I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 111 Huo Chen

Ning Zhe's face was covered by the hot and humid handkerchief, he struggled and let out a "huh".

"Don't move, your face is splashed with blood." Huo Chen gently caressed Ning Zhe's face with his hand, his voice was low and soft, like fine wine that had been stored for many years, it could almost drown a person in it.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, and then struggled harder.

But his two wrists were firmly held by Huo Chen, unable to move.

Ning Zhe glanced at Huo Chen, saw the timing, and kicked him.

This kick carried an extremely powerful wind, if it really kicked someone, it would be half-crippled if not dead.

Huo Chen's expression remained unchanged, his hands slid down unhurriedly, grabbed his waist, and lifted him up.

Feet suddenly soared into the air.

Ning Zhe looked shocked, and immediately shut his mouth tightly, suppressing the exclamation that was about to blurt out in time.

Huo Chen weighed him in his hand, frowned and said, "It's so light."

Ning Zhe's eyes sank slightly, his face turned cold, and he wanted to attack him again.

It's a pity that his legs weren't long enough, and he was thrashing about in mid-air, but he couldn't touch Huo Chen anyway.

Huo Chen lifted him up in front of him, at eye level with him, with a serious expression: "It's been so long, why hasn't the emperor grown tall?"

His tone was serious, without the slightest hint of joking, as if he was asking why, after so long, Dayue still hadn't regained the lost ground.

Ning Zhe choked for breath and almost bit him.

The cold flame flashed from his eyes, and the invisible and colorless fire surged from all directions, quickly climbed up to Huo Chen's spirit, and opened his teeth and claws to devour the man.

Huo Chen didn't seem to be aware of the danger, he hugged him into his arms unpreparedly, patted his head, "Have you had a good meal?"

The moment the cold flame was about to touch Huo Chen, it stopped suddenly and instantly turned into smoke and dissipated.

Ning Zhe was silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes, and muffled without emotion: "There is no food."

Huo Chen's eyes darkened.

Ning Zhe didn't see his dark and unspeakable expression.

When he looked up, Huo Chen still had that gentle look.

A sharp-edged side face glowed slightly warm under the dim candlelight, suddenly giving people a hazy illusion of tenderness and affection.

It's just that Ning Zhe remembered that when he released those wolves to bite him not long ago, he also had this kind of gentle expression on his face.

Huo Chen's cruelty is all about bit by bit of tenderness.

He is so gentle that people accidentally fall into his trap, fall into his cage, and finally try their best, but they can never get out.

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes to hide the strange color in them.

Huo Chen asked him to sit on his arm, wrapped his two thin and tender feet with wide and gentle palms, put them on the palms and rubbed them gently, then tilted his head and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

Ning Zhe had walked barefoot for a long time before, and the delicate skin on the soles of his feet was blotted out with blood, and it was painful to look at.

Huo Chen held Ning Zhe's small and round feet with a handkerchief that had been twisted and soaked in hot water, and carefully covered Ning Zhe's small, round feet. He lowered his head and slowly wiped the blood, his movements were extremely gentle and delicate.

Ning Zhe pursed his lips tightly and stared at him without saying a word, his big and dark eyes made people feel cold inexplicably.

"Your majesty, give me your hand." Huo Chen said to him while rubbing his ankle.

Ning Zhe didn't move.

Huo Chen paused, then looked up at him, "What's the matter, you don't feel well?"

Ning Zhe didn't make a sound, just stared at him with a pair of black eyes, which were empty and couldn't see anything.

Huo Chen cleaned his hands in the basin, dried the water droplets with his internal force, and then put them on his head, "Be good, be obedient, let me see the wound."

Ning Zhe just took blood for Lin Feishuang, and cut his own wrist without hesitation.

Huo Chen could have stopped him, but he couldn't move because of his lifeless eyes.

He had a premonition that if he got in the way of Ning Zhe, this person would leave immediately so that he could never find him again.

Huo Chen watched helplessly as he cut his arm open with a sharp dagger, without moving a single tear.

At that moment, Huo Chen knew that the growth of the little emperor was bought with all his innocence.

In the Dayue Imperial Palace, the scorching peach blossoms were flying, and the young man sleeping soundly with blushing cheeks under the tree was gone.

And the culprit of all this - is him.

Huo Chen's expression changed slightly, he suddenly turned his head away, covered his mouth and coughed continuously.

One sound after another, painful and depressing.

Ning Zhe nestled in his arms and could feel the violent vibration of his chest.

After a while, Huo Chen finally stopped coughing and put down his hands.

A strong smell of blood came to the nostrils.

When Ning Zhe looked up, he saw Huo Chen's pale face, but there was no blood on the corner of his lips.

Ning Zhe stared at him without blinking, and saw his throat move slightly, as if he swallowed something.

Seeing him staring at him, Huo Chen couldn't help but curled up his thin lips, showing a pale smile: "Do you look good?"

"..."

Ning Zhe looked away expressionlessly.

Huo Chen suddenly leaned in front of him, and the tip of his nose bumped into his face.

An irresistibly handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, and his warm breath intertwined with him.

Ning Zhe stared at him holding his breath, unable to react for a while.

Huo Chen, while he was in a daze, pecked the tip of his nose, quietly held his wrist, and took off the large black sleeve robe.

A bloody and hideous wound was immediately displayed in front of Huo Chen's eyes, and the blood flowed down one after another, staining that pale and weak arm dark red.

Ning Zhe didn't expect that he was still bleeding. He glanced at Huo Chen, thinking that he was about to get angry again.

Huo Chen was silent and didn't say anything.

He took out the wound medicine he carried with him, carefully bandaged Ning Zhe's wound, and then pressed his brows against his forehead, poured some divine power into his body, watched the wound slowly start to heal, and then let Ning Zhe go .

The moment he let go of Ning Zhe, his face seemed to be paler, and his lips were so pale that no color could be seen.

Ning Zhe stared at him silently.

Huo Chen pursed his lips, smiled lowly, and covered his eyes, "If the emperor looks at me like this again, I won't be able to bear it anymore."

Ning Zhe blinked.

The long curly eyelashes flickered across Huo Chen's palm, like a small brush, brushing on the tip of the heart one by one.

Huo Chen's fingers trembled a little, and he said dryly, "It's late at night, the emperor should sleep."

He hugged Ning Zhe to the couch, wiped his slender and immature fingers clean one by one with a handkerchief, and pulled a brocade blanket over his body, a gust of wind popped out between his fingers, extinguishing the flickering candle.

The room suddenly became pitch black, only the bright moonlight outside the window, and a few rays of light sneaked in through the cracks in the window.

Ning Zhe walked a lot today, and his spirit has been controlling his body. He was already extremely tired, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep at this moment.

Huo Chen stood in front of the couch, looked down at him for a long time, finally bent down cautiously, and without making any sound, pressed a kiss gently on Ning Zhe's soft lips.

"Good dream, Your Majesty."

The slightly drunken wind caressed the cheeks, and the window made a slight "creak" sound, opening and closing again.

After a while, Ning Zhe gently opened his eyes.

There is no one around.

He stretched out his hand, wiped his face with his fingertips, and wiped a drop of warm blood.

It belongs to Huo Chen.

Huo Chen's magical skills are for killing and cutting on the battlefield, and he is not good at healing.

The only way he can heal Ning Zhe is to transfer his cultivation base to Ning Zhe.

He was already seriously injured, so naturally his life was in danger, and his life and death were unknown.

Ning Zhe touched the healed wound on his arm.

It was just an insignificant injury, and he didn't die when his tendons were broken in the past.

Ning Zhe stared out the window, his eyes were foggy and lonely, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he closed his eyes, turned over, curled up in the quilt, and fell asleep with his head covered without saying a word.

The next day.

The sky will be bright.

Before Ning Zhe opened his eyes, he rushed forward and slashed at the person beside the couch like the wind.

The visitor remained motionless, opened his arms, and took him firmly into his arms. He said in a low voice with a smile, "Is the emperor so eager to throw himself into his arms so early in the morning?"

The heavy hand knife slashed on his shoulder, but it couldn't shake him a bit.

Ning Zhe opened his eyes coldly, staring at him expressionlessly, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

Huo Chen supported his thin body with both hands, and lifted him up to his eyes, looked at him with deep greed in his eyes, and slowly curled his lips into a low smile: "It's the emperor who doesn't want me to die."

Ning Zhe jumped down from his embrace, pushed him away, and said the same words: "You have misidentified the person."

Huo Chen didn't argue with him, took the newly made clothes aside, pulled him over, put them on patiently, and bent over to put on his shoes.

Ning Zhe frowned unobtrusively, and ran out with bare feet, "I don't wear them."

Huo Chen held his ankle to keep him from moving, "Put it on, be careful not to catch a cold."

Ning Zhe stared at him, "No."

Huo Chen raised his head and looked back, and said lightly: "Your Majesty, as an emperor, you should maintain your appearance."

Ning Zhe persisted for a while, and finally sat in Huo Chen's arms, and put on those beautiful and delicate black-soled brocade boots inlaid with silver beads.

"It's time to correct this little problem of the emperor, otherwise the minister will not be here in the future, so the emperor won't wear shoes."

Huo Chen patted his head lightly, stood up, "Let's go, let's eat."

Ning Zhe looked at his back, and suddenly remembered that when he just became the false emperor, he was taught by Huo Chen every day like this.

Many things that even Ning Yan never taught were learned from Huo Chen. Huo Chen taught him how to be an emperor, taught him how to use swords and martial arts, and taught him many trivial and complicated things.

In the first year in the palace, he almost spent by Huo Chen's side.

It was only later that the border changed, and Huo Chen, wearing a black war robe, went to the battlefield with the army.

Since then, Ning Zhe hasn't seen this person for a long time.

When we met again, he was deeply trapped by the wolves, and he stood aside and watched coldly as he was devoured by the flesh and blood, without any emotion.

Ning Zhe came back to his senses and squinted his eyes, probably because the light outside the window was too bright, making his eyes a little dazed.

Seeing that he was not moving, Huo Chen looked back, with a faint smile on his handsome face, he stretched out a hand towards him, "Your Majesty."

Ning Zhe's eyes moved slightly, he took a step forward on his toes, and slowly stretched out his hand towards him...