I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 110 The minister finally found the emperor, how could he leave?

Ning Zhe clasped his throat with his slender and delicate fingers, his brows and eyes were sharp, and his eyes were devoid of any emotion.

Huo Chen had the intention of killing him if he didn't let go.

The most fragile gate of life is in the hands of others, as long as Ning Zhe pinches it lightly, he will die immediately.

But Huo Chen didn't respond

His eyes were as dark as ink, and he looked at Ning Zhe for a long time, "The emperor...do you want to kill the minister?"

Ning Zhe looked at him with a serious expression, "What if I say yes? Are you going to die for me?"

Huo Chen looked into his eyes and remained silent.

Ning Zhe lowered his eyelashes and looked away, "If you can't do it, don't say it easily."

The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but it was unclear whether it was talking about Huo Chen or someone else.

Dark ripples gradually appeared in Huo Chen's eyes, churning endlessly.

He closed his eyes, his handsome god-like face approached Ning Zhe, his forehead lightly pressed against him, and he said in a hoarse voice, "As long as you say a word, I will die for you."

He held Ning's small hands that held his throat, and gently opened them one by one.

Then he stuffed a dagger into his palm, and with that hand, he stabbed hard at his heart!

Ning Zhe's eyelashes trembled, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and slapped him on the shoulder.

Huo Chen frowned, and his feet shook for a moment, but he still didn't let go of Ning Zhe's hand.

Ning Zhe turned his head, his breath was a little unstable, and his chest kept rising and falling, "Let go, I'm not your emperor."

Huo Chen's throat moved slightly, and he swallowed the muffled groan mixed with blood back into his stomach, then stared at his face, raised his lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, this time, even if I die, I won't let go .”

As he said that, his arms tightened again.

"I should have killed you just now!" Ning Zhe's eyes suddenly became fierce.

Huo Chen looked slightly dazed.

It's been a long time, he hasn't seen such a lively little emperor for a long time.

He lowered his head again, and pecked the tip of Ning Zhe's nose, "The emperor won't let go."

Ning Zhe stared at him, but didn't speak.

Huo Chen was wrong. It's not that he couldn't do it, but he couldn't do it.

With the defeat of Da Yue and the destruction of the Huo clan, only Huo Chen can contend against Tian Qi on the battlefield.

Huo Chen couldn't kill him, at least not now.

Ning Zhe clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes returned to the dark and dead silence, no longer the cold light just now.

It's like the stars in the sky are gradually losing their brilliance.

Huo Chen saw his expression change, and his heart began to throb slightly again.

He tilted his head and coughed a few times, swallowed the blood as if nothing had happened, reached out to touch Ning Zhe's head, and said softly: "Don't you want to go back to the Witch God Sacrifice Temple to get the bones, I will accompany you."

Ning Zhe turned his head to avoid his touch.

Huo Chen felt empty, but didn't say anything, and left Zuixin Pavilion with him in his arms.

When Wang Bucheng bid farewell to the Fifth Tomb and returned here, Ning Zhe was no longer in sight.

"What about people!?"

Wang Buxiang grabbed Qingci's neck and lifted it up, his eyes were surprisingly fierce, he was almost a different person from his old wimpy dandy.

Qingci's face was pale and his breath was dying, "Subordinates, subordinates are incompetent... he... found out..."

"Someone help him?"

Love Ci struggled to shake his head, "Subordinate...don't know..."

"Useless things."

Wang Bucheng sneered and threw him against the wall.

Qingci's eyes darkened, and she lost consciousness.

"Send it to the devil's lair, and wait for those things to play enough, then drag them out to feed the dogs. Remember not to let him pass out, I want him to wake up and watch him being gnawed clean!"

Fu Ya showed her figure, said "yes" in a low voice, and took the love words away.

His expression didn't fluctuate at all, and even his eyes didn't change.

The tragic end of love words is just like a routine for him.

In Zuiqinglou, no one has such a thing as sympathy, because you don't know whether the next person to be sympathized by others will become yourself.

When a tragic event becomes commonplace, even the only sympathy that can be done will be slowly worn away.

Wang Bucheng watched the love words being dragged away, but the cloud in his eyes still remained.

Everywhere in his Zuiqing tower was tightly guarded, how could Ning Zhe, a weak emperor, escape so easily?

Wang Busheng jumped onto the roof, looking at the corpses all over the floor, his expression became more and more gloomy.

There were hundreds of guards around this room, but they were all killed without a sound.

The guards elsewhere in the building are fine.

He could have interrogated them and obtained information about that person, but it is a pity that the guards of Zuiqing Tower are all defective products produced by the intercourse of humans and demons in the devil's lair.

They can only obey orders to kill, but they don't have their own consciousness. Even if he interrogates, he can't get the result.

With a sullen face, Wang Bubu gritted his teeth: "Go and find out, who is the person who helped Ning Zhe escape!"

"As ordered!"

......

Lin Feishuang was drinking tea in the room, holding in his hand the roster of the major families who participated in the Demon Sealing Conference.

Suddenly, he frowned fiercely, stretched out his hand to touch his heart, and enduring the severe pain slowly let out a heavy breath.

His Highness the Crown Prince's slap yesterday was really merciless and almost killed him with one slap.

If Ning Zhe hadn't stopped him in time, he would have died long ago.

Lin Feishuang couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he was just using Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe knew it clearly, so why did he still protect him.

Lin Feishuang frowned, and was meditating when the wooden door suddenly creaked and was pushed open.

The slightly cool wind blew in at night, and the candlelight flickered slightly.

Lin Feishuang raised his head, and saw Ning Zhe standing in front of the door, with criss-crossing scars on his face, and he could tell how much pain he would have with just one look.

Was it to not cause trouble for him, that's why he destroyed his appearance at that time?

Lin Feishuang's eyes moved slightly, he lowered his head, and suppressed the strange color in his eyes.

"came back."

Ning Zhe let out a "hmm".Yes, the voice is muffled.

Lin Feishuang looked up at him, only to realize that he was holding a half-bitten candied haws in his hand and was slowly chewing.

Lin Feishuang laughed and asked him, "Is it delicious?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, "It's so sour."

The ones Huo Chen bought were the same as the candied haws that Qingluan bought. They were sour and astringent, so unpalatable that they lost their teeth.

Only the candied haws that No. 67 gave him were sweet.

Ning Zhe suddenly missed No. 67's candied haws and TV, he shouldn't have killed him so early.

Lin Feishuang didn't know what he was thinking, but felt that the little emperor of Da Yue was really a child at heart, too innocent.

What if the king did not intend to harm him and poisoned his food?

It's just that Lin Feishuang didn't know that it was Huo Chen who bought the candied haws, not Wang Busha.

Huo Chen, even if he was poisoned, would not let Ning make any mistakes.

"What did Wang Bucheng take you to do? Didn't he bully you?"

Lin Feishuang looked Ning Zhe up and down, and was relieved to see that he didn't lose any meat, and said with a smile, "I don't even have the guts to measure him."

It was only after taking a closer look that he discovered that Ning Zhe's thin body was covered with a very ill-fitting black brocade robe, and the silver brocade boots on his feet were more than an inch too big.

Ning Zhe is not tall in stature, so he looks more like a child who steals an adult's clothes.

Lin Feishuang burst out laughing, and raised his eyebrows to make fun of him, "What kind of clothes are you wearing? Where did you steal this clothes?"

Ning Zhe's eyes moved, but he didn't speak.

But he muttered in his heart, he didn't steal it, it was obviously Huo Chen who insisted on him putting it on.

Lin Feishuang didn't care either, and forgot to glance behind him, and sneered, "Did that fat man send you back? Where is he?"

Ning moved his lips, "Let's go."

Before Lin Feishuang could speak, he immediately said, "I'm going to bed."

Lin Feishuang raised his eyebrows and waved his hands, "Children should rest earlier, otherwise they won't grow taller, so let's go."

"I'm not."

Ning Zhe glanced at him angrily, threw out a small porcelain bottle, closed the door with a "bang" and left.

Lin Feishuang reached out to catch the small porcelain bottle, opened it, only to find that it was a bottle of blood, with a slightly familiar milky scent in the fishy sweetness.

Lin Feishuang's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the place where Ning Zhe had just stood.

A few scattered drops of blood fell on the bluestone floor, and under the dim candlelight, it looked like a blooming weed, unparalleled in beauty.

The blood of the divine vein has the effect of life and death, human flesh and bones, and small internal injuries are naturally not a problem.

Lin Feishuang rubbed the porcelain bottle in his hand, his expression was a little dazed, "What are you thinking... Ning Zhe..."

Ning Zhe didn't think about anything.

He just wanted to kill Lin Feishuang.

When he returned to the room, he saw the maid standing outside the door waiting for him, holding hot water and a set of washing things in her hand.

"Give it to me." Ning Zhe reached out to take it.

The maid looked at him, who was less than her shoulders, and his pale wrist, which was so thin that only the bones remained, with obvious doubts in her eyes, "Are you able to move? Let me be a servant."

Ning Zhe paused for a moment, then looked up at her without making a sound.

The maid choked, and for some reason, a chill slowly rose in her heart, and she immediately said: "Your servant knows."

He handed things to him.

Ning Zhe's face changed as soon as he got the thing.

……Good weight.

In the dark night, the maid couldn't see his expression clearly, seeing him not moving for a while, she asked doubtfully, "Young master?"

Ning Zhe glanced at her, walked into the room with hot water in his arms without changing his face, and shut the maid outside with a "snap".

He is not young.

As soon as he entered the room, Ning Zhe felt a disgusting and strong atmosphere.

He put down the sink, looked quietly at the man who was writing and drawing at the desk, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Huo Chen stopped writing, walked towards him, and reached out to stroke his long, soft, raven-colored hair.

Ning took a step back.

He actually hates being touched by others, which makes him instinctively feel dangerous.

But everyone loves touching him.

Ning Zhe sometimes wanted to kill all those people.

Huo Chen could see the killing intent in his eyes, but he didn't care much.

The little emperor used to be soft-tempered, and Huo Chen loved his softness and innocence, but he didn't want him to stay like this forever.

To be an emperor, one should have a heart of steel.

Now, his little emperor finally grew up before he knew it.

Huo Chen sighed, took out the brocade handkerchief from Ning Zhe's hand, moistened it with some hot water, and wiped Ning Zhe's face with his own hands.

"Your Majesty, I finally found you, why did you leave?"