I'm a killer with no emotions

The small stones on the ground were sharp and hard, scratching the boy's fragile knees to a bloody mess.

But he couldn't feel the pain at all, he knelt down at Qin Shen's feet, hugged his calf tightly and kept rubbing, hoping to get some coolness from him.

The lust came violently and violently, a hundred times stronger than before.

Ning Zhe's soul was weak, and he was caught off guard and quickly lost the last line of defense, and his remaining wits were also swallowed up.

Qin Shen looked at him coldly, without saying a word from the beginning to the end, as if the young man's beautiful body did not arouse his interest at all.

No one saw that there was a blood-colored tulip looming in the bottom of his eyes, carrying an aura of depression and destruction.

Ning Zhe grabbed his hem and slowly climbed up, wrapped around Qin Shen's body like a boneless snake, pressed his cheek against his chest, and said vaguely: "Hot..."

Qin Shen slightly lowered his head, looking down at the confused young man.

He has discarded all his shame and dignity at this moment, as long as he can be relieved, he will willingly lie under anyone to beg for sex.

Perhaps he has always acted like this in front of Qingluan and Ningyan.

Qin Shen caressed the young man's embarrassed face soaked in tears, and thought of the cold-blooded, ruthless, proud and dignified appearance of the young man in front of him.

When the young man was the emperor's substitute, he was like a puppet without emotion. Anyone who threatened him would be mercilessly wiped out by him.

Including Qin Shen who accidentally broke his secret.

Qin Shen almost died at the youth's hands.

Everyone thought that he would hate him, but in fact, he loved the boy at that time very much.

But the boy can't remember anything.

He became humble, cowardly, and without dignity rolled under men.

Ning Zhe raised his head and stretched out his hand helplessly towards him, with a low sob in his throat.

Those dark and beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, blurred and hazy, so fragile that a desire to ruthlessly humiliate and ravage him could not help but surge up in the bottom of my heart.

Qin Shen picked him up and wrapped him in the wide fox fur. His fingertips lit up with light blue soft light, carrying a slight coolness, pouring into Ning Zhe's body.

He was treating Ning Zhe, but Ning Zhe was already confused at this time, subconsciously thinking that the person holding him was the number 67 who liked to torture him.

He went to grab the hand, but was opened by the owner of the hand.

Ning Zhe cried aloud: "Help me... Please, please..."

Qin Shen's brows and eyes were light: "Didn't the emperor say that I don't deserve to touch you because I'm humble and disgusting? If that's the case, why should I beg my minister?"

"I was wrong... I was wrong, I shouldn't have run away... Woo..."

Ning Zhe stood on tiptoe and hugged his neck, his body trembled and sobbed in pain.

Qin Shen stared at him for a while, and finally reached out to him.

……

Ning Zhe's body suddenly trembled uneasily.Both hands tightly grasped Qin Shen's clothes, as if extremely frightened.

Qin Shen paused.

He remembered clearly that when Ning Zhe was broken by Qingluan, his reaction was quite violent, almost hysterically resisting such a thing.

Looking at the young man who was frowning, he gave up that plan and was about to withdraw his hand.

Just at this moment, Ning Zhe suddenly cried and snorted, and uttered a soft address: "Don't let go...No. 67..."

Qin Shen's movements suddenly stopped.

Ning Zhe didn't notice it, his two little hands were dishonestly touching him.

Qin Shen held his wrist and asked softly, "Your Majesty, who are you calling?"

Ning Zhe opened his eyes in a daze, opened his lips slightly, and looked at him in bewilderment.

His two eye sockets were already red from the heat, and at this moment he looked like a little white rabbit with two soft long ears picked up by someone, and he had no power to resist.

Qin Shen pinched his chin, forcing his eyes to look directly at him, and asked calmly, "Your Majesty, who is this minister?"

Until now, his voice is still clear and gentle, like a clear spring in the mountains, flowing peacefully and slowly under the moonlight.

"6..." Ning Zhe's breathing became chaotic for a moment, his eyes were absent-minded, and he unconsciously spit out half a word, "6..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Ning Zhe suddenly recovered a sliver of clarity in his mind, and closed his mouth in time.

"Who?" Qin Shen asked him.

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered slightly, and his breathing became chaotic for a moment.

He immediately forcibly mobilized his divine power, secretly tore open the wound in his heart that was about to heal, forced himself to squirt blood, and immediately disconnected his body from his soul.

As soon as the power of the soul that has been nourishing and healing is cut off, the temperature of this body immediately freezes, and the pulse and breathing disappear instantly.

Ning Zhe's soul was wounded and passed out.

Qin Shen witnessed with his own eyes that the person in his arms changed from being alive and kicking to a cold corpse.

But his expression is still so calm that there is no wave, and his calm and restraint is almost terrifying.

He caressed Ningzhe's pale cheek, and a bloody pupil suddenly bloomed in one pupil, which was dark and terrifying.

"Your Majesty, do you think you'll be fine if you die..."

On the other side of the forest, Ning Yan suddenly felt the fluctuation of divine power.

When he entered the stone prison, there was no one there.

He led people to follow the clues all the way, but it seemed that he was disturbed by someone, and he couldn't find the trace.

The thirteen guards of Dingbei forged martial arts with divine power, all of them were masters of martial arts, so naturally they also discovered this unusual crazy and destructive aura.

"My lord, it seems that our whereabouts have been induced by someone."

Ning Yan's expression was cold and gloomy, his eyes almost frosted like cold pools.

"Call everyone into the city to encircle and chase after me!"

"As ordered!"

......

Ning Zhe woke up again and had already left the dense forest.

This is a strange room.

Ink green brocade quilt, smoky green gauze bed curtain, agarwood wooden couch, orchid carved on the small window, and sandalwood floating in the room with the breeze.

Ning Zhe lowered his head and realized that he had put on a snow-white satin jacket at some point.

A ring of dark silver bamboo leaves was embroidered on the sleeves, which immediately set off the simple and unpretentious inner garment with a sense of quaintness.

Ning Zhe raised his sleeve, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed.

A cool scent of ink came out from the sleeves lightly.

——This is the smell of Qin Shen.

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes moved slightly, he stretched out his hand to open the skirt of his clothes, and looked at his chest.

The hideous wound stabbed by the red axe had completely disappeared, leaving only a dark blue tattoo on his chest.

The wound was extremely deep, and even though Ning Zhe had the divine pulse of immortality and had the effect of bringing the soul back to life, it still took a long time for the wound to close.

But I don't know what Qin Shen did to make him completely recovered.

As for the tattoo, it was worn on this body itself, and the words Ning Zhe engraved on it didn't know him, so he never noticed it.

But today, the color of this tattoo seems to be slightly lighter.

Ning folded up his upper skirt, but couldn't find his coat and boots, so he got off the bed with bare feet and pushed open the door.

There is a long corridor outside the room, people come and go, there is a faint commotion downstairs, the voices are full of people, it makes people feel like they are in a busy city.

If the room is a paradise, outside the room is the world of mortals, a door, as if separated by two worlds.

Ning Zhe glanced into the room, then supported the pillars, and walked downstairs slowly.

This body has no external injuries, but it is still very weak. If there is no Ning Zhe's soul, it is just a dead body.

Ning Zhe didn't know how Qin Shen woke up the corpse.

But since he can do it, does that mean that he already knows his secret?

While thinking about it, Ning Zhe walked down the stairs slowly, only to realize that this place is actually an inn.

In the spacious lobby, there are countless noble children chatting loudly, and the younger ones shuttle back and forth between the tables, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Just when the door to seal the demons was opened, the little emperor with divine veins in the ancient country of Da Yue died. Who in this world doesn't know that the gods and demons can restrain each other? If you say that there is nothing tricky about it, I wouldn't believe it even if you were killed!" A well-built young man sat at the desk and talked freely.

Someone next to him retorted: "Are you saying this because you doubt Tianqi? But when did our Tianqi dynasty indulge the demons! You probably don't know how many people died in the battle to defeat demons ten years ago! Today Prince Qingluan hated the demons extremely, and he was the one who led the army to destroy the lair of the demons in one fell swoop, how could he deliberately kill the Emperor Dayue and reopen the door to seal the demons!?"

The rich young man sneered, and two slightly ferocious horizontal lines appeared on the face of the fat mantou, "Oh, my dear friend, I'm afraid you forgot that Prince Qingluan, whom you speak of as jealous, was in the second prince's house a few days ago. At the family banquet, he injured his own brother and countless pillars of Dai Viet for a succubus!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence in the lobby.

All the people present were of high status, and everyone had heard about Prince Qingluan's anger over his favor.

It is rumored that this succubus has a stunning beauty and a gift of charm. Just one look at you can seduce you to toss and turn day and night, leaving you out of your mind.

It's a pity that during that turmoil, it was heard that the succubus died in order to save His Royal Highness Qingluan, so he died.

The demons have committed countless murders in the territory of Tianqi for several years. Everyone in Tianqi hates this thing very much. If His Royal Highness really loves Succubus, it would be hard to believe...

Just when there was silence, there was a sudden chuckle from the window.

An idle figure in white turned around, slowly shaking a sapphire wine bottle in his hand, and said unhurriedly: "So what if you love the succubus? The succubus is so beautiful, I'm afraid even a man can't resist it. Which nobleman is it now?" There are no succubi in the family to vent their desires in their free time?"

The young and handsome young man in white clothes raised his eyebrows, covered his face with a folding fan, and smiled at the man in a low voice: "Didn't the prince's family also raise a flowery little succubus? Why are you pretending to be noble here?" !"

"you!"

The rich young man surnamed Wang looked left and right, and when he saw that everyone was looking at him to see the joke, he blushed immediately.

"Lin Feishuang! You are courting death!"

The young man in white raised his eyebrows high, "Wang Bufu, we agreed to drink tea and discuss things. Why, do you want to do it?"

Wang Bucheng slammed the table and stood up, "Damn Lin Feishuang! Don't think that because you are good at martial arts, I won't dare to fight you!"

Wang Bu took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves and was about to put them on, when a soft voice suddenly came from behind——

"Young master, you stepped on my foot."