After running for an unknown distance, the two men finally stopped.

The tyrant frowned and said loudly: "The taste."

He found it with great difficulty.

An Jiu looked at him breathlessly, feeling helpless: "Let's check it another day. Today is not the right time."

What happened just now has caused a big stir, and not everyone has seen the tyrant. Moreover, An Jiu now feels a little scared when he thinks about it. The tyrant almost went berserk again. If he goes crazy and kills people uncontrollably in the crowd, this kingdom might change hands before tomorrow.

But the tyrant was obviously unhappy, and he stared at Anjiu with unfriendly eyes.

"smell!"

An Jiu said tiredly: "It's all your fault that you messed up, otherwise I wouldn't have run away."

Now the tyrant was even more unhappy.

Blame him for everything?

Blame him for everything?

What did he do wrong again?

How abominable!

He stared at Anjiu and said loudly, "The taste."

An Jiu was frightened by him and couldn't help but take a step back. Thinking of the cheating guards and palace maids who were killed, a hint of fear unconsciously flashed in her eyes.

"Why are you yelling so loudly..."

The tyrant frowned.

How loud was he?

An Jiu was also a little angry. It was inexplicable. She came to this place to be a slave and serve two psychopaths. She was busy all day long. Even when the dogs were asleep at night, she still came out to work overtime. It would have been fine if she had worked overtime, but she also encountered a crazy boss, and she still tried to make up for it...

The rumors in the entertainment circle are so true, she is the one who wipes the emperor's ass...

Who did she offend?

She is just an ordinary cow and horse, and cannot be the emperor's mount...

The more An Jiu thought about it, the more wronged he felt, and the angrier he became. He couldn't help but stare at the tyrant with red eyes.

Now the tyrant was dumbfounded.

He stood there, frowning, his face still looking fierce, but his heart was full of confusion.

[I didn’t yell.] 】

【No one yelled loudly. 】

[I really don’t…]

An Jiu heard this and was furious: "Whatever you say is what it is, and whatever you want to do is what you want to do. You are the emperor, who dares to refute you."

The tyrant nodded and said seriously: "Yes, I am the emperor, you cannot refute me."

An Jiu: "..."

Why bother with a fool...

never mind……

Anjiu was talking when Tyrant suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction. Anjiu also turned his head. A girl in red came out from the darkness and waved at them with an awkward smile: "Hey, did you two have a quarrel?"

An Jiu said expressionlessly: "If we didn't quarrel, how dare we quarrel with others?"

The tyrant nodded and said, "There's no quarrel. She doesn't dare."

An Jiu: "..."

Go to hell, dog emperor.

The girl in red clothes smiled and said to An Jiu, "It seems that your lover is not very smart."

The tyrant frowned.

He understood that the woman called him stupid.

He is very unhappy.

He should be dragged out and chopped off.

Father said that if you meet someone you don't like, you should drag them all out and chop them off! ! !

The girl in red clothes said fearlessly, "Since we are at the door, come in."

An Jiu glanced at the tyrant and followed the girl in red into the yard.

The tyrant followed her in.

The girl in red clothes gave them a room and winked at An Jiu: "It's a new room. You are the first couple. The bed is at the head and the bed is at the foot. Ha..."

Anji was very tired, she was too lazy to refute, Tyrant followed her upstairs, Anji looked back at him, he turned his head to look at the roof...

An Jiu: "..."

As soon as the two of them entered the room, a man hurried in from the opposite side.

"Honghong, I'm so scared. You don't even know what I went through today..."

If An Jiu and Tyrant had gone upstairs later, they would have recognized that this person was the proprietress of the scent shop they had just been in.

Sister Hong was amused: "What happened?"

The proprietress recounted her experience.

"Now it feels like a dream. Who are these two people? And the one with the surname Yan, he bought the bottle of rose perfume you gave me, and I gave him ten taels of silver."

Sister Hong was not surprised: "Not much. This rose scent is hard to buy in Chu. I heard it is..."

"What is it?"

"Yes..." Sister Hong was startled. She looked up at the same time as the proprietress and saw An Jiu and Tyrant standing on the stairs.

The proprietress couldn't help but widen her eyes. Although the man was very handsome, she was just fantasizing about him. Until she left the shop just now, she really felt that this man would kill her. Now she was still afraid when she thought about it...

"ah……"

The proprietress screamed and turned to run, but the tyrant stood in front of her and started to attack her. An Jiu shouted, "Stop it."

The tyrant turned around and looked at her with grievance and unhappiness: "You yell!"

An Jiu: "..."

She exhaled, she was thinking of the cheating guard and maid who were killed by him in the palace.

That was the first time she saw a dead person...

It took her a long time to digest the crime scene witnessed by an ordinary person...

I still get woken up by nightmares in the middle of the night.

Seeing that she ignored him, the tyrant repeated: "You yell..."

"You yelled first..." An Jiu said without confidence.

The tyrant stared at Anjiu angrily.

He is very annoying.

I really want to drag everyone here out and kill them.

Sister Hong also ran over and pulled the proprietress behind her, looking at An Jiu and Tyrant with a wary look.

These two killed the robbers without blinking an eye last time...

She had no doubt that the man would kill them again.

An Jiu felt a headache.

She is cleaning the tyrant's ass again...

"I'm sorry, he...he didn't mean it..."

She explained why the tyrant attacked the boss lady.

The proprietress and Sister Hong looked at each other.

"Just because of this?" The proprietress was carefree. She was scared to death just now, and turned around and said to Sister Hong in a gossipy way: "The boy came over and sniffed my clothes at that time, like a pervert..."

What is this lecher?

The tyrant glanced at her when he heard this. He sniffed her clothes but didn't touch her.

The proprietress was so scared when she saw this that she hid behind Sister Hong again and said aggrievedly, "Honghong, save me..."

Sister Hong glanced at the proprietress speechlessly, then looked at An Jiu and Tyrant: "The rose perfume was given to 땡 by 놖, but this thing is not 놖's either. It was given to 놖 by a merchant from Chu."

An Jiu frowned: "Where is this businessman?"

Sister Hong said: "Of course he is from Chu. The last time we met was a few months ago when he came as a gift and gave me two bottles, and I gave one bottle to him."

Sister Hong was not stingy either. She turned back to her room and brought back a small white porcelain bottle.

An Jiu took it and gave it to the tyrant to smell.

The tyrant's expression changed instantly.

He said loudly to An Jiu: "This is the taste."

This sudden sound startled everyone present.

The proprietress and Sister Hong looked at each other and understood what he meant. This man was definitely not normal in the brain. It was a pity that he was so good-looking but turned out to be a fool.

An Jiu put away the porcelain bottle and took out ten taels of silver for Sister Hong.

"What about this businessman? Any other clues?"

Sister Hong folded her arms and looked at them. An Jiu thought she would ask something, but she didn't. She just said, "The businessman won't come for the time being. As for his news, I don't know."

An Jiu understood.

People are suspicious of them.

But there is no way, I can't reveal my identity.

Just as I was thinking about how to tell Sister Hong, I saw the boss lady standing behind Sister Hong, looking at Tyrant with a crazy look on her face...

An Jiu was suddenly speechless.

No, sister, you really want to die under the peony flowers, and be a romantic ghost. He has already killed you, and you are still obsessed with the murderer?