"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." The waiter in the shop ran up from downstairs in a hurry, holding an ax in his hand.
The shopkeeper has already taken a rest, and now he is the only one working in the inn. I wonder if the shopkeeper will look like this when he wakes up tomorrow morning and sees the inn in this state.
He had just gone to the woodshed and rummaged around to find the axe. But he was so exhausted from running back and forth that he felt almost out of breath even after climbing several flights of stairs.
Nangong Pei couldn't wait any longer. He stood at the door for a long time. Looking through the punctured hole, he saw that Murong Qingshuang had fallen to the ground and seemed to be a little weak.
I don’t know if she was poisoned, but she also made strange noises.[
And from the punctured hole, there was a little bit of strange smell coming out.
The smell is a bit... sweet and quite special.
It smells like my pubic area is a bit hot.
"Sir, please use the ax..." the waiter shouted while climbing the stairs.
Nangong Pei rushed over directly, waiting for the waiter in the shop to make people wait to death.
"Sir, please use the ax...ah——"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a howl like a killing pig.
The waiter didn't know whether he missed his footing due to panic and exhaustion, or whether he slipped or slipped. In short, after that scream, his whole body fell backwards as if in slow motion.
Naturally, the ax held in both hands was thrown casually into the air under such circumstances.
Nangong Pei stepped forward with a few big steps, stretched out his hand to catch the ax, "Thank you!"
He turned around with the ax in hand and rushed towards the door of the room.
The waiter had already flipped ninety degrees, lying on his back, ready to fall freely.
"...No thanks!" After this resigned and light voice, the person finally came into close contact with the stairs, and then rolled down.
Just when 70% of the guests in the inn were woken up and 30% were firmly asleep, he raised his ax and smashed through the door.
Once, twice, three times...
The door quickly split open, the lock fell off, and then he kicked in.
"Who the hell is making a noise? What are you doing in the middle of the night?"
"What kind of wood are you chopping in the middle of the night?"
"You disturbed the slave's sleep!"[
"Who will argue with me again?"
"Ouch, who is it?"
The doors of the rooms in the corridor were almost opened one by one, and there was a lot of curses.
