I just want to be a group pet

Chapter 415 Persecution Delusional Disorder
Li Yushu has hallucinations of being persecuted.

Arched, thinking that the emperor must have treated her inhumanly cruelly after putting her to sleep last night.

For example, ten fingers connected to the heart.

For example, digging out the heart and liver.

For another example, tie her hands and feet and fry them in oil for a while.

however.

She thinks too much.

Li Aotian just got up early and went to work.

The rustling movements on the bed attracted the peacock's attention, and the peacock guarding the outer hall came in and called her tentatively: "Does the emperor want to change?"

Peacock has been performing the tasks of killer and hidden guard.

It was her first time working as a waiter.

This emperor holds a lot of weight in the prince's heart.

"I can change my clothes myself." Li Yushu heard the voice of a peacock, so he didn't want her to come in.

Peacock followed Li Aotian's order and strode in.

"Hey, who let you in." Li Yushu wanted to issue an order to evict the guests.

"Your Majesty, this subordinate is the prince's secret guard. If you do not fulfill his orders, this subordinate will be executed. Please don't embarrass this subordinate." Peacock first revealed his identity so as not to be misunderstood by the emperor.

"I... I made things difficult for you? What kind of person am I? I don't need you if I have hands and feet." Li Yushu just wanted to tie on the tattered clothes from last night, and Peacock handed over a set of blue robes.

Li Yushu was startled.

Peacock explained: "This is the clothes that the prince specially ordered his subordinates to prepare for the emperor. The size is suitable."

Li Yushu thought to himself, how does the emperor know the size of my clothes.

"You go out first, it's inconvenient for you to be here." Li Yushu took the clothes and said, she still had to wrap her chest belt.

"Yes." Peacock said.

Flower Hall.

Li Aotian, who was dressed in black clothes, blew off the froth on the tea and took a sip: "En?"

Peacock said: "Go back to the lord, what the lord ordered his subordinates to say, the subordinates have already said, I believe the emperor will not misunderstand that the subordinates have other relations with the lord."

"En." Li Aotian replied in satisfaction, his tone was much softer than before.

The peacock marveled at the magical power of Li Yushu.

The prince has always been the most disdainful to explain anything, but he made an exception for the emperor.

Li Aotian, who drank half a cup of tea, suddenly remembered that there was still one thing to deal with. He put down the tea cup, rubbed his fingertips, and a coolness flashed in Eagle Falcon's eyes: "What happened to that assassin?"

The peacock said: "Go back to the prince, he is still alive."

"My king will deal with it. You will prepare breakfast and send it over later." When he mentioned Li Yushu, his voice softened a little.

"Yes."

*
darkroom.

The layout of the palace looks square and square like a chessboard, but in reality there is a game within the game, which is extraordinarily stylish.

Sunlight cannot penetrate into a closed darkroom.

Standing in front of the Assassin, Li Aotian was like a dark night king.

Pressing the switch on the wall, a bucket of cold water mixed with ice slag poured down from his head, the assassin suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and looked at Li Aotian: "Forgive me, forgive me."

"This king will not kill innocent people indiscriminately." Li Aotian's indifferent voice was bloodthirsty: "The premise is to cooperate with this king."

The assassin opened his eyes wide, he just wanted to survive now: "I cooperate, I will definitely cooperate."

"Very good, then, let's take a look at this first." Li Aotian pressed the switch on the wall again, and a few portraits hung down from the ceiling.

The assassin looked terrified after seeing the portrait, and cried and begged: "Please, don't hurt my old mother, wife and children."

"When you chose to be a killer, you should have thought that their lives would fall on you sooner or later." Poor people must have something to hate, and Li Aotian will never pity such people.

(End of this chapter)