I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 31 Ning Zhe, You Are Sad

Ning Zhe stared at him with a pair of hazy tearful eyes.

Not only had he seen the witchcraft, but he had used it to save the life of the man in front of him.

But this person doesn't even remember.

Ning Zhe sniffed, gradually stopped crying, sobbed softly and asked him: "Uncle Huang, did you let me go if I told you?"

As a result, Lan'er lost her life in vain, how can she just let it go, she is really greedy.

Ning Yan frowned, disgust flashed in his eyes, but he patted his head and coaxed: "That's right, Ah Zhe, as long as you save Lan'er, Uncle Huang will let you go."

As soon as he finished speaking, 67 immediately said 【He is lying to you】

Ning Zhe paused for a moment, but said [He said before that he would not lie to me]

No. 67 was stunned for a moment, then snorted coldly [Believe it or not]

Ning Yan didn't know that he was talking to someone from the bottom of his heart, seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, he thought that he didn't trust him.

The little emperor had always been suspicious and suspicious, and Ning Yan was not surprised.

He was not in a hurry to ask the little emperor about this, but stretched out his hand to pick him up, took him to wash up, changed into clean clothes, and ordered the pharmacist to connect the little emperor's broken left finger bone, Bandage up.

The movements are delicate and gentle, almost making people think that he really loves Ning Zhe.

"A Zhe, are you hungry? How about Uncle Huang let someone make some of your favorite pastries?"

Ning Zhe was still dizzy and couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north, but when he heard this, he immediately woke up, clenched Ning Yan's skirt, and shook his head palely.

He... he will never eat pastry again!

Seeing his refusal, Ning Yan frowned slightly, with a hint of impatience on his face.

Ning Zhe glanced at him carefully, and whispered: "Uncle Emperor... I, I am not hungry..."

These words fit Ning Yan's wishes.

He was just coaxing the little emperor, since the little emperor was not hungry, it saved him from bothering to feed him.

Seeing the little emperor staring at the teapot on the table in a daze, Ning Yan poured a cup of tea and slowly fed him.

Ning Zhe finally drank the water, and licked his cracked lips contentedly, trying to moisten it and relieve the pain.

Ning Yan saw the tip of his bright red and tender tongue in and out between his lips and teeth, and for some reason, felt a little hot in his heart.

——The little tongue must taste very sweet.

Ning Yan had this kind of thought inexplicably in his heart, as if he had tasted it a long time ago.

This is the little emperor, his own nephew, how could it be possible.

Ning Yan collected himself, suppressed the sense of absurdity in his heart, and when he remembered Lan'er who was killed by the little emperor himself, his expression turned cold again.

Ning Yan stretched out his hand to touch Ning Zhe's white and tender cheeks, with cold killing intent hidden in his eyes, but his voice was soft and affectionate: "Ah Zhe, good boy, tell the emperor the whereabouts of the secret technique, okay?"

Ning Zhe seemed to be drowning in his rare tenderness, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

He lowered his head, rubbed Ning Yan's warm palm lightly, and said in a soft voice: "Okay, as long as the emperor wants to know, I... I can tell the emperor anything."

He raised his head, looking at Ning Yan with a pair of bright black eyes, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, clear and pure.

Ning Yan was slightly taken aback, unexpectedly at a certain moment, he saw Yun Lan through him.

what happened to him?

Ning Yan squeezed the space between his brows, calmed down, quickly suppressed the strange feeling, and asked the little emperor, "Where did Ah Zhe read this secret technique?"

Ning Zhe said obediently: "It's in the imperial palace, the Library Pavilion."

Ning Yan paused slightly with his fingertips.

The Imperial Palace Collection Pavilion is an important place that only the emperor can enter.

He was originally feared by Ning Zhi and the Royalist faction in the court, if he proposes to enter Zangshu Pavilion at this time, it will be like adding fuel to the fire and intensifying the conflict.

Ning Yan's eyes were slightly dark, and his long and slender fingers gently caressed Ning Zhe's face, staring at him closely: "Azhe, you won't lie to Uncle Huang, will you?"

Ning Zhe trembled slightly, nodded shyly, and leaned tightly into his arms, wishing he could curl himself into a ball.

"I... really won't lie to the emperor..."

Ning Yan looked down at him for a while, the thought in his eyes gradually faded away.

It should be that he was worrying too much. With a cowardly and stupid mind like the little emperor, how could he think of framing him.

When Ning Yan got the answer, his attitude immediately became cold, he threw the little emperor off his body, threw him on the ground, and waved someone in to take him down.

Ning Zhe raised his head in a daze: "Uncle... You, didn't you say that you would let me go?"

Ning Yan squeezed his chin tightly, her voice was indifferent and cruel: "I did say that once you save Lan'er, I will let you go."

Seeing that Ning Zhe looked up at him in a daze, as if he still didn't understand, Ning Yan opened his mouth and explained, "But Ah Zhe, you haven't given Lan'er your heart yet, so how can you save him?"

Ning Zhe murmured: "Change... change your heart..."

"Yes, change your mind. Ah Zhe, the day you killed Lan'er, you should have thought that you would have today."

Ning Yan finished speaking indifferently, and sent someone to drag him into the dungeon.

Ning Zhe finally came back to his senses, and hugged his calf, tears streaming down his face, "Uncle Huang, don't... I don't want to go to the water prison anymore..."

The moment Ning Zhe touched him, Ning Yan suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, which made him flustered for no reason, as if something was about to leave him.

Ning Yan was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he slapped Ning Zhe on the face and kicked him away, "You disgusting thing, don't touch me!"

"Hmm..." Ning Zhe snorted and rolled weakly on the ground, coughing up blood heavily.

The guards on both sides quickly grabbed Ning's arms and dragged him up.

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and let others fiddle without moving. His long and curly eyelashes fell gently, covering a pool of calm and stagnant water.

Ning Yan felt that the little emperor seemed to be different in some way, but he couldn't tell the difference, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

He grabbed Ning Zhe by the hair, forced him to look up, and snorted coldly: "A Zhe, don't worry, this king will not let you die before you get the secret technique."

"Take him down, and if someone escapes again, I will redeem with your lives!"

The guards didn't dare to be careless, and said in a deep voice, they dragged Ning Zhe into the dungeon and put him under strict supervision.

Ning Zhe was not hung up by piercing the bones this time, but was directly shackled and thrown into the icy cold pool.

He choked on several sips of water before he struggled to float to the shore, and coughed violently as he grabbed the edge of the shore.

The voice of No. 67 is indifferent [I said, he is lying to you]

Ning Zhe was a little dazed, and murmured [He clearly said, he would not lie to me, he clearly said...]

[Abused value +5%.This is heart abuse value, Ning Zhe, you are sad]

No. 67 paused, the emotion in his voice was inexplicable [You said earlier that you wanted to help Huo Chen kill Dingbei Wang, can you do it]

Ning Zhe couldn't hear the words of No. 67, his breathing was a little short, the fire in his eyes was steaming, blood was like mist, and gradually filled his eyes.

——"Master, if one day in the future, you forget your subordinates, what should you do?"

——"I will never forget you, if there is such a day, then you will kill me."

Ning Zhe's eyes were blank, and he murmured: "Kill him...I'm going to kill him..."