Chapter Seventy-Five: Touching a Tiger's Buttocks
This sudden situation shocked Lin Yunran's heart.
Long Zhaohua gently pulled her away, looked down, and found that the wooden board was actually empty, and through this broken wooden board, you could directly see the situation in the room downstairs.
"This ......" Lin Yunran opened his mouth, and stopped talking.
Could it be that there was a voyeur living here before, so he deliberately cut a hole in the floor so that he could see the room downstairs?
"This inn is so weird!" Lin Yunran lowered his voice and said.
"What's strange, tell me about it?" Long Zhaohua's inky black eyes were wrapped in wisdom, and when he looked at Lin Yunran, there was a hint of playfulness.
"Something was wrong from the moment she stepped through the door, the innkeeper seemed normal, but her unconsciously twisted hand in her skirt betrayed her nervous heart.
The blood-stained floor was still recognizable even though it had been cleaned, and the dirt area was large. Also, when the shopkeeper led us upstairs, those thief's eyes kept sneaking a glance at us. ”
"Yes, very carefully." Long Zhaohua said, turned around and returned to his room, squatted down and reached out and knocked on the floor.
In just one moment, the planks cracked.
Lin Yunran was stunned, leaned over to him and placed his hand on the cracked wooden board, pressed down with a little more force, and the floor immediately appeared in the same situation as her room.
"I guess this inn should have been built in a short time by that group of people in order to ambush Shi Xuan." This tofu scum inn reminded Lin Yunran of the gang that assassinated Shi Xuan.
"If it's as you think, Shi Xuan has already returned to Kyoto, why is this inn still there?" Long Zhaohua frowned and raised doubts in his heart.
"That's the crux of the matter. If this inn was built by the same people who dealt with Shi Xuan, and now that the gang has gone to the Netherworld, it makes sense that this should be an abandoned and broken inn. But why is it still open? And also...... Who is this current proprietress again? Lin Yunran fell into deep thought.
Hearing her words, a cold light flashed in Long Zhaohua's eyes, "It's waiting for us." ”
"It seems that His Highness's whereabouts have been exposed, so this inn has become a trap to deal with His Highness." Lin Yunran Lian moved lightly, went out of the door, and looked downstairs by the railing.
At this time, there were two guests sitting in the hall on the first floor, both of them were young and strong men, although they were wearing various costumes and seemed to be incompatible, the solemn looks on their faces and the eyes that secretly communicated fell into Lin Yunran's eyes.
And the proprietress is gone.
The corners of Lin Yunran's mouth hooked up a trapper's smile, and he turned back to the house, "What does Your Highness plan to do?" Will it be counted? ”
"I don't want these people to get their hands dirty." Long Zhaohua also saw the extra people downstairs and spoke coldly.
To deal with these reckless people, one child is enough, but he doesn't want to clash with these people head-on now, because then it is not only easy to startle the snake, but also not afraid of ten thousand, just in case...... When his gaze fell on Lin Yunran's body, his brows furrowed.
"So, we're going to run away?"
Lin Yunran didn't expect that after Long Zhaohua saw through the other party's trap, he didn't kill him with a plan, but chose to "escape", which was a bit unexpected to her.
"If it's a head-on conflict, this palace can't be 100% sure of your safety......" Long Zhaohua glanced at Lin Yunran and rubbed his beating eyebrows a little.
Long Zhaohua didn't finish speaking, but Lin Yunran already understood what he meant.
I thought he wasn't curious about the mastermind behind all this, but it turned out that he was thinking she was a "drag oil bottle"!
"Your Highness means that I'm dragging my feet?" Lin Yun dyed with air knots.