I'm a killer with no emotions

In the 60th year of Yong'an, armies of demons sprung up from all over the place like mushrooms after rain.

In less than two hours, all the prefectures and counties of Tianqi were under the control of the magic army.

A large number of emperor's personal guards in the palace had no power to fight back under the crush of the demon army. All the courtiers who resisted were killed on the spot, and all the forces related to Emperor Yong'an and the second prince were eradicated. The former glorious and sacred palace immediately became Purgatory on earth.

The whereabouts of the second prince and Emperor Yong'an were unknown, and the entire Tianqi Dynasty was quickly controlled by the demon army.

In the early morning of the next day, the new master of the Tianqi Dynasty finally showed his true face in front of all the officials.

——Surprisingly, it is Tianqi's prince, Qingluan, whose blood is impure, vicious and vicious.

The unruly and handsome man in a black robe sits casually, only the emperor can sit on the dragon chair, and raises his eyebrows to look at the young man who looks exactly like Qin Nu, his dark green pupils are like poison, with a gloomy coldness playful color.

"After all, who sent you to seduce the lonely?"

"Your Highness, Your Highness, spare me! Slave... I was there as soon as I woke up, and I don't know anything..."

The boy was tied up and knelt on the ground, tears filled his tender and affectionate eyes, and the pear blossoms on his pretty and charming face were so weak and pitiful that people couldn't help but feel distressed.

Qingluan stared at his face that was exactly the same as Qin Nu's, admiring it with great interest for a long time.

When the young man thought he was saved, Qingluan hooked his thin and sharp lips, showing a cruel smile.

"Since you don't know anything, it's useless."

The wide-sleeved gown with complicated and mysterious patterns was slightly blown by the wind, and a thin wind blade flew out of his sleeve, and struck straight at the young man's face.

The wind blade spun at extreme speed to goug out pieces of flesh and blood.

But in an instant, the boy's stunning face was bloody and bloody, and even his eyes were poked blind, and he could no longer see half of Qin Nu's appearance.

The young man covered his face in horror, fell to the ground and howled, "Why... Your Highness! Why!"

"Drag it on and throw it to the group of demons. Aren't they hungry recently?"

Qingluan gave an order with a blank expression, walked away with a flick of his sleeves, and walked towards the Hall of Stars.

The Hall of Stars is now in ruins, and the original gorgeous appearance cannot be seen.

Qingluan stood and watched for a while, then suddenly his figure turned into a puff of black mist and disappeared in mid-air.

But in an instant, he appeared in Dingbei Palace without alarming anyone.

The cold and silent water prison is undoubtedly the best place to preserve the corpse.

On the small island in the middle of the cold pool lay a cold jade coffin quietly.

The icy mist lingered on the coffin, and a beautiful flower and plant grew under the coffin, emitting a faint blue light in the darkness.

It is as delicate and noble as the boy in the coffin.

That quiet and well-behaved face faintly imprinted in Qingluan's eyes through the frozen cold jade coffin.

Suddenly, Qingluan thought he saw Anu.

They were obviously two completely different faces, but they slowly overlapped in his eyes.

Qingluan stretched out her hand in a daze, and caressed the cold jade coffin between her fingers, "Little emperor, tell Gu that he is not you... right?"

The boy couldn't respond to him.

……

Ning Zhe was completely naked, with a huge black shackle on his right ankle, and was locked alone in an empty stone prison.

It was dark in the stone prison, only a small window on the high wall could reflect a little light, letting him know that it was night.

The blood on his body has been cleaned, but there is still a huge and hideous wound on his heart, which is turning out of flesh and blood, and its shape is extremely terrifying.

Ning Zhe lowered his head, and he could even faintly see the pierced heart in the wound, but it was completely dry there, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

This body is indeed dead.

Ning Zhe killed himself, cutting off the half of the soul connected to No. 67, and was able to get rid of him.

Now this body is completely relying on him to forcibly drive it at the cost of his soul.

When there is no way to escape, you can gain strength by sacrificing part of the spirit, this is what No. 67 mentioned to him casually.

No. 67 was just to teach him to save his life, and he didn't take this sentence to heart.

Ning Zhe remembered these words clearly in his heart.

Since being stuffed into Qin Nu's body by No. 67, his divine power has been greatly suppressed due to the restraint of blood, and only this method can help him.

No. 67 must never have imagined that the method he taught himself to save his life was used by him to escape.

The corners of Ning Zhe's lips curled up slightly, as if seeing No. 67's distraught appearance.

He gently curled up his body, closed his eyes, and tried to keep as still as possible, so as to preserve his little soul.

Probably no one would have thought that Ning Zhe is now a real "walking dead" and will never feel pain again.

After an unknown amount of time, Shimen made a heavy muffled sound and was pushed away from the outside.

A strong ray of light pierced in, dazzlingly bright.

Ning Zhe didn't open his eyes until someone walked up to him with very light steps and gently touched his face with a cold finger.

The piercing evil spirit made Ning fold his eyebrows slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings trying to break free from its restraint.

"The emperor is awake."

A young man with a slender figure like bamboo and an unparalleled face stood in front of him, condescendingly looking down at Ning Zhe, with a gentle and gentle expression on his face.

When he said these words, there was an ominous blood-colored light between his fingers, and he stroked gently.

As soon as Ning Zhefu opened his eyes, he saw a finger inserted into the bloody wound on his heart, and it was turning gently.

Ning Zhe raised his eyes and glanced at the young man.

He seemed to be observing his reaction, his eyes were clearer and calmer, and there was no expression.

Ning Zhe felt that he should express it.

But he didn't know what the youth wanted to see.

Huo Chen likes him in pain, Ning Yan likes him being humiliated, No. 67 likes him crying, and Qingluan likes him covered in blood.

Ning Zhe stared at the gentle and restrained young man, thought about it calmly, and resorted to his trump card.

In Qin Shen's eyes, it was the young man who blinked in confusion at first, and then felt the severe pain, big and big teardrops gushed out of his eyes in an instant, and wept silently, with a forbearing and painful expression.

Qin Shen bent his phalanges, stirring slowly in the young man's wound.

Following his movements, the boy's breathing became heavier and his expression became more and more painful.

In order not to let himself make a sound, he clenched his fist tightly, bit his lower lip hard, and swallowed the scream that was about to blurt out into his stomach.

Because of the unbearable pain, the boy's whole body was throbbing with bright and ferocious veins, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, he was in extreme embarrassment.

But even so, his head never lowered to him.

For so many years, Qin Shen has seen him bowing his knees in front of Ning Yan, and also seeing him trembling under Huo Chen's hands. Even Qingluan can make him willing to give up his dignity to cater to him.

He has seen all the unbearable appearances of this person, but this person still insists on these unnecessary arrogance in front of him.

But if he wasn't so stubborn, he wouldn't be worthy of being called Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe Ning Zhe is not the same as Ning Zhe.

Qin Shen looked at the young man's extremely pale and weak appearance, gently pulled out his blood-stained finger, wiped it clean with a handkerchief, and walked out of the stone prison slowly.

The stone gate was closed heavily, blocking out all light.

Ning Zhe was leaning against the wall, his eyelids half drooped, he breathed in more air and released less air, looking as if he was dying.

He was right, the young man did not get angry.

But Ning Zhe still didn't dare to relax.

Although the man left, his divine power still enveloped the entire stone prison. Ning Zhe had to suspect that he was doing it to spy on him.

It was not until a quarter of an hour later that the youth's divine power was withdrawn.

Ning Zhe's expression relaxed, and he quickly returned to a dead face.

Making facial expressions is really a waste of soul, and if this continues, even if the young man doesn't do anything to him, he will exhaust his soul power and die first.

He has to escape.

I don't know what the young man wanted to do when he was arrested.

Ning Zhe knew that this person was the new prime minister promoted by Ning Zhi after he ascended the throne. He should be Ning Zhi's confidant.

He only met this person once in the Zodiac Pavilion.

At that time, he was about to kill Ning Yan, but Ning Zhe rushed out to block the attack, making his plan come to nothing.

Could it be that he hated him because of this?

Ning Zhe couldn't figure it out for a while, so he stopped thinking about it. No matter what, it was imperative to escape, otherwise he would be caught by No. 67.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, thinking about the plan lightly, while pursing his lips, showing a resolute and unyielding look.

Qin Shen stood outside the stone prison, quietly looking at the prison door, there was silence in his dark eyes.

Generally speaking, when a person is tortured, he tends to reveal his vulnerable side when he is alone.

As expected, Qin Shen didn't see the boy begging for mercy or showing a sad expression.

He is still the same as that time, although those things have been forgotten by him.

Qin Shen withdrew his divine power, took light steps, and left the stone prison.

Ning Zhe thought that after he left, he would come back in a few days. After all, the Demon Race's body is strong, and it can last for a long time even without eating or drinking.

Of course, he is a dead man now, it is better not to eat or drink.

Eating and drinking is a burden for him. In that case, he not only needs to worry about maintaining the illusion of being alive on the surface of the body, but also consumes his soul to remove the food in his body to prevent them from rotting and smelling in his body.

Fortunately, the young man didn't care what he meant.

Ning Zhe just had this thought in his mind, when he saw the stone door was opened again.

During the day, the young man in the white moon cloud pattern shirt stood at the prison door, holding a bowl of steaming meat porridge in his hand.

Ning Zhe's pupils dilated slightly, he swallowed subconsciously, and couldn't help but want to step back.

The young man took a step forward, and said calmly: "The emperor didn't eat in the morning, he must be hungry."

Ning Zhe stared at the bowl of porridge, and said no, he was not hungry at all.

Qin Shen saw the tense appearance of his whole body, and thought that he was very hungry, but he was stubborn and refused to bow his head.

Qin Shen's eyes flickered slightly, and he took back the steps he had already taken.

He put the porridge bowl on the dirty ground under his feet, and said to Ning Zhe: "Your Majesty, if you want to eat, just crawl over on your knees."