I'm a killer with no emotions

The young man had no idea how attractive his appearance was.

A pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes like glazed phoenix eyes are full of brilliance, like spring water, the tails of the eyes are naturally raised, gently outlining a touch of bright red, and a bewitching mole of tears is dotted in the corner of the eyes, like a star in the dark night , is extremely eye-catching.

Those delicate lips are as red as blood, and when they tremble slightly, the white teeth and the pink tip of the tongue will be faintly visible, making people unconsciously imagine the taste of those lips...

If you say how much men hated the deceptive look of a young man before, how much they are interested in him now.

He really couldn't wait, he wanted to see the boy let go of all his defenses and give himself to him with all his heart.

Until then, he will break his wings again, let him fall into the dust, and let him be roughly possessed by others in the eyes of his sweetheart...

——The expression on the boy's face must be fascinating.

The man's heart was burning hot, but his face was calm and soft. He gently withdrew his hand and said considerately: "Since you are worried, I will not touch you. You can wash your body and come out, okay?"

The young man raised his head and stared at him blankly, his delicate lips were slightly parted, as if a little surprised.

The man lowered his head and kissed the center of his brow very lightly, his movements were precious and gentle.

"Hey, I'll wait for you outside alone."

After he finished speaking, he really turned around and left, as if he was really fulfilling his promise.

After he left, Ning Zhe gently covered his heart with a dazed expression.

No. 67 suddenly said 【Do you believe him? 】

Ning Zhe blinked and put down his hands.

He took off his clothes slowly, stepped into the hot spring water with his slender fair legs, and asked slowly [Can't you believe it? 】

[I said they are all lying to you! 】The voice of No. 67 is furious【Are you cheap!Getting scammed over and over again isn't enough!Also trust others! 】

Contrary to him, Ning Zhe looked extremely quiet.

He scooped up the spring water with both hands, and looked down at his own reflection in the water.

After a while, he pursed his lips lightly and smiled softly [No. 67, I didn't believe him]

No. 67 paused for a moment, and his voice gradually returned to indifference [It's fine if you don't have one, you just need to slowly collect the abused value]

Ning Zhe didn't speak.

His stomach is still hurting, it hurts like countless needle points churning inside, almost tearing his body apart.

However, Ning Zhe looked quiet, with no expression on his face, as if he didn't feel anything at all.

He cleaned himself up, put on the clothes left by the man in the black robe, walked out of the hot spring with a pale face.

Sure enough, the man was waiting for him in the side hall.

Seeing Ning folded out, he curled his lips and smiled.

The gentle temperament instantly softened the lines of his cold and rebellious face, and now he is as gentle as a real lover who wants to be good to Ning Zhe wholeheartedly.

But Ning Zhe could see clearly that there was always a dangerous light shining in his dark green eyes.

That's the excited look that a hunter can't help showing when he sees his favorite prey.

This person is different from Huo Chen Ningyan.

Huo Chen hated him, Ning Yan hated him, but the man in front of him was only interested in him.

He just wanted to see him struggling in pain.

"Qin slave, come, see if you like the clothes that Lonely Man made for you."

The man beckoned to him.

Ning Zhe's long eyelashes trembled, he closed his eyes lightly, and walked towards him quietly.

The man put a gorgeous robe on him, stared at Ning Zhe's unparalleled face, and sighed sincerely: "It's so beautiful..."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips uneasily, bowed to him cautiously, and said cautiously: "Thank you...His Royal Highness..."

The man supported his waist, brought him into his arms, raised his chin with one finger, "Qin Nu, are you angry because of what happened yesterday?"

Ning Zhe's eyes trembled slightly, he seemed a little shy to be hugged by him like this, and a blush appeared on his almost transparent cheeks.

He dodged his eyes, and mumbled, "No...no..."

"Since you are not angry, why don't you call Gu's name?"

The man's voice was deep and elegant, and he moved closer to Ning Zhe's cheek, the tip of his nose almost touching him.

The scorching breath sprayed on Ning Zhe's face, making his long eyelashes tremble, his cheeks became more and more attractive, and the tips of his fair and small ears almost dripped with blood, tempting people to take a bite.

The man's eyes suddenly darkened.

"I...I don't know...His Royal Highness's name..."

Ning Zhe sounded like a mosquito, extremely nervous.

"It seems that I really lost my memory..."

The man gave a low laugh, raised his head with his fingertips, and slowly said word by word: "The solitary will tell you now."

"Qin Nu, remember it, my name is Qingluan."

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment.

A scene inexplicably appeared in his mind——

A frail young man with an injured wing lay helplessly on the ground. Countless demons with ferocious faces showed their sharp fangs at him, gnawing at his flesh and blood.

The boy struggled in vain, and desperately stretched out his hand to the indifferent clansmen standing aside, but no one came to save him.

White means unknown to these demons.

They watched the boy with white wings fall into the purgatory of sin.

He brought disaster to the demons, and every demon hated him to the bone.

The man suddenly pinched his soft cheeks, and asked with a smile, "What are you thinking?"

Ning Zhe suddenly came back to his senses and blinked.

Those memories seemed to be resident in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what.

Ning Zhe looked up at the man.

The face of the boy in memory gradually overlapped with the cold face of the man in front of him.

They have exactly the same dark green pupils.

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered, as if a cold blue flame was flashing away very quickly.

The man didn't see it.

He lightly hugged Ning Zhe's waist, and rubbed the corner of his cracked lips.

With a light flash of light from the fingertips, the corners of the young man's delicate lips returned to their original state.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and hooked his lips in satisfaction.

Ning Zhe was startled, his eyes flickered slightly, "His Royal Highness..."

The man seduces in a low voice: "Call Gu's name."

Ning Zhe paused, his expression was in a trance, he gently opened his bright red lips, and said two words obediently: "Qing... Qingluan..."

The dark light in the man's pupils was sharp, and his breath gradually became thicker. A pair of eagle-like eyes stared at Ning Zhe, as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him.

Ning Zhe was frightened by his plundering breath, and shrank back in fear.

The movement of his struggle brought the man back to his senses, and he gradually regained his composure.

"Don't be afraid, I said before, I won't do anything to you."

Ning Zhe's defense made him seem a little lonely.

He picked Ning Zhe up, put him on the couch, pulled the quilt to wrap him lightly, and planned to leave.

Ning Zhe suddenly tugged on his sleeve.

The man's footsteps paused slightly, his dark green pupils flickered, and he turned around with a wry smile on his face.

"What's the matter, aren't you afraid of loneliness, stay away from you, isn't it good?"

Ning Zhe curled his fingertips slightly, his long eyelashes trembling.

The man saw the struggle in his heart, lightly brushed his hand away, and said in a hoarse voice: "Gu understands, what Gu did to you yesterday will eventually hurt you."

He clenched his fists tightly, with pain and struggle faintly appearing between his brows and eyes, "But I can't help it, I can only do that."

"The second prince has been eyeing Gu's position all the time. If Gu is merciful to you, he may be attacked by him again. At that time, Gu will not even be able to protect you..."

No one would be able to bear to see such a humble and self-reproaching look on such a lofty and unparalleled man.

Ning Zhe clenched his fingertips tightly, his throat moved slightly, and he gently parted his red lips, "No...it's okay..."

"Qingluan, I...I don't hate you..."

……

The man left with a smile on his face.

The cautious expression on Ning Zhe's face gradually subsided, returning to a quiet expression.

He curled up slightly, curled up under the quilt, and closed his eyes tightly.

Smoke from 67 escaped from his body.

"what happened to you?"

Ning Zhe bit his lip and shook his head.

No. 67 saw his abdominal pain, and said calmly: "You are a half-demon with supernatural power in your body, so you should not be afraid of that poison."

Ning Zhe slightly bent the corners of his lips, "It's okay, I'll be fine in a while..."

His voice gradually became weaker, and his breathing gradually became shallower.

No. 67 stared at him for a while, then suddenly approached him, and said softly, "If you fall asleep, I won't want you."

Ning Zhe's breathing became disordered.

He struggled, his curly eyelashes kept trembling, and opened them with all his might.

Ning Zhe stretched out his hand, and gently reached out to No. 67, with a trembling sound in his childish voice: "Don't...go..."

No. 67 looked at his weak waving hand, and was silent for a long time.

It seemed that an extremely light sigh escaped from someone's mouth, and was instantly swept away by the breeze without leaving a trace.

No. 67 let out a wisp of smoke, condensed into a pair of slender and handsome hands, and slowly wrapped Ning Zhe's thin white hands in his palms.

——"Don't cry, I won't go."