I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 217 Is the TV bad or the instant noodles bad?

Cliffs and streams, waterfalls flow straight down, splashing snow-white water on the boulders in the stream.

The bamboo pavilion stands tall on the grass bank, and the scenery is quiet and elegant.

A blue shadow sits in the pavilion, and the sound of the zither flutters in the wind, touching people's hearts.

The young master's eyebrows and eyes are like ink paintings, his nose is like a gall, and his lips are like stains. He is elegant and elegant, mixed with the meaning of winter snow and coldness.

"grown ups."

A servant boy walked lightly behind him, raised his brows and said in a low voice: "That... has returned."

There was a muffled sound of "Zheng".

There was a sudden pause in the sound of the piano.

Qin Shen lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he stroked the tight strings with his fingertips, and gave a faint "hmm", "Got it, let's go."

The servant boy hesitated a little.

"Anything else?"

"Your Majesty..." The servant boy lowered his head in fear, "Your Majesty said...you should leave the city immediately, arrest..., behead, behead for public display."

Qin Shen was silent for a long time, his eyes were so clear that he couldn't see clearly.

"Go and report to His Majesty, the minister obeys the order."

"My lord!?" The servant boy blurted out in surprise, "But didn't you say that you can't hurt..."

Qin Shen raised his eyelids and glanced at him indifferently, the servant boy was startled, and immediately shut his mouth in shock.

"Your Majesty has an order. As a minister, you should do your best."

After he finished speaking, he ordered the boy to prepare the horse, "Where are you?"

"The general will enter the city and rest at the inn...My lord, do you want to send someone with you?"

Qin Shen shook his head, took the reins from him, and left the mansion alone.

At this time, Ning Zhe's butt just touched the wooden bench.

He snorted, his body stiffened, and his eyes were moist with water.

They drove the road for three days in a row, the dry road was potholed and difficult to walk, Ning Zhe was bumping in the rough carriage, his buttocks were almost worn out.

The high priest and Yun Lan had already gone back to the Xingxing Pavilion.

They took Chi Yue, Ji Yi and others as hostages, and they were not afraid of Ning Zhe running away alone.

Ning Zhe rubbed his butt, his quiet eyes were inexplicably aggrieved.

"What's the matter, does it hurt?" Su Xing noticed that he was strange, walked over to ask him, and made a gesture to reach out to touch him.

How can a man's butt be groped?

Ning Zhe avoided his hand vigilantly and said, "I don't hurt."

In front of the crowd, Su Xing's movements abruptly stopped.

"...Fine, I won't touch you, you...you can do it yourself." Su Xing shook his head helplessly, turned around and sat on another table.

Ning Zhe glanced at him lightly, with no emotion in his eyes.

Xiao Er came up to him wearing a sweat towel and asked Ning Zhe if he would like to order something. Ning Zhe thought about it and asked him to report the menu.

No. 67 thought he was going to choose an order, but in the end his eyes lit up and he ordered a portion of everything.

"...Didn't I just give you noodles?"

"It's not enough to eat." Ning Zhe complained, "Number 67 is too stingy."

No. 67 choked.

Who would eat three bags of instant noodles at a time and think it's not enough!Is it because you can eat too much? !

He stared at Ning Zhe's pink and attractive lips, parted the corners of his lips and sneered, "Okay, you are hungry, I will feed you next time, if you can't eat, you have to swallow it!"

Ning Zhe blinked, feeling that what he said was not the same as what he said.

However, he still listened to No. 67's words, and only wanted two white flour steamed buns, a dish of side dishes, and a bowl of tea.

The good name is: To be a prisoner must have the appearance of being a prisoner.

Soon the steamed buns were served, Ning Zhe reached out and grabbed one, peeled off the skin tightly, and gnawed on the soft part inside.

No. 67 is simply invisible.

Ning Zhe didn't care about him, and enjoyed eating alone.

He has a big mouth, but he is also easy to feed.

Before entering the Zongheng Pavilion, he even gnawed on dead human flesh, let alone these good things.

For so many years, only in front of No. 67 can Ning Zhe play petty temper from time to time, because only No. 67 will indulge his petty temper and play with him.

It was so pitiful to see him, No. 67 had a rare conscience and showed him an episode of cartoons for him to watch while eating.

As soon as Ling Ji entered the city, she disappeared without a trace, no one knew where she went, and no one sat with him.

Ning Zhe sat in the corner, facing the whole table by himself.

The other places in the lobby are bustling with activity, but his place is deserted and dead, without even a decent dish, it really looks so pitiful and helpless.

No one knows, he is actually complaining to No. 67 in his mind why Big Big Wolf talks so much and let the sheep go away every time.

A cyan figure stood at the door of the inn, his eyes stayed on the lonely and pale young man for a long time, his eyes were clear and indistinguishable.

No. 67 glanced at him, then continued to argue with Ning Zhe on the childish question of whether wolves are too stupid or sheep are too smart.

After the group finished their meal, they planned to continue their journey.

Just when Ning Zhe was about to step out of the inn gate, suddenly, a sharp knife crossed his neck.

At this moment, countless guards in black armor appeared from the darkness and surrounded the inn.

The inn, which had a peaceful atmosphere, suddenly became noisy and panicked. Countless people shouted "the officers and soldiers are here to arrest people", and hurriedly tried to escape. The tables and chairs fell to the ground, and the ground was in a mess.

A refined and peaceful voice sounded, "Everyone, don't panic, I was ordered to arrest treasoners, and it has nothing to do with you."

His voice was powerful and soothing, and soon the noisy crowd calmed down and looked towards the door.

"Your Majesty, it's been a long time. I don't know if you still remember me?" The voice in the darkness chuckled again and approached.

The voice sounded familiar, Ning paused, and turned to look to the side.

"So, it seems that I have not forgotten."

A man dressed as a Confucian scholar emerged from the darkness with a smile, waving a folding fan under the red lantern, with the elegant demeanor of a literati and poet.

With just one glance, Ning Zhe recognized him as one of Huo Chen's trusted aides, the one named Yang Yan, who once pretended to be a member of the Wu tribe and entered the Dingbei Palace as an undercover agent.

"Since you know who I am, you should also understand why I came here this time."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, removed the tip of the knife near Ning Zhe's throat, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty said that he wants to see you."

Ning Zhe frowned and took half a step back.

In just such a short while, his skin was cut open by the sharp murderous aura carried by the knife, and blood flowed out.

Su Xing stared at the bloodstain, frowned indiscernibly, and took a step forward to block him.

"I am ordered by the high priest to bring this person back to the Xingxing Pavilion. Can you let me go?"

Yang Yan smiled kindly: "Your Majesty has an order, so we can do errands, can't we? Your Majesty will explain it to the high priest later, why don't you give way first?"

Su Xing frowned, and looked around.

It's just that there are four teams of guards holding torches at the inn, and there are also flames flickering on the street not far away, and almost all the guards in the city have been dispatched.

In order to catch Ning Zhe, the new emperor of Dayue did not hesitate to do anything.

"What is a traitor? What's going on..."

"The boy at the door? Who the hell is he? Don't hurt innocent people like us..."

"I've heard a bit... It is said that the high priest has returned to the city."

"What does that have to do with this matter?"

"The high priest was ordered to bring back the remnant veins of the gods! Look at the clothes of those people, aren't they the servants of the Zodiac Pavilion?"

Someone exclaimed, "You mean that boy... is Ning Zhe!?"

As soon as the sound came out, there was a commotion in the inn.

Ning Zhe, the deposed emperor of the Great Yue, with the remnant veins of the gods, is the magic medicine that can life and death human flesh and bones.

No one in the world knows.

During these days, the demons aggressively attacked Dayue, but it is said that the remnant of the god of heaven was transferred to the demon realm and became Lord Rao Shizi.

The moment the demons broke through the border, countless people of Dayue were devoured by the demons, many soldiers lost their lives for this, and the country of Dayue was almost destroyed.

However, when they were struggling in dire straits, this so-called divine vein disregarded their lives and went to the Demon Realm to have a good time!

If this is not a treason, who else is! ?

"kill him!"

Suddenly someone yelled angrily.

"Yes, kill him! Kill this sinner and do justice for the heavens!"

The crowd was so excited that some people even grabbed the dishes on the table and threw them towards Ning Zhe.

Su Xing frowned, held Ning Zhe in his arms, opened those messy things with a wave of his hand, and stared at those people with cold eyes.

After all, he has half the blood of the demon race, and this look is quite intimidating, and everyone's movements are restrained, not daring to be too presumptuous.

Su Xing turned around, looked at Ning Zhe, bent down, and stroked his head skillfully, "Xiao Zhe, don't be afraid, I'll take you away."

Ning Zhe had a strange expression on his face.

After Su Xing finished this action, he was also stunned for a while.

Why did he have a familiar feeling when he did this?

Xiao Zhe... When did he get so close to Ning Zhe?

At this moment, his brows and eyes have faded from the hypocritical smiles of the previous few days, and he has a bit of the shadow of being awake in the past.

Ning Zhe looked at him for a moment, then suddenly opened his hand and pushed him away, "Don't worry about it."

"Indeed, an outsider can't control the state affairs of Dai Viet."

Yang Yan laughed, and led the people over, separated Su Xing from the servants behind him, and looked at Ning Zhe with a smile.

"Your Majesty, you should be aware of the consequences of making trouble here, right? Compared to Dayue, you are nothing in the High Priest's heart. Do you think he will break up with His Majesty because of you?

As for the young master next to you who doesn't know whether he is a man or a devil, you don't want to see him lose his life, do you? "

Ning Zhe looked at him without saying a word.

"You are a smart man." Yang Yan smiled, retracted the folding fan, straightened his face, bent down, and made a "please" gesture to Ningzhe.

"Your Majesty, shall we go?"

Ning Zhe looked back and looked behind him.

The eyes of countless people in the inn were on him.

Hate, loathing, greed, malice.

It's the same as before, everyone wants to burn a hole in him and make him pay for it in pieces.

Ning narrowed her eyes, turned around, and walked down the steps.

Su Xing took a step forward, but Ning Zhe gave him a cold look, and stood still on the spot without moving.

Ning Zhe returned to the place he was most familiar with.

The moment the prison door closed, Ning Zhe opened his dead black eyes, stared blankly for a long moment, and asked softly in his heart [No. 67, am I unable to get out again]

[What do you do when you go out? Is it because the TV is not good or the instant noodles are not delicious? 】

With a casual smile in No. 67's cold voice, a slender figure appeared in front of him, and he stretched out a hand to him [I made a swing, do you want to come in and play? 】