be just Qingluan's playful pet, let him play with you]

[However...] Ning Zhexiao rolled his eyes [If I die for him at this time, it will become an obsession that he will never forget and cannot get, and it will be deeply imprinted in his heart and cannot be erased] , cannot be scratched]

No. 67's pupils constricted sharply, and the voice was unbelievable 【Do you want to...】

But his energy is no longer enough to support Ning Zhe's rebirth... Ning Zhe will really die!

[No... stop!stop!Ning Zhe!Don't you want to look for Ning Xuan?Don't you want to remove obstacles for Ningyan? ?You have already done it, why are you willing to die like this! ? 】

A look of helplessness flashed in Ning Zhe's eyes, and his voice was soft and authentic [No. 67, I said, I'm not for Ning Yan...]

It was at this moment that Chiyue suddenly appeared, and before everyone could react, the dagger in his hand flashed with a sharp cold light, and stabbed fiercely into Qingluan's heart!

At the critical moment, Ning Zhe stood on tiptoe, hugged Qingluan's neck tightly, and switched positions with him with a slight movement of his feet.

"...Anu?"

Seeing him hugging her, Qingluan curled her lips and wanted to laugh, but seeing him changing positions while hugging her, she couldn't help being a little puzzled.

When Ning Zhe was hugging him, he had cast magic on him, shielding his five senses, so he didn't know anything.

No. 67 roared with rage [No!stop!stop! ! 】

He looked terrified, stood up suddenly, and rushed towards Ning Zhe recklessly, at an extremely fast speed, he flashed to Ning Zhe's side almost instantly!

But it's too late, number 67.

No one knows your weaknesses better than I do.

The smile on the corners of Ning Zhe's lips gradually widened, and a faint blue cold flame flashed away from his fingertips.

No. 67 was controlled by his spirit, his movements stopped immediately, and his expression twisted slightly.

[No. 67, goodbye.From now on, I will never have to be in pain again...]

Ning Zhe pursed his lips quietly, smiled at him, and gently closed his eyes.

——"噗嗤".

It was the dull sound of daggers tearing clothes and piercing flesh.

The young man raised his fragile and graceful neck high, and the corners of his lips were dripping with blood.

The bright red blood blossomed in his heart one after another, splashing like raindrops on Qingluan's face.

The maddened excitement in Qingluan's eyes froze for a moment, she turned her pupils in a daze, and looked down at the boy in her arms, "A...slave?"

Ning Zhe's face was pale, and the corners of his lips curled up towards him with difficulty, his pale and thin fingers were clutching the hem of his clothes, his body limply slid to the ground, and he closed his eyes completely.

No. 67's expression was blank for a moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he roared sadly: "Ning Zhe!"