I'm a killer with no emotions

Ning Zhe slightly raised his eyes to look at Qin Shen, thinking that those people might want to taste him more.

The young man has a pair of smoky long eyebrows that are as light as mountains and rivers, but they don't appear feminine. The eyebrows that are slightly raised into the temples are like mountains shrouded in smog in the rain, quiet and distant.

The jet-black pupils under the eyebrows are like clear springs, calm and unruffled, with a slight indifference.

The bridge of his nose is straight, his thin lips are pale in color, his skin glows like warm jade, glowing warmly in the sunlight, and the lines of his side face are perfectly smooth, making him appear gentle and calm.

A gentleman is like an orchid, noble and elegant.

Qin Shen, from the inside to the outside, reveals a sense of abstinence and alienation, which can make people unable to suppress the urge to move in their hearts, and take off his clothes to take a good look at his changed face.

Compared to the charming but clichéd succubus, this kind of person should be a deadly seductress.

Ning Zhe thought lightly in his heart, but said angrily: "How dare you!"

"Dare or not, the emperor will know after trying."

Qin Shen's voice was light, and he left the dense forest with Ning Zhe in his arms.

The forest was huge, Qin Shen seemed to be deliberately going around in circles, and never went out.

Ning Zhe lay on Qin Shen's shoulder, carefully observing the surrounding environment, planning the possibility of escape from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't make a fuss for a while.

He was uncharacteristically quiet now.

Qin Shen looked down, and found that his heart was still bleeding, and the snow-white fox fur inlaid with silver-rimmed moiré had been soaked, making it extremely conspicuous.

It was probably due to the blood loss that made him look so sleepy that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Qin Shen's fingertips lighted up slightly, got into the fox fur, and touched Ning Zhe's heart.

He felt Ning Zhe's body tremble slightly, and then immediately tensed up, his whole body showing a sense of defense.

Qin Shen had no intention of hurting him, and after applying a simple technique to stop the bleeding, he withdrew his hand.

The cold palm caressed the naked body inadvertently, and the touch was warm and delicate, like warm jade of excellent quality.

Ning Zhe reacted greatly, immediately shrank his body, and said viciously: "What do you want to do!? Don't touch me!"

Qin Shen paused slightly, staring at him.

The boy's tense look was quite different from his previous cold look.

The young man didn't know that when they met in the Xingxing Pavilion, Qin Shen cast a spell on him. It wasn't fatal, but it allowed Qin Shen to know what happened around him.

So Qin Shen knew everything about the few times he deliberately seduced the prince Qingluan, even the fact that Qingluan broke his body with jade power, and the secret of being relieved by the unknown guard with his fingers. .

This person can show his body in front of others without any taboo, but he even hates being touched by him.

Qin Shen's hand that was about to withdraw suddenly stopped.

Ning Zhe realized something, and was startled suddenly, "What are you going to do..."

Before he finished speaking, he snorted uncontrollably——Qin Shen's hand had already touched his body, and his slightly cool fingertips were gently teasing.

In order to keep this body alive and prevent Qin Shen from discovering his strangeness, Ning Zhe injected divine power into his body, connecting his body with his soul with secret techniques.

Therefore, Qin Shen's actions at this time are tantamount to directly touching his soul.

The soul is sensitive and fragile, most of all it can't stand the provocation, and it will soon fall.

"stop......"

Ning Zhe trembled all over, grabbed his arm tightly, gritted his teeth, and drilled a few words between his teeth: "Get lost! Disgusting!"

Qin Shen looked at his blurred eyes that were gradually obliterated by a large amount of lust, and said calmly: "You are the one who is disgusting, Your Majesty, you have already been touched by so many people, and your body is already dirty."

Ning Zhe sneered, "I just like this, so what does it have to do with you?"

Qin Shen stared at him for a while, and then said: "Since I like it, the emperor probably doesn't mind having one more minister."

His voice was still cold, but slightly hoarse.

The flushed lust on Ning Zhe's body seemed to have spread to him through the skins that were tightly pressed by the two of them.

Ning Zhe clearly saw the slightest ripples in his deep eyes.

Suppressing the unbearable emptiness in his body, Ning Zhe forced a malicious smile, and said word by word: "Anyone can, only you, it makes me sick!"

Qin Shen didn't speak this time, and looked at him silently for a long time.

The wind blows over the leaves, and blows down a scattered dead leaf, which falls on Ning Zhe.

After a while, Qin Shen let go of the burning object in his hand and withdrew his hand.

He cleaned his hands with magic, picked up the dead leaves from Ning Zhe's hair and threw them on the ground, picked him up again and left.

Ning Zhe's expression froze for a moment.

His lower body was still swollen uncomfortably, and the person who started the fire didn't care about him!

Ning Zhefa clung tightly to the young man's snow-white, wrinkle-free skirt, gritted his teeth, and survived wave after wave of unbearable lust.

At this moment, he missed 67's brutal methods.

At the last moment, Ning Zhe suddenly hugged Qin Shen's neck, bit his shoulder, and released his body twitching.

Qin Shen reached in and touched the sticky liquid.

He held it in front of Ning Zhe, rubbed his fingertips, and asked him calmly: "Your Majesty, who is disgusting now?"

Ning Zhe panted heavily, staring at him without speaking.

Qin Shen didn't say anything more, cleaned his body for him, and then set off.

The two walked on the forest path, except for the whistling wind and the sound of footsteps, the surroundings were completely silent.

In the evening, Qin Shen stopped and built a fire by the river, apparently planning to spend the night in the forest.

He put Ning Zhe by the tree and sat back. He rolled up his sleeves and walked to the river without going into the water. He just quickly shot a few silver needles threaded with thin threads with his fingertips, and caught two alive from the water. Fish come up.

Ning Zhe saw that he was handling the live fish on the side, and didn't pay attention to himself, so he closed his eyes, held his breath and concentrated, and released his divine power.

Soon, I heard a slight sound from dozens of miles away, like the sound of someone stepping on a dead branch.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes flickered slightly.

No wonder Qin Shen wanted to take him away, it turned out that someone had come.

He has been going around in circles in the forest, probably also to get rid of that person.

Qin Shen's strength is unfathomable, and he can easily release the healing spells with complicated formulas, and other spells are even easier to use.

Even in the Xingxing Pavilion, except for the high priest, Ning Zhe had never seen someone who was as proficient in spells as Qin Shen.

Since the fall of God 300 years ago, most of the secrets of Dai Yue's incantations have been lost, and his divine power has gradually declined.

Today, there are only a few people with outstanding supernatural powers in the ancient country of Dayue, and they are basically listed in the roster of the Xingxing Pavilion. Ning Zhe is sure that he has never heard of the name Qin Shen.

However, after getting along these few days, Ning Zhe found that this person's divine power was by no means inferior to his, even deeper than him.

What kind of person is it that makes Qin Shen afraid...

Ning Zhe looked at his body, which was slowly regaining strength, and then at Qin Shen, a cluster of cold flames flashed quickly in his eyes.

Perhaps, this is his chance to escape...

Qin Shen handled the two fish, threaded them on the branches, and put them by the fire to roast them.

It is obviously a vulgar movement, but he did it in a leisurely manner, but it is also extremely pleasing to the eye.

It seems that this person is not grilling fish in the forest, but painting with brush and ink in the mountains and rivers.

Ning Zhe looked at him, and suddenly said: "Where are you taking me? I have nothing now, what do you want to do when you catch me? If you are doing it for Ning Zhi, then you should kill me now to avoid future troubles. If you If it is for something else, then you are wrong.

Prime Minister, you will never get anything useful from me! "

Hearing this, Qin Shen finally raised his eyes to look at him, but gestured to the fish in his hand, and asked him: "Does the emperor eat it?"

Ning Zhe suddenly became angry, "I'm asking you something!"

Qin Shen tore off a piece of tender fish with his fingertips, picked the thorn with a silver needle, and stuffed it into Ning Zhe's mouth.

"The emperor doesn't want to stay there, so I will take you away, okay?"

Ning Zhe spat out what was in his mouth, spat hard, and said coldly: "You don't need to meddle in other people's business, who said I don't want to stay there?! The Prime Minister is too conceited!"

Qin Shen glanced at the fish that had been spit on the ground, then looked at Ning Zhe, gently stroked his fair cheek with his fingertips, and said in a very gentle voice, "Your Majesty, you are not like this in front of others."

Ning Zhe raised his lips and smiled slightly: "That's because you don't deserve me to treat you like that."

From his smile, Qin Shen saw a bit of obedience and softness, just like the boy who saved him before.

It's just that what he said was rebellious and cruel.

Qin Shen shot out suddenly, grabbed the young man's jaw, suppressed the churning emotions in his heart, and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, be good, don't provoke your ministers."

The sudden terrifying aura emanating from the young man made Ning Zhe suffocate slightly.

He has always been gentle and alienated. Even when he humiliated Ning Zhe or was resisted by Ning Zhe, his eyes were always cold and self-controlled, as if nothing could arouse the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

Ning Zhe had never seen him like this before.

The intuition that he was on the verge of life and death several times told him that this person was very dangerous.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and stared at him coldly, but stopped talking.

Qin Shen let him go, went back to the fire, put the fish beside the fire, and stood by the river with his hands behind his back.

That terrifying breath came and went quickly, and the young man turned into that handsome and gentle gentleman again, the clear river reflected the moonlight and his indifferent face, as if nothing had happened just now.

Ning Zhe snuffed out that immature escape plan in his mind.

He was sure that he alone would never escape the young man's grasp.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight fell on Ning Zhe.

The succubus' lust surged up from the bottom of her heart again, this time much stronger than before.

Ning Zhe gasped, struggled to open his eyes, and a few vague words overflowed from his mouth: "Help...help me..."

Qin Shen lightly opened those ancient and calm eyes.

The boy bent his unyielding knees, knelt on the ground full of small stones, and slowly crawled towards his feet.

He hugged Qin Shen's legs, raised his head and looked at him beggingly, murmuring indistinctly: "Help me...help me...number 67, please, please..."