I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 112 I Like It So Much That Even Huo Chen Feels Jealous

Ning Zhe's fingertips touched his palm, which was soft and cool.

Huo Chen's eyes were soft and turned into water.

He wanted to wrap Ning Zhe's fingers.

However, in the next moment, Ning Zhe's fingertips suddenly flashed a cold light, piercing into his palm mercilessly.

Huo Chen paused suddenly.

Ning Zhe unhurriedly pulled out the blood-stained dagger, and said in a calm voice, "Don't touch me with your hands, otherwise, once I see you, I will cut you off once."

Huo Chen took a breath.

Ning Zhe's words reminded him of the scene before Ning Zhe was sent to the altar.

At that time Ning Zhe cried and begged him to let him go, but he broke the man's hand bones, trampled his dignity under his feet, and told him coldly, "Don't touch me with these dirty hands."

—he's taking revenge...

Huo Chen looked at the expressionless young man, his fingers convulsed violently, trembling, and slowly retracted them.

Yes, how could he have the right to touch him.

How could he treat those tortures as if nothing had happened.

Huo Chen opened his mouth, his voice was rough and hoarse, "Okay... I won't touch you..."

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him, and walked past him with silent eyes.

Huo Chen raised his hand, blood was falling from the hole in his palm, and soon wet his sleeves.

Heartbroken.

But it's not as good as Ning Zhe's original half point.

Huo Chen closed his eyes, turned and walked out.

Ning Zhe was sitting on the bluestone steps with his knees hugged, staring down at a new grass in the crevice of the stone, wondering what he was thinking.

The steaming breakfast was still on the table, untouched.

Holding the porridge, Huo Chen walked behind him and remained silent for a long time.

Ning folded his head and didn't look back: "Don't eat."

Huo Chen tightened his hand holding the bowl, "Your body can't handle it."

They are already corpses, and there is nothing more to eat.

Ning Zhe thought lightly in his heart, but didn't say anything.

At this moment, the maid pushed open the courtyard door and came in, bowed and said: "Young master, Mr. Witch envoy invites you to have breakfast."

Ning Zhe looked back, and Huo Chen had disappeared.

The maid followed his line of sight and saw the exquisite food on the table.

"Hey, has the young master already eaten?"

She clearly remembered that the small kitchen only made the adults' breakfast today, how could the young master also have it here?

"No."

Ning returned her words, stood up and walked out of the yard.

"Young master, wait."

The maid hurriedly caught up, holding a thick cloak in her hand, "It's cold in the early spring, young master should wear more..."

The maid froze halfway through speaking, staring at Ning Zhe's brand new clothes with wide eyes.

Ning Zhe looked up at her, with doubts in his dark eyes.

"No... nothing..."

The maid took back the cloak embarrassingly, "It turned out to be a cloak, so this cloak is superfluous."

Facing Ning Zhe's quiet but blank eyes, she couldn't help smiling, and explained in a warm voice: "The clothes that the young master is wearing are the only one in the world, which can be adjusted for cold or warm. It’s the most comfortable. It’s just that the Tianrouyi has disappeared for many years, I didn’t expect that the Witch Envoy would go to great lengths to find it and give it to the young master. His Excellency is very kind to the young master.”

His clothes were already stained with blood, and he didn't know where he was thrown.

The clothes were put on by Huo Chen when he was in a daze in the morning.

Ning Zhe's eyes moved slightly.

The maid thought he was thinking about Lin Feishuang, her eyes showed a soft look, she pursed her lips and smiled, patted his head and said: "I have served in the Witch God Temple for many years, and I have never seen an adult care so much about anyone. When the servant girl came, the lord was still waiting for the young master to eat together in the front hall, it seems that the lord really likes the young master."

Ning Zhe turned his head to avoid her hand and said nothing.

The maid thought he was shy and didn't care, and led him to the front hall.

Lin Feishuang was indeed waiting for him.

However, there was another person beside him.

Ning Zhe only glanced at it, then looked away.

It was the blind girl selling candied haws at the alley, with a beautiful face, like an old friend.

Lin Feishuang waved at him, and Ning Zhe obediently walked over and stood in front of him.

Lin Feishuang looked at him with deep eyes, as if something was rolling.

But soon, he withdrew his gaze, returned to his usual unruly smile, and rubbed his head: "Last night, thank you very much."

Ning Zhe's eyes twinkled slightly, his cheeks were slightly red, and he remained silent.

Seeing his expression, Lin Feishuang felt a little strange in his heart.

Could it be that the little emperor of Da Yue really... fell in love with him?

Lin Feishuang glanced at the girl beside her with complicated eyes.

But in the end, he still could not bear it, pulled Ning Zhe over, pointed at the girl, and said to him: "This is Axue."

Ning Zhe blinked, glanced at Lin Feishuang, and said hello to the blind girl softly.

The blind girl pursed her lips and smiled, her voice was soft and pleasant, "You are fine too."

He really resembles the person in Ning Zhe's memory.

Lin Feishuang said: "Axue will live here from now on, her eyesight is not convenient, please bear with me."

Ning Zhe obediently said "Yes", looked into Lin Feishuang's eyes and assured: "I will."

Lin Feishuang was a little uncomfortable, and slightly avoided his sight.

The pure Ning Zhe would not know that the arrival of Ashe would be the beginning of his pain.

The three had breakfast, and Lin Feishuang sent A Xue back to her room.

Ning Zhe stared at their backs for a long time.

The maid came up to comfort her and said, "Young master, don't worry, Axue is just a puppet and has no life. Your lord's favorite person is still young master."

Ning Zhe raised his eyebrows and looked at her in a blink of an eye: "A puppet?"

The maid sighed, "It was made by the second son when he was still offering sacrifices to the temple, and he didn't want to become wise. The second son didn't want to restrain her, so he let her go out to play. It's a pity that when Ah Xue came back, the second son... ..."

The maid shook her head and didn't want to say more, "Young master, you should go back to your room. Now that the door to seal the demons has changed, the undead in the temple are also restless. It's very dangerous outside."

Ning Zhe thought of the person who wanted to kill him that day, and he was thoughtful, but his expression was still quiet, he said "um", and went back to the yard.

The maid wanted to follow in to tidy up the room, but was stopped by Ning Zhe.

Although the maid was surprised why the young master stopped her twice and three times, she still did not go against his will and left.

After dismissing the maid, Ning Zhe opened the door.

Sure enough, the man hasn't left yet, still writing something next to the desk.

The gentle breeze blew in with some warmth, curling his long strands of hair, and the soft light shone on his sharp and cold side face like a knife, adding a bit of tenderness to him.

His gaze was focused on the book case, and there was a soft color in his usually cold eyes, as if something very precious was placed on it.

Ning Zhe walked over and stood beside him, only to realize that he was not writing, but painting.

Draw a boy.

The twilight was scattered, the peach blossoms were flying, the young man was sleeping soundly under the tree, a few strands of crow-blue long hair slipped from his temples, adding to his alluring look, exquisite and beautiful as if given by a god.

Ning Zhe stared at the portrait with calm eyes.

When Huo Chen reached the boy's face, he stopped his pen.

Ning Zhe looked up at him.

"Is the emperor very strange, why doesn't the minister paint his face?"

Ning Zhe did not respond.

Huo Chen didn't want him to answer either. With his fingertips full of inseparable nostalgia, he stroked the blank space on the face of the person in the painting, and murmured to himself in a trance: "Because every time I think of this scene, this face is always the same. It was blurred with blood and tears. He was begging his minister to save him, and he said he was in pain."

Ning Zhe was quiet for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand, a blue flame sprang out from his fingertips, and the tongue of fire licked the delicate ink-painted boy, burning it to ashes inch by inch.

He looked at Huo Chen with an indifferent expression, "He's dead."

Huo Chen closed his eyes, opened them again, looked at Ning Zhe, his voice was painful, as if weeping with blood: "I'm sorry..."

Ning Zhe's brows and eyes were cold, and he only said one sentence: "You recognize the wrong person."

Ning Zhe didn't want to see Huo Chen.

When he escaped in the bamboo forest, he had already told him that he didn't hate him.

He can't understand those complicated feelings, but he knows what torture is.

Resentment meets hatred, love separates, and getting what you ask for is the most painful.

He didn't hate Huo Chen, for Huo Chen, it was the most painful torture.

It's just that Ning Zhe didn't expect that he would abandon his most valued people of Dayue and chase after Tianqi all the way.

The soul-drawing needle he put down was really annoying.

In the past few days, Huo Chen has been by Ning Zhe's side.

No matter what Ning Zhe does, as soon as he turns around, he can see the silent man.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, when Ning Zhe opened his eyes, he could still see him standing beside his couch, staring at him intently.

Ning Zhe couldn't understand those eyes, it was as dark as the night outside the window, and there were many dark and unclear emotions in it.

Like a big net, it wrapped Ning Zhe so tightly that he couldn't breathe.

Ning Zhe hates this feeling.

He didn't want Huo Chen to discover his secret, but Huo Chen kept staring at him, which made him unable to do many things.

Ning Zhe's breath was getting colder and colder, and he couldn't help but hit him several times.

Huo Chen always stood there motionless, even if Ning's folding would kill him in a flash, he didn't care.

Ning Zhe knew for the first time what "irritability" was.

"When are you leaving?" Ning Zhe asked him while sitting on the bed, changing clothes.

"Whenever the emperor leaves, the minister will leave."

"I do not go."

Ning Zhe stared at him, and suddenly said: "I like Lin Feishuang. When I was alone and helpless, he saved me. I will never leave him."

Huo Chen's eyelashes trembled, and he slightly raised his eyes to look at him, with emotions that Ning Zhe couldn't see through.

After a while, he finally bowed his head in silence, and said hoarsely, "Lin Feishuang...to the emperor..."

He wanted to say "bad intentions", but remembering the betrayals that Ning Zhe had suffered, he couldn't help but stop talking, a bitter smile curled up on his lips: "He was very kind to the emperor."

"Yes, he treats me better than you treat me." Ning stared at him anxiously.

Huo Chen opened his lips, speechless.

He knew that Lin Feishuang left Ning Zhe in order to seal the demon gate, and when the demon seal gate opened, Ning Zhe's soul would become his sacrifice.

He also knew that the blind girl named Axue was a puppet made by Yunlan, which contained half of Yunlan's soul.

Lin Feishuang brought her back in order to extract Ning Zhe's soul, fuse Yun Lan's soul, stuff it into Ning Zhe's body, and let Yun Lan be reborn.

He knew a lot, but he couldn't tell the little emperor anything.

The little emperor is a person who is very afraid of pain, but for Lin Feishuang, he can cut himself without hesitation.

He suffered a lot, and finally met someone who treated him well. He trusted Lin Feishuang, liked Lin Feishuang, and even gave everything about him to Lin Feishuang.

Huo Chen couldn't bear to break his dream.

With him here, he can protect Ning Zhe, and Lin Feishuang can't hurt him no matter what.

As long as he thinks, the little emperor's dream will never be shattered.

It's just - Huo Chen is jealous.

The little emperor liked Lin Feishuang so much that even Huo Chen felt jealous.