I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 223 When I get tired of playing, I will naturally let you die with peace of mind

Ning Zhe remembered.

Not only did he remember, but he personally delivered the dagger to Ning Zhi.

He remembered an incident that happened a long time ago when he first entered the palace.

At that time, he had not yet become a stand-in, pretending to be the bodyguard next to the emperor, observing the emperor's work and rest routine and the things that need to be dealt with every day, so as not to reveal his secrets in the future.

One time, when he entered the inner hall to report affairs, he accidentally saw the emperor forcing a person on the couch, hoarse and roaring something in a low voice.

Hidden by heavy curtains, Ning Zhe couldn't see clearly who was being suppressed on the couch, but only vaguely saw a cut on the white wrist of that person, and bright red blood was bubbling.

The emperor was still young and hadn't accepted his concubine yet, so Ning Zhe thought this was some court lady serving the house.

But she seemed to be contradicting the emperor, she lowered her voice and said angrily: "You...run away...what kind of bloodline..."

"I'll say it again, you gave me that heart as soon as possible! This time I don't care about you, and next time, don't blame me for treating you..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips were blocked by the person under him, and he let out a few soft moans.

The two quickly became entangled with each other, the cloth rubbed against each other, the gauze curtain trembled, and the sound of panting came and went.

Ning Zhe stood where he was, blinked, not knowing what to do.

The servant next to him whispered something, telling him to go out and wait, and Ning Zhe retreated obediently.

His hearing was very good, and it didn't take long before he heard a few quarrels and shouts from the hall, occasionally mixed with imperceptible moans of pain.

The next day, the emperor discussed with his ministers about the drafting of the empress, and King Pingnan contradicted him in public and acted arrogantly.

The emperor was furious, seized his military power, put him in prison, and sent him back to his fiefdom in the south of the Yangtze River someday.

On the day Ning Zhi returned to Jiangnan, the emperor called him into the palace, gave him a dagger stained with blood, and told him to send it to Ning Zhi, who was still King Pingnan at that time, and asked him to take a word with him.

——"From then on, there will be no relationship with Stranger Things in the End of the World."

When Ning Zhe handed the dagger to Ning Zhi, Ning Zhi didn't see any anger. He just smiled slightly and asked him, "Apart from this sentence, did Brother Huang say anything else?"

Ning Zhe recalled it for a while, and said honestly: "The emperor said that the weather in the south of the Yangtze River is cloudy and sunny. He doesn't like the water in the south. He told the prince not to return to Beijing in the future."

"He doesn't hate the water in the south, he hates the south."

Ning Zhi sneered, his face darkened, looking at the dagger, there was a bit of cold killing intent in his dark eyes.

"Go back and tell him that one day, this king will come back and ask him for everything that this king deserves!"

Ning Zhe brought the words to the emperor.

The emperor didn't say anything, his figure was hidden behind the dim curtain, looking a bit dim.

After a moment of silence, he waved his hand and told Ning to fold down.

Not long after, Ning Zhe became the emperor.

The emperor has a lot of things to do, he can't stop being busy all day long, and he has to face various assassinations.

This trivial matter was quickly forgotten by Ning Zhe.

It wasn't until today when he saw the dagger that Ning Zhe remembered that such a thing had happened back then.

Now he is no longer as ignorant as he was back then. Several things are strung together, and after thinking about it for a while, he realizes what happened.

His eyes lightly fell on the dagger in Ning Zhi's hand.

This dagger is very recognizable, the blade is like a crescent moon, its radiance is snow-white, like flowing water under the moon, on the handle of the knife is embellished with a crystal clear glazed jade, half of which is red as blood, and half of which is as green as emerald, with a clear boundary.

Just like the two brothers of the royal family, born from the same root, they are like fire and water.

"Brother Huang refused to take me back then, and he even abandoned this dagger like a shoe, and sent someone to send it back."

Ning Zhi walked to him as he spoke, the sharp point of the knife touched Ning Zhe's face, and the blade lifted his chin, "I don't know if I have any regrets now?"

Ning Zhe raised his head, and saw the same resentment and cold murderous intent in his eyes at a glance.

"No." Ning Zhe looked calm, "I only regret that I didn't kill you earlier."

Ning Zhi laughed loudly, and patted his cheek, "Brother Huang's mouth is still as merciless as ever, but unfortunately you are no longer the emperor before. Brother Huang is now at the bottom of the steps, why don't you know how to be more obedient?"

Ning Zhe faintly sensed something was wrong from his words.

Ning Zhi sneered, raised his hands and ordered someone to drag him into the inner hall, and tied his hands and feet to the four agarwood bedposts beside the couch.

Ning Zhe's face changed slightly, "Ning Zhi! What are you doing!"

"What are you doing?" Ning Zhi pressed up with a smirk, and roughly tore off his messy and dirty clothes, "Naturally doing what the emperor brother did to me before!"

Ning Zhe was dumbfounded.

What did the emperor do to his own brother!

Why did the promised brother fight against the wall become such a drama! ?

He stared at the crazy-looking young man in a daze, held back for a long time, and squeezed out a few dry and non-threatening words, "You, you let me go..."

Ning Zhi laughed, and caressed his face ambiguously, "Don't worry, Brother Huang, when I get tired of playing, I will naturally let go of Brother Huang, so that you can die in peace of mind, Brother Huang!"

"..."

Ning Zhe suddenly regretted why he didn't listen to Huo Chen.

Huo Chen told him very early on that he should be careful and beware of Ning Zhi, and it is best to get rid of him in advance, otherwise it will lead to disaster.

But every time he mentioned this matter to the emperor, the emperor would not allow him to do anything to Ning Zhi, and even punished him for it.

As time passed, Ning Zhe didn't think about it anymore, and let Ning Zhi develop his power all the time, so that he fell into this unfavorable situation now.

And most importantly - he has no idea where the real emperor is.

In the past, the emperor forbade Ning Zhe to bully his younger brother. If he really gave his younger brother to..., wouldn't he be so angry that he would kill him when the emperor came back?

Ning Zhe looked at the people who were getting closer and closer to him, swallowed lightly, and said calmly: "Ning Zhi, you will regret doing this."

Ning Zhi sneered, and stabbed the dagger fiercely into the side of his face. The sharp edge immediately cut through Ning Zhe's delicate skin, bringing out a string of blood beads.

Ning Zhe suffered from pain and frowned.

"I just like to see the despicable look of the emperor begging for mercy."

Ning Zhi smiled, and wiped the blood from his face with his fingertips, "Brother Huang couldn't take it anymore, so he begged me, maybe I can be gentle and spare Brother Huang's life."

Ning Zhe's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, "You..."

"What about me? When the emperor forced me back then, he should have thought that he would..."

Ning Zhi's words stopped abruptly.

A black shadow appeared behind him at some point, grabbed his neck with one hand and slammed it on the bedpost, he rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.

"There is someone behind you..." Ning Zhe sighed, and then completed the rest of the sentence.

It's a pity that Ning Zhi couldn't hear it.

Ning Zhe glanced at him, blinked his black eyes, and looked at the man standing by the couch, without speaking for a while.

No. 67 threw the unconscious Ning Zhi aside, kicked him away, knelt on one knee on the couch, lowered his eyes, and untied the rope on his wrist.

Ning Zhe still remembered what happened before and didn't want to talk to him.

Number 67 was also silent.

The hall was so silent that only the breathing of the two could be heard.

Ning Zhe was a little uncomfortable, looking up at No. 67's long black eyelashes, counting how many there were.

No. 67's eyes are particularly beautiful, with long and narrow phoenix pupils, crow-green eyelashes, and slightly raised eye tails with icy arcs, and a slight squint can make people feel the extreme pressure of sharpness.

When he looks at you coldly, you can feel the endless frost and snow blades coming across your face, and even the flesh and blood have been stripped to nothing.

But if he was very happy, his eyes would be as soft and affectionate as if they were filled with warm water, making people aware of the danger and willing to drown in them.

It's a pity that this person is always cloudy and sunny for a while, he can't see clearly, and he is rarely happy.

When Ning Zhe was in a daze, No. 67 had already untied him, and was stroking his red wrist gently, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ning moved his fingertips and retracted his hand.

No. 67 held it empty and raised his eyes to look at him.

His pupils were as dark and quiet as a starry night, mysterious and profound. When he looked up like this, it was like a scroll of galaxy ink painting slowly unfolding in front of him.

Ning Zhe felt that something jumped in his heart.

He quickly moved his eyes away, looked at the bright yellow top of his head, and pursed his lips in silence.

No. 67 was silent for a long time before opening his mouth. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully, so the speed of his speech was extremely slow, almost jumping out word by word.

"Ji Ye said, you like red axe."

"In the future, I will never stop you from getting close to him."

Ning Zhe didn't know what he wanted to do, so he didn't speak, his face looked very cold.

No. 67 tightened his fingers, "I brought him out, you...do you want to hug?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sleeping child wearing a red lotus bellyband appeared on his hand.

Ning Zhe's pupils slightly opened.

This man picked up the red axe with a rope in his apron, and he was not afraid of strangling him to death!

He immediately stretched out his hand to take the red axe, and when he saw it, the child's face was flushed, his little hands kept trembling, and tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes, it was pitiful.

Ning Zhe coaxed him softly.

No. 67 also took the opportunity to come over, squeezed Chi Yue's hand, and said softly: "Don't worry, I've treated him, and he will wake up soon."

Ning Zhe silently looked at Chiyue's little white hand with a bright red mark on it, and really wanted to say, if you do this a few times, you will still pass out when you wake up.

"fold……"

"Ah... fold..."

Chi Yue probably sensed that Ning Zhe was hugging him, spit out a string of water vapor bubbles from his mouth, grabbed Ning Zhe's skirt tightly, and hugged him without letting go.

Ning Zhe hugged him for a while, then returned him to No. 67.

"...No more?"

Ning Zhe raised his eyes and glanced at him slowly.

"..."

No. 67 swallowed the rest of the words, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Anyway, Ning Zhi can't stay here anymore. When he wakes up, he will blame you sooner or later. I'll take you back to the system space, okay?"

Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

No. 67 sighed, "I managed to inform Qin Shen, he should be here soon, with him here, Ning Zhi shouldn't be able to do anything to you."

After he finished speaking, he held Ning Zhe's face, and put the tip of his nose against him, "Baby, don't be angry, okay?"