I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 222 I don't want to be good, I don't want to listen

No. 67 ignored his struggle, threw off the quilt, picked him up like a chicken, and went to see his injuries.

"I'm fine, let me go, I don't want you to touch me!"

Ning Zhe wanted to push him away, but he was grabbed by the wrist and cut behind him.

"Don't touch it?" No. 67 grabbed his chin and raised it, sneering, "Ning Zhe, who gave you the right to refuse? Why should I listen to you?"

Ning Zhe clenched his lips and stared at him, his black and white eyes were stained with the magnificent color of anger, which was more different than the usual quietness.

"No. 67, you are the same as them." His chest heaved a few times, and he choked out a sentence between his teeth, which was so hoarse.

No. 67's eyes were suddenly cold, and he pressed him under him, his eyes were red, and he almost couldn't control the raging emotion in his heart.

Ning Zhe looked at him coldly, without any fear, "Are you trying to bully me again like before?"

Number 67's fingers clenched tightly, desperately suppressing the momentary churning rage in his heart, knelt down on the bed, pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly, panting violently.

"Ning Zhe, don't choke with me, I'm afraid I won't be able to control it."

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

"Be good, okay?" No. 67 closed his eyes tightly, resting his chin on his shoulder, with bulging veins on his forehead, dripping cold sweat, gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice: "Be good, I will treat you well, I will Give you my all."

"Not good." Ning folded his lips and spit out two words.

He has always been very obedient and obedient, and he has never blushed when he was with No. 67 these days. He has always played the role of Ning Zhe, whom No. 67 likes.

But now he is tired and he doesn't want to act anymore.

"Why should I be good, why should I be obedient. I don't want to do tasks, I just want to resurrect God."

Ning Zhe pushed him away and looked directly at his face with a cold expression, "If you want to kill me, you can do it now."

The blood in No. 67's eyes grew more and more, turning into a mess, wrapping him tightly inside, making him suffocate unbearably.

He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, "I'm sorry, I was wrong yesterday, I shouldn't insult you."

"No, you're right." Ning Zhe looked at him, "I'm just a container, heartless and emotionless, I'm just stupid, I believe that Xuanxuan will exist, I'm cheap, I go to the pole to please the high priest, To be bullied by Yunlan."

"You didn't insult me, what you said was the truth, I just..."

67 suddenly opened his eyes, leaned forward, and firmly blocked his chattering soft lips.

Ning Zhe's pupils shrank, his harsh words were blocked in his throat, and his voice stopped abruptly.

No. 67 pried open his lips and teeth, broke into his mouth and ravaged, hooked his tongue, trying to occupy his whole mind.

The breath is robbed, and the mind is hooked away.

Ning Zhe raised his head, his eyes gradually blurred, and a strand of silver thread uncontrollably leaked out from the corner of his mouth, crying and humming uncomfortably, trying to push him away.

No. 67 let go of him, and kissed his lips lightly.

Ning Zhe no longer had the strength to resist, and fell into his arms, closing his eyes and panting.

No. 67 hugged him without speaking, nor did he let go.

"What the hell are you trying to do..."

After a long time, Ning folded his head against his shoulder and asked feebly, his voice trembling with pain.

"I don't want to do anything, I said I exist only for you." No. 67 rubbed his hair, his voice hoarse, "I just want you to be obedient."

"But I don't want to hear it."

"good."

Ning Zhe stopped talking.

He started a cold war with number 67.

No matter what No. 67 said, he didn't respond or pay attention.

Ning Zhi was extremely aggressive in the morning. No. 67 helped him block the torment of those instruments of torture, and used illusion, which did not really hurt him.

But the cell was too dark and cold, Ning Zhe stayed outside last night and was frostbitten.

No. 67 silently applied the medicine to him, but Ning Zhe didn't resist, so No. 67 asked him if he was hungry.

Ning Zhe glanced at him indifferently, took out the key, and went straight out of the system space.

No. 67's face was drooping.

"You can't do this. Xiao Zhe will take the soft and not the hard. If you treat him well, he will naturally treat you well. You know that he is most afraid of being called a monster. You bullied him so much yesterday, and now you count on him Give you a good face, why?"

Ji Liang sat at the side, drinking tea, and said slowly.

Cang Lan was reading the newspaper at the side, and nodded in approval when she heard the words, "Master Shenzi has a very stubborn temper."

No. 67 slowly turned his eyes to look at the two of them, his eyes were as cold as frost, and a powerful coercion immediately spread over his face.

Cang Lan snorted and vomited blood.

There was nothing serious about Ji Liang, but the teacup in his hand couldn't bear the pressure, it shattered with a "click", spilling all over him.

Ji Yan rubbed her forehead with a headache, "It's useless for your Excellency to get angry at me, it's better to think about how to coax Xiao Zhe well if you have this time."

No. 67 said nothing.

He needs to know how to coax people, so he doesn't need to waste time here.

Ji Ye pointed him out and said, "Xiao Zhe likes the present Lord very much."

No. 67 turned livid, turned around and disappeared.

He appeared in Chi Yue's room, lifted the sleeping child up, stared at him coldly with a knife in his eyes.

In his sleep, Chi Yue seemed to sense the danger, his small hands clenched into fists, tremblingly curled up in front of his chest, his body curled up uncomfortably, his brows were tightly frowned, and there were a few milky trills from his pink lips, " fold... fold..."

No. 67's fingers tightened again and again, but at least he suppressed the killing intent in his heart and let go of his fragile neck.

Ning Zhe didn't know that his baby was almost strangled to death.

Xue and Ling told him that someone was coming, and he immediately left the system space.

Not long after, a person entered the cell.

The man's footsteps were very light, with an elegant and quiet orchid fragrance on his body, he didn't do anything, just stood beside him silently.

Ning Zhe pretended to faint.

The man bent down, and his slightly warm fingers gently brushed his cheeks, and there was a feeling of delicate cold jade touching his face, gentle but with a bit of eerie coolness.

Ning Zhe's body trembled uncontrollably.

The man probably noticed it and paused.

It didn't take long for him to be covered with a warm coat with body temperature and a soft orchid fragrance.

Ning Zhe was startled, and opened his eyes.

"It's cold, the emperor pays attention to his health."

Ning turned around and looked at him blankly.

The man stroked his face with his handsome fingers, and asked the same question as when they first met: "Shall I leave with my minister?"

He waited for a while, but did not get an answer from Ning Zhe, so he got up and left calmly.

It was the same as when it came, quietly, without leaving any waves, as if it had never come.

Ning Zhe grabbed the fox fur with dark green bamboo pattern in his hand in a daze, and murmured, "Qin Shen..."

Not long after Qin Shen went to the prison, Ning Zhi got the news and called him into the palace.

"Qin Aiqing used to have friendship with Brother Huang?" He smiled, showing no trace of anger.

Qin Shen cupped his hands with a calm expression, "Return to Your Majesty, there is nothing."

"Speaking of which, the last time I ordered Aiqing to arrest Brother Huang, it seems that Aiqing couldn't bear to do it until the end. Why?"

"The emperor is suspicious, and the minister is not unbearable, it's just that the time has not come."

Ning Zhi raised his lips and looked at him with a smile, but changed the subject, "Ai Qing also thinks that my brother Huang is very beautiful. Although he has changed his body, he is even more attractive."

Qin Shen narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"Unfortunately, my brother, no matter how much I hate him, he is still my thing. Anyone else who wants to covet him is against me, and will become a dead person sooner or later."

Ning Zhi walked beside him and smiled meaningfully, "Are you right, Qin Aiqing?"

Qin Shen's eyes were silent in the ancient well, and he said calmly: "What your Majesty said is absolutely true."

Ning Zhi smiled, "Ai Qing has always been a smart person."

He said he was tired, so he asked Qin Shen to go back.

Qin Shen narrowed his eyes, saluted quietly, and stepped back.

When walking out of the palace gate, I ran into Yang Yan who had just entered the palace.

When the two passed by, Yang Yan said to him: "Your Majesty just beat the prime minister again? It's not that the officials talk too much, the prime minister must know that if you don't do some things, it will be too late."

Qin Shen turned to look at him, his handsome face was smudged like ink painting, with a calm and calm demeanor.

He said: "Master Yang should also know that there are some things that can be done and some things that cannot be done."

Yang Yan laughed, "The lower officials only know that it doesn't matter whether you do it or not, as long as you don't let yourself regret it."

Qin Shen said nothing, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Yang Yan looked at his back, shook his head, and went into the palace to see Ning Zhi.

Ning Zhe hugged Qin Shen's leftover clothes, and sat on the cold couch in a daze, his mind was empty and his eyes were dull.

The setting sun is gradually setting, the afterglow is cold and cold, and the jackdaws are screaming.

Not long into the night, a team of guards walked in and took him out of the cell.

When he walked to the gate of the prison, Ning Zhe saw Yang Yan standing under the tree.

"Your Majesty." He walked over with a smile, waving his folding fan, "I haven't seen you for a few days, you've been cleared up, and our Majesty is really capable of doing it."

Ning Zhe looked calmly and said nothing.

Yang Yan shook his head, waved a folding paper fan, and sighed lightly. Even though he was wearing scale armor, he was still full of literati demeanor, and he didn't show any murderous aura.

Ning Zhe looked at him for a while, then suddenly asked: "My lord is here, what about Yan Pei and Lin Li?"

Yang Yan smiled, "The two of them attempted to trespass into the Xingxing Pavilion not long ago, but I have captured them and beheaded them at the Meridian Gate."

He paused for a moment, then said calmly: "Is it possible that the whole world is a king, how can you allow others to be presumptuous? These two people deserve to die. Your majesty, if you have time to worry about these two people, you should worry about yourself first. The majesty called you into the palace for no reason." Palace, it must not be a good thing."

This is not bad, but anything that has something to do with Ning Zhi is not good.

When Ning Zhe was brought into the dark palace, Ning Zhi was wiping a sharp and delicate dagger in his hand.

A ray of cold light slid from the snow-white blade to the tip, dazzling and cold to the extreme.

The door of the palace closed heavily behind him.

Ning Zhi raised his eyes, raised the dagger in his hand, and looked at him with a smile: "Brother Huang, do you still remember this thing?"