I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 121 Wear it if you want

A ray of light shines through the wooden window, pouring all over the place.

Fine dust fluttered in the air, and everything was kept quiet, lest the sleeping boy on the couch be awakened.

"Is it all here?" A hoarse voice sounded outside the window.

"Yes."

The man dressed in black flipped through the information in his hand, and couldn't help but frowned, "Where was his whereabouts before he came to the temple?"

The soldier shook his head, "The subordinates didn't track it down. The innkeeper only said that there was a man beside him at the time, and he used official coins from Dai Viet. Apart from that, he didn't know anything else."

"Da Yue..." The man rubbed the paper in his hand, looked up at him, "Who is that man?"

The soldier hesitated, and his tone was uncertain, "According to my subordinates' investigation, it may be Qin Shen...Master Qin."

The man glanced at the half-closed window and waved the soldiers back.

Mr. Qin came to Tianqi by order, originally for the sake of friendship between the two countries, with the intention of negotiating peace and becoming a minister.

However, it coincided with civil strife in Tianqi, and the whereabouts of the country's lord was unknown, so the crown prince Qingluan ascended the throne and took charge of his affairs.

It's just that this prince has a peculiar style of behavior, which is really unpredictable. After meeting Prime Minister Qin once, he has been left in the post house and ignored.

Hearing that Prime Minister Qin has switched to get in touch with the Fifth Tomb of the second prince of Tianqi, how can he have time to play with this little beggar of unknown origin?

What's even more strange is that it seems that Qin Xiang came to see the general this time because of this little beggar?

The man guarded the door with his sword in his hand, frowning at the young man on the couch.

He is not good looking.

A face is covered with criss-crossing scars, who has been brutally beaten by someone, and the words "slave" are engraved all over it, it will even feel scary after looking at it for a long time.

His body was also extremely thin and weak, his skin was morbidly pale, and there was not much flesh visible on his body.A pair of slender legs seemed to be broken when they were folded, and blood-stained bandages were wrapped around the two wrists.

I don't know where the general picked up the little beggar.

The man frowned and thought for a while, then ordered one of his soldiers to cook a bowl of porridge to nourish his body.

He walked to the couch with the porridge and put the porridge on the small table in front of the couch.

Almost as soon as he approached, the young man's long curly eyelashes trembled suddenly, and his pupils opened immediately.

It's pretty alert...

The man thought for a while and said to him: "The general is receiving guests in the front hall."

Ning Zhe hadn't recovered from the dream at this time, and slowly turned his eyes to look at him when he heard the words.

The man just glanced at it, then subconsciously thought, this little beggar really has a pair of beautiful eyes.

Suddenly, he thought of the general's "Madame General" and Qin Xiang's inexplicable behavior, and said "Qin Xiang is here" and burst out.

Ning Zhe stared at him without saying a word, and there was no wave in his dark and quiet pupils.

The man frowned deeply, not knowing why he was talking too much.

But this is also good, just take this opportunity to test the little beggar.

He collected himself and explained to Ning Zhe: "President Qin is in the front hall, and he wants to see you."

Ning Zhe didn't respond.

Was he wrong?This little beggar has nothing to do with Prime Minister Qin?

Just as the man was thinking, he suddenly saw Ning Zhe sitting up straight from the couch, threw off the quilt, and walked out of bed barefoot.

The man immediately stopped him, "Master Yang has ordered you not to walk around before the general arrives."

Ning Zhe pushed him as soon as he stretched out his hand as if he didn't hear it.

It's a pity that the man has been on the battlefield for so many years, and he has already trained a copper-skinned and iron-framed body. How can Ning Zhe, a weak chicken, be able to push it.

The man stood there without moving, but Ning Zhe used too much force and fell back on the ground.

The little beggar didn't seem to have reacted yet, and sat on the ground blinking his dark eyes, his face full of confusion.

The man's eyes flickered slightly, but he still said with a cold face: "You are suffering from both Qi and blood deficiency, eat something to fill your stomach first, and then tell me about other things."

After saying that, he left the room and closed the door.

Ning Zhe turned his head and saw the steaming porridge on the small table, with a few handfuls of green onions sprinkled in it, still exuding a strong aroma.

Ning Zhe swallowed, and stretched out his dirty hand towards the bowl.

"Are you forgetting that you can't eat?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came to mind in the silent room, and immediately nailed Ning Zhe's movements in place.

Ning Zhe stared at the bowl of porridge, and for a long while, he looked away with difficulty.

He really couldn't eat, otherwise he would have to spend more soul to maintain this body.

The body of this demon cannot be cultivated. In the past ten days or so, he has been relying on the strength he swallowed from No. 67 to support himself proudly. Otherwise, he would have been out of his wits long ago based on the strength of his soul alone.

A wisp of thin blue smoke slowly drifted out from between his brows, floating in front of his eyes.

Ning Zhe stretched out his hand, "No. 67, don't you have no energy?"

The green smoke fell into his palm and turned into a small jade hairpin, "Do you think that what you devoured is all my strength?"

No. 67 sneered, "I know you better than anyone else."

Ning bent the corners of her lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Put this hosta on your head."

Ning Zhe refused, "It's so ugly."

"You're ugly! This is God..." No. 67 lost his voice after half-spoken.

Ning Zhe tilted his head, looking puzzled, "God what?"

"...It's nothing..." No. 67's voice cooled down, "You can wear it if you want, what nonsense?"

No. 67 has changed back to the violent No. 67.

Thinking to himself, Ning Zhe stretched out his hand to pull up his long hair, and inserted the jade hairpin into the hair crown.

As soon as it entered the hair, the hosta disappeared.

Ning Zhe touched his head curiously.

"Don't touch it. This is an artifact used to nourish the soul. You are still a mortal, so you can't see it now." No. 67 said flatly.

Ning Zhe nodded obediently, "Then you can see it later?"

after?

"Yes." No. 67 snorted, the voice was as cold as ice, covered with frost, and said with a smile: "When you die in the future and become a resentful soul, you will naturally be able to see it."

Ning Zhe opened his mouth, but closed it again, pursed his lips uneasily, but dared not speak.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little stagnant.

After a while, No. 67 finally couldn't stand Ning Zhe's pitiful expression, and couldn't help but said in a cold voice: "Why are you in a daze, go eat."

Ning Zhe didn't understand.

No. 67 took a breath, suppressed his anger, and sneered, "Otherwise, what would I use the hairpin for you? To look good?"

Ning Zhe just woke up suddenly, picked up the porridge bowl and sipped it, a few rays of light shone in his eyes, shining like stars in the cold night, very beautiful.

No. 67 watched him carefully drink the porridge, and fell silent.

He knew that Ning Zhefang was just playing.

This person is born rebellious, and no one can tame him.

All the expressions he made were calculated in his heart to find the most suitable emotions to express, including the pitiful expression that made number 67 soft-hearted just now.

Ning Zhe is a smart person, he always knows how to use others.

No. 67 knows better than anyone else, but even so, he still can't control it.

I can't help being soft-hearted, I can't help helping him, I can't help thinking about everything about him before.

When Ning Zhe finished eating, he called number 67 again, but number 67 was silent again.

I don't know if it's because I'm too lazy to deal with Ning Zhe, or for some other reason...

Ning Zhe licked the stain on his lips, and a dangerous blue cold flame flashed across his eyes, like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting.

He stood up and opened the door.

The man was still guarding the door, dressed in strong clothes, holding a long sword in his arms, straight as a pine, with a murderous look.

He glanced at Ning Zhe, and immediately noticed Ning Zhe's two snow-white feet without shoes.

Ning Zhe brushed off his long clothes to cover the man's sight, and walked out.

The man stopped him with a long sword, and said: "The general has an order that the young master is not allowed to go out."

Ning Zhe noticed that his address to himself had changed.

It was Master Yang's order just now, but now he has become a general, and even the title of himself has become a young master.

If it wasn't for Huo Chen's order, these people's attitudes would never have changed so much.

Ning Zhe knew almost instantly that something happened to Qin Shen.

As soon as he bent down, he slipped out from under the man's sword.

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and quickly realized that he reached out to grab him.

If Ning Zhe was caught by him so easily, he would have been the assassin of the Zongheng Pavilion for so many years in vain.

He hides his clumsiness blindly on weekdays, for so long that many people have forgotten that he was originally a Grade A assassin in the Zongheng Pavilion, the god of death that terrified countless people.

The man looked at his empty hand in surprise.

He is naturally aware of his strength, the grab just now seemed random, but it was filled with internal strength, so it should never fail.

But...he just failed.

The man frowned, looking at Ning Zhe's back who had already run a long way.

"My lord...you are..." The soldier hesitated to take a step forward, with puzzlement in his eyes.

Although my lord has been demoted to a hundred households now, but he was also a well-known conquest general, so that was... on purpose?Or was it a momentary miss?

The man shook his head slightly, "It's nothing, just gather the troops in the mansion and stop him by all means, don't let him approach the front hall."

The soldier immediately cupped his fists, "Yes, my lord!"

Ning Zhe encountered many soldiers along the way.

Huo Chen is worthy of his personal appointment as the general of the God of War. The soldiers under his command emerge in endlessly. There are nearly a thousand soldiers hidden in such a small mansion.

Ning Zhe stuck his body behind the rockery, held his breath, and waited for the group of soldiers behind him to pass by, before walking across the corridor very quickly with his waist down.

"Found it! He's here!"

Coincidentally, a soldier who was hiding in the bushes to relieve himself found his trace, and immediately shouted, quickly attracting countless soldiers.

It's just that it's too late now.

Ning Zhe had already seen the open door in the front hall.

And, a man who fell unconscious on the ground.