I'm a killer with no emotions

While speaking, his breath sprayed all over Ning Zhe's ears, like needlepoints, mercilessly pierce Ning Zhe's skin and penetrate into the flesh and blood.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, those cat-sized eyes were empty and lifeless, mixed with the mottled tears on his small face, it was very pitiful.

Ning Yan turned his eyes to see his appearance, his eyes suddenly darkened, and a familiar feeling rose in his heart for no reason, as if some memories that had been deeply rooted in his bones were about to emerge from his mind.

However, Yun Lan on the couch suddenly let out a painful cry at this moment.

Ning Yan suddenly came back to his senses, and the strange emotion in his heart dissipated instantly.

Looking at the little emperor again, he still had that annoying and weak appearance.

Ning Yan frowned, and ruthlessly ordered someone to drag him down and lock him up again.

Yun Lan called him weakly: "My lord..."

Ning Yan walked to the couch and saw him clutching his heart, curled up in pain, with an expression of forbearance.

Ning Yan quickly walked over and hugged him in his arms, stroking his back and asking: "What's wrong, my heart hurts again?"

Yunlan's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, her face was pale, and she nodded weakly in his arms.

He was arrested by Ning Zhe, not only was he tortured by Ling Chi, but also had his heart gouged out by Ning Zhe. If he hadn't been raised by Tianqi witchcraft, he would have lost his life long ago.

Ning Yan touched his delicate and beautiful cheeks, and said softly: "Lan'er bear with it, I will definitely cure you."

Yunlan nodded obediently, "Lan'er believes in the prince."

Ning Yan gently patted his head, feeling sorry for his sensibility, and became increasingly displeased with Ning Zhe.

But he didn't see that half of Yun Lan's handsome face buried in his arms was twitching and twisting strangely, as if something was wriggling underneath, looking extremely terrifying.

Yun Lan gritted her teeth and endured the pain, a pair of beautiful clear eyes stared at Ning Zhe's back, her eyes were full of vicious resentment, far from the well-behaved and pure Lan'er in Ning Yan's heart.

Ning Zhe had already been brought to the door, but he suddenly looked back.

This glance coincided with Yun Lan's resentful gaze.

Yun Lan shrank into Ning Yan's arms affectionately, looked at Ning Zhe, and pursed her lips proudly.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, his dark eyes were emotionless.

He was quickly taken down, put back into the water dungeon, and hung in mid-air.

The chains pulled the flesh and blood, and the severe pain continued to invade the body. In addition to the excessive blood loss just now, Ning Zhe quickly lost consciousness and passed out.

When he woke up again, it was already dark.

Pale and cold moonlight came in through the windows on the high wall, shining the surface of the pool sparkling.

There was a palpitating silence in the water dungeon.

The sound of water ticking in the corner gradually mixed with the blood dripping from Ning Zhe's wrist, drop by drop, as if hitting the heart.

Ning Zhe opened his black eyes, licked his dry and cracked lips, and swallowed a drop of blood into his mouth.

He raised his eyelids with difficulty, followed the beam of moonlight beside him, and saw the not-so-big window on the high wall.

When No. 67 saw his gaze, he already guessed what he wanted to do, but he still asked [what are you going to do]

Ning Zhe didn't speak, but tried to move his shoulders.

The chain rattled, pulling the flesh and blood in his body, and the bright red blood gushed out first, soaking the white clothes on his body.

[This is black iron, it cannot be broken]

Ning Zhe didn't answer, but frowned tightly, biting his pale and bloodless lips.

Number 67 suddenly shouted [No!stop! 】

Ning Zhe didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and he used his kung fu to tear off half of his shoulder bone. The chain sank deep into the flesh and blood, and was quickly torn out of his body, splashing a spray of blood.

【……Hold! 】No. 67 cursed in a low voice.