I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 118

He said so, but his arms had already opened, and Lin Feishuang was fully embraced.

Lin Feishuang was still in a daze, and he had already been tightly circled by him.

"...Let go!" Lin Feishuang turned his head away and shouted in a low voice.

Wang Bucheng didn't let go, as if he didn't hear it, but his arms became tighter and tighter.

He rested his chin on Lin Feishuang's heart, and after a long time, he slowly opened his mouth, "A Shuang, why don't you want my invitation?"

Lin Feishuang's struggling movements suddenly stopped.

He froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at Wang Bushou, his eyes were extremely cold: "You forget, if you, the Wang family, hadn't designed to frame me and lure me to open the door to seal the demons, how could our family not have fallen into this world?" Now at this point!? The king is not responsible, I did not kill you, it is already the greatest tolerance I have given you!"

Wang Bucheng looked at him for a moment, then smiled at him, "You are right."

He fumbled into his bosom, took out the red and gold-plated invitation card, opened Lin Feishuang's skirt and stuffed it in.

Lin Feishuang watched his movements fixedly, his eyes froze with cold.

Wang Bucheng grinned, stroked the corners of his eyes with rough palms, and said unhurriedly: "This is not Wang's invitation, this is my own."

Lin Feishuang laughed angrily, "What's the difference?"

"Naturally." Wang Bulou shook his head, "The Wang family is no longer the original Wang family."

A look of confusion appeared in Lin Feishuang's eyes.

Wang Bulu blinked his mung bean eyes, and said mysteriously: "You will know when you come to the Demon Sealing Conference."

When he spoke, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and his youthful demeanor was still vaguely visible on his deformed face.

Lin Feishuang looked at him, suddenly stretched out his hand, pushed him away, and turned away without saying a word.

"Don't forget the invitation!"

Wang Bucheng yelled behind him, making Lin Feishuang move even faster.

Wang Bucheng looked at his back, his originally flying expression slowly calmed down, his eyes were deep, as if he was brewing something.

The guard at the side came up and bowed his head to report: "Young master, there is news from the dark thread. The Patriarch has already learned about the whereabouts of the young master. He is furious at this moment, and orders you to return home immediately."

Wang Bucheng squinted his eyes and smiled, "Okay, the young master is just tired, it's time to go back and settle the score."

......

Lin Feishuang returned to the temple and went to Ning Zhe's room.

The room was full of darkness and gloomy, just like when Ning Zhe came, even the position of the tea sets on the table hadn't changed.

It was as if Ning Zhe had never existed.

Lin Feishuang found a piece of snow-white silk cloth beside the couch, which was stained with a large amount of dark red and dried blood, as if embroidered with a coquettish and charming flower of the other side.

The blood stain immediately reminded Lin Feishuang of the scene where Ning Zhe reluctantly cut his wrist to draw blood for him.

He thought that the young man was probably very afraid of pain.

It's just that in front of him, she always gritted her teeth and swallowed the pain into her stomach.

Qingxu followed behind him, lowered her eyes to hide the sadness in her eyes, and said in a low voice: "My lord, the young master really... likes you very much. When you are not here, the young master often Sitting at the door, staring at the courtyard door without blinking and waiting for you. It was still very cold in those few days, and the young master only wore an inner coat, and there was no cloak that fit well. Sometimes the slaves felt sad when they saw it .”

Lin Feishuang rubbed the snow silk scarf in his hand between his fingers, and pursed his lips without emotion, "You really are a fool."

He turned and walked out the door, "Order to go down, search the whole city for traces of Ning Zhe, if you want to see people, if you want to see people, if you want to see dead bodies!"

......

The night breeze is cool, passing through the hall.

Ning opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and suddenly sneezed, with snot dripping down his nose.

Huo Chen hugged the cloak on him, tilted his head and asked, "Cold?"

"It's not cold." Ning Zhe shook his head, his nose shaking with his movements.

Huo Chen gave a low laugh, and wiped it off with a clean brocade handkerchief.

The long street is full of pedestrians, and it is extremely lively.

Red sleeves fluttering, blue shirts fluttering, beautiful and picturesque boudoir women chatting and laughing at Yan Yan, young princes with flying brows passing through the street, naughty children laughing and running around in the crowd.

Everyone held a beautiful and dazzling lantern in their hands.

"Tonight seems to be the Lantern Festival of the Tianqi Dynasty." Huo Chen hugged Ning Zhe at the entrance of the dark alley, watching the pedestrians coming and going.

Ning Zhe let out a soft "hmm", staring straight at the rabbit lantern in the hand of a child opposite.

Huo Chen turned his head suddenly, with a smile on his face: "Does the emperor want to play too?"

"I don't want to." Ning Zhe refused indifferently with a blank face.

Huo Chen saw that his gaze was still on the lantern, and he didn't look back.

Huo Chen lifted the cap of the cloak and covered Ning Zhe's face.

The snow-white fox fur completely covered his entire face, leaving only a pair of dark and quiet eyes.

Ning turned his head and stared at Huo Chen, as if asking, "What are you doing?"

Huo Chen didn't respond, and led him out of the dark alley.

When passing by the child, Ning Zhe's dark eyes moved, and his eyes were almost glued to the rabbit lantern.

"I remember that Dayue also has its own Lantern Festival. Didn't Ningyan take the emperor out to play?"

Huo Chen asked him suddenly.

Ning Zhe looked away calmly, "I don't like these things."

A smile appeared in Huo Chen's eyes, "Yes, I am talking too much."

He held Ning Zhe's hand, and pushed a handle into his palm, "The emperor doesn't like these gadgets, but I am very interested in them, so the emperor will accompany me to have a look."

When Ning Zhe lowered his eyes, he saw the little tiger lantern in his hand. The carving was vivid, and the bright flames flickered in the gauze cover, which was extremely delicate and beautiful.

He was stunned.

Huo Chen had already carried him into the crowd, and followed the crowd to the river.

In the darkness, Ning Zhe heard him laugh, in a low, mellow voice, "In my eyes, this little beast is more suitable for the emperor than a weak rabbit. By the emperor's side, as long as you don't pay attention, you will be able to see it." A piece of flesh will be torn off."

Ning Zhe was stunned for a while, buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "What do you know?"

Huo Chen smiled without saying a word.

The Tianqi moat is usually deserted, but tonight it is overcrowded.

People put letterheads in the lanterns to express good wishes, and put the lanterns into the water to go with the waves.

For a time, there were countless lights in the moat, and the sky was far away, more brilliant than the starry night in the sky.

Huo Chen put Ning Zhe down, touched his face, "Your Majesty, let's go."

Ning Zhe had a tight face, took a step back, his whole body was stiff, "I don't want it."

Huo Chen glanced at the noisy crowd around him, knowing that he didn't like crowds, so he took him by the hand and led him a few steps away, finding a quiet place.

Ning Zhe still shook his head, holding on to the little tiger lantern, staring at Huo Chen and saying, "This is mine."

Huo Chen's eyes moved slightly, he rubbed the top of his hair, and said patiently: "Your Majesty, lanterns are used to pray, to wish happiness and health, power and wealth, and even marriage. Look at them, don't they all do this? "

Huo Chen pointed to the young masters and ladies who were setting up lanterns by the river not far away.

Ning Zhe didn't look at it, and didn't even move his eyes.

He put the lantern behind his back, took a step back, and said with an expressionless face: "They are them, I am I, and no one will give me my lantern!"

Huo Chen was a little surprised in his heart, this was the first time he discovered the stubborn side of the little emperor.

He used to think that the little emperor didn't care about anything, but he didn't expect that a small lantern could make him care so much.

"You told me." Ning Zhe looked him in the eyes and insisted.

Huo Chen looked at him for a moment, then sighed suddenly, took a step forward, and touched his face, "Is that how you like it?"

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and didn't say a word, but his fingers holding the wooden handle of the lantern turned slightly white.

"Then keep it."

After a while, Huo Chen suddenly spoke with a smile in his voice.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at him.

Huo Chen stretched out his hand and hooked a strand of raven-colored temple hair scattered around his cheek behind his ear, and said in a calm voice, "As I said, the emperor can do whatever he wants."

Ning Zhe lowered his head, twisted his fingers, let out a low "hmm", and said muffledly, "Thank you...general."

The corner of Huo Chen's lips curled up, and he picked him up again, wrapping him in his arms easily, "The emperor has been in the palace for so many years, hasn't he been out of the palace?"

Ning Zhe put his head on his shoulder and shook his head silently, "The instructor in the palace always assigns me a lot of homework, and I don't know how to do it. I still have to correct the memorial... I don't have time."

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and said in a muffled voice, "Uncle Huang won't let me out of the palace either."

Hearing the word "Uncle Emperor", Huo Chen narrowed his eyes, and a deep cold light flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't show it, and quickly restrained his emotions, stretched out his hand to pinch Ning Zhe's soft cheeks, changed the subject, and said with a smile: "In that case, the emperor will play with his ministers today, and treat it as the emperor's thank you." Thank you."

Huo Chen smiled, hugged Ning's folded hat, and led him away from the river.

......

Not far away, in a gorgeous and magnificent attic.

On the second floor, a half-covered carved sunken wooden window reflected a tall black figure.

"Who is he?"

The hidden guard behind took a step forward, took a closer look, and replied respectfully: "Return to Your Highness, it is General Huo Chenhuo of Dayue."

"Gu knows." Qingluan's eyebrows and eyes darkened slightly, "What Gu asked was, who is that person in his arms?"

The dark guard paused and knelt on the ground, "This subordinate doesn't know."

Qingluan turned her head, her dark green eagle eyes were cold and heartless, the way she looked at the dark guard was like looking at a dead person.

"Didn't Gu tell you to keep watching Huo Chen's movements? Where have you been staring?"

A drop of cold sweat broke out on the dark guard's forehead, and he immediately said: "Return to Your Highness, Huo Chen's martial arts are too strong, and his subordinates are always thrown off by him, so I don't know the specific situation. I only know that this person is Huo Chen from the Temple of the Witch God. brought it out."

"Witch God Sacrifice Temple?"

Qingluan frowned, suddenly thinking of the young man who looked like Anu he saw on the altar that day.

How could Huo Chen be with him?And by the looks of it, they are still very familiar.

Qingluan thought of something in his mind, his face sank slightly, and a gloomy look flashed from the bottom of his eyes.

"Go, at all costs, snatch that boy back to Gu!"