You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

Sius remembered, isn't this the same as the little lamb he met in the temple yesterday?

How did you come to his bed?

Could it be that he smoked too much Arabian incense yesterday and his mind is not clear?

But every time I go to the temple to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, I will fall into a feeling of intoxication - Sius thought to himself, next time I should tell the high priest to put less anesthetic ingredients in the spices, even if I want to create The sacredness of the gods should not use this method.

It made him unable to remember at all what he did with the little slave on the bed.

Sius lowered his head and observed the little slave carefully.

On the right wrist of the little slave, there is a soft sheepskin sheath for sexual bondage. There are still slight red marks on the small raised bones on the outside of the wrist, and all kinds of miserable spots on the white and delicate skin. There are pinch marks and scrapes on the back, chest and abdomen wrapped with a thick spider silk bandage, and half of the thin waist is exposed underneath. There is some redness oozing from the spider silk bandage, which seems to be struggling hard after being injured and bursting. wounded.

It looks like it's been working hard.

Sius frowned and thought carefully, but still couldn't recall anything. From the prayer room to the bedroom, the memories in between seemed to evaporate out of thin air, and nothing could be seen except for the white mist.

Could it be... that person came out?

This thought flashed in Sieus's mind, and then he denied it. That person has his own heart, and he is as clean as a ten-thousand-year-old virgin. It is absolutely impossible to casually attack a stranger, let alone——

Sius glanced at the face of the snorting person sleeping on the bed. It seemed that the swelling had subsided a little, but he still couldn't see a human face. If that person could talk to him, the sun would soon hit him. West out.

After thinking about it, but he couldn't get a reasonable answer, Theus felt agitated, and reached out to pull the hair of the slave who occupied half of the bed and slept like a pig.

As soon as Theus's hand reached the side of Saturday's head, it happened to bump into something hard.

He couldn't help wondering, this slave can go to bed as soon as he goes to bed, why is he still carrying a brick?

Sius picked up the square "brick", took a closer look, and was stunned.

But see the rows of small black characters above, engraved on the light green background, those small characters are written like this: Xi'er scored 2:

I want to raise funds to torture and kill this big scum, Sius, and I will pay ten yuan!

Beer Duck replied:

I give a dime, courtesy is light and affection is heavy

Lu Renjia scored 2:

It can be said that it is the first scum in Lan Ke's writing [Indifference]

One person scored 2:

Poor little Shou, I was abused so many times in one day, QUQ Lan Ke Da I almost couldn’t hold it anymore, I decided to take it easy and read this article after it’s over_(:з」∠)_

Good names are taken by others 2 points 2:

Fuck, who is this!It's a collection of all kinds of jerk characters!Lan Ke greatly begs not to let the little poor and the tyrant and the scum he! ! !Please find a gentle attack for the little pitiful girl! ! !How about the Prince of Gaul?Capture the city of Rome in one fell swoop, kill the tyrant, and save the poor little man!

When Sius saw these small black words, there was no language barrier. Not only that, he also quickly understood that these small black words were sent by different people, and the content of the comments was what he did.

As a personality that accompanied Chen Ke, Theus had seen the websites where Chen Ke wrote novels and published novels. Although the time had passed for many years, he still had a clear impression, because Chen Ke would open those websites every day and read See comments or something.

Later, Sius was put into the world of "The Tyrant Seaus" by Chen Ke. He knew very well that this was not a real world. Later, Chen Ke came to this world to kill him, and he also knew that this world was Chen Ke. A trap set.

Therefore, seeing such a picture appearing on the stele, Sius immediately understood what it was and what it meant——

But he can't accept it.

What is "tyrant and scum"?What is "all kinds of jerk characters in one"? !Sius has been a great dictator for so many years, and no one has ever dared to say such disrespectful words in front of him!At that time, the anger came out of my forehead!

Sius narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the "poor little boy" who was still sleeping soundly on the bed.

——What is so pitiful about him?Sleeping in the bed of the Roman emperor, using the highest level of medical supplies, the Roman emperor has woken up, and he is still sleeping?Where is the pity? ?

The killing intent rose again in Sius's heart.

However, before the matter was clarified, he would not act rashly. Right now, the stele in his hand was obviously brought by this slave. Where and from whom did this slave get it?Could it be that "that person" really appeared and handed over the stele to him? What does "that person" intend?

Sius frowned, turning the stele in his hand over and over, trying to find something else in it.

According to his vague recollection, at the top of these comments, there should be a place where content is published, and something called "text" will be displayed.

But Sius didn't find it.

The text on the surface of the stele will change on its own, and it should be updated according to the latest comments. In other words, as long as there are new comments, they will be displayed at the front of the stele, while the old comments will be pushed down, and a new line will appear. , an old one will disappear.

Those who browse the stele cannot control the content displayed on the stele.

"What!" Sius fiddled with it for a long time, but also figured out why, and couldn't help being a little irritable.

Of course, a considerable proportion of his irascibility is due to the fact that the newly posted comments on the stone tablet scold him.

The small black words flashed, and a large new comment appeared.

Various factions score 0:

I like the story of "The Tyrant Seus" very much. In my opinion, the tyrant is a different character.

Sieus's mood suddenly brightened, and his mental state improved a lot. Whoever this person is, he must be a person with a strategic vision. Although he is separated by a world, Sieus has the same feeling as a hero.

Various factions score 0:

I like the story of "The Tyrant Seus" very much. In my opinion, the tyrant is a different character because he has his historical background. He is the ruler and leader of a prosperous empire. He uses force to protect the country. Empire, he believes in absolute power, so he is keen to develop military power, and his ruling skills are also very strict. In the eyes of many readers, he may be an unreasonable, cold, and annoying character, but in my opinion, he He is a charismatic historical figure.

but……

Sius was still admiring the text with a smile on his face, when suddenly a "but" gave him an ominous premonition.

but……

After reading the author's latest two chapters, I feel the author's full malice!There are different ways of writing, but why use a poor man to set off the hatefulness of a tyrant!This set-up makes me no longer love the tyrant, who does nothing to Hyacinthus, a poor slave, but drowns him in the water, if the author's writing is not so vivid as it is now, I Perhaps a little tolerance for the tyrant, but the author describes this unbearable scene with his usual ruthless delicacy!

This is not the end.I might as well clear the way for readers who are aiming at other kind of sweet articles.Hyacinthos is not so cowardly and deceitful on the surface, he is actually a man who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside (because of this, the tyrant is even more hateful!! I will explain it later), he escaped the tyrant's attack by pretending to be dead The devil's claws, but was thrown into the lion garden by the tyrant. In the eyes of the tyrant, the slave is not a human being, but just a dinner for Vibia's kitten. Well, under such historical conditions, it is considered a limited point of view for the time being. OK, but next!Hyacinthus escaped from the lion's mouth with clean and neat movements. The plot of this kind of weak man suddenly bursting out with powerful survival power and miraculously escaping from the hands of the strong man was very exciting by the author. I sympathize with Jacintos, I think the author must write that Jacintos teaches the tyrant to be a man, and tells the story of two people with a huge difference in status, but because of the excellence and intelligence of the slave, he rescued the tyrant from the dark abyss and got together Sublimated (forgive me for making up so much!), who knows what happened next, the author simply ignored us who replaced Hyacinthos, and let the tyrant ruthlessly catch up with him and force him, what the hell, Xiao Hei House PLAY, I don't think it's cute at all! !Since I wrote the sympathetic Hyacinthus, who was so capable of fighting and so smart, escaped from the dead, and was beaten to the point of bleeding by the tyrant—forget it, what’s even more amazing! ! !Hyacinthus didn't know whether he was threatened by the tyrant or something, but he took the initiative to sleep with him, what the hell! ! !My titanium alloy dog ​​eyes are going blind! ! ! !Is it navel orange or not! ! ! !Author, come here, I promise not to beat you to death! ! ! ! !

This guy called various factions obviously collapsed in the second half.

Sius couldn't help scratching his forehead. For some reason, he was a little ashamed, ashamed?How could this kind of emotion that only weak people have appeared in his mind, it must be affected by this damn stone tablet.

Sius threw away the stele in annoyance. The stele fell on the thick Persian blanket, turned it over, and the side with the small black characters was facing down. This time, nothing could be seen at all.

However, the lines of small black characters still clearly remained in front of Sius' eyes.

Hyacinthus.

It turned out that his name was Hyacinthus.

It was the one who accidentally touched his neck that day, and he used it as a handle to torture Chen Ke—the one who drowned in the bath water?

No, no, according to the content introduced in this comment, Hyacinthus is not dead, he just pretended to be dead to escape the catastrophe.

Who knows that Sieus threw him into the lion garden again.

Sius turned his head, this time, his mood was a little complicated.

Had Hyacinthus died in the baths or in the lion garden, Sieus would not have felt half sorry, but this weak-looking slave, not dead, miraculously escaped from those places like a brave man. escaped.

No, not like a warrior, but a warrior.

Sius respected warriors. He liked to go to the arena to drink and revel with those gladiators who had many achievements. He asked them what they liked and gave them the most generous rewards. Whoever insulted the warriors would become Sieus' enemy.

But at this moment, Sieus regarded a warrior who had defeated the king of the lions as a slave to vent his desire, bullying and insulting him again and again, and it is said that he was forced to do some flattering things.

Sius exhaled irritably from his nose heavily, he rarely felt so oppressed, as if his chest was squeezed by a big stone.

His eyes fell on the sleeping slave on the bed again. This time, what he saw was not unscrupulous and reckless, but exhausted and unconscious. The soft sheepskin holster on the slave's wrist seemed to be silent accuse Sieus of his atrocities.

Sius gently raised the slave's hand, took off the soft cover, rolled it up, and threw it under the cabinet.

He glanced at the slave's swollen left eye, and thought of the situation when he pinched his eye and threatened "that person", he felt a little uncomfortable.

Just like the wine glass he slammed yesterday, today it is proved that it is also a life with pain and perception. It is not apologetic for the wine glass, but there is always something wrong.

Sieus was wearing a soft silk nightgown—although those ministers who abide by etiquette detest this obscene thing from the East, but Sieus has never heard their opinions—he stepped out of the bedroom, On the bright and clean marble floor, kneeling maids were waiting to serve and wash His Majesty the Emperor.

"Go," Sius said with a sullen face, "find the dark-skinned slave who sneaked into the temple yesterday, and bring him to me. I have something to ask him." The tyrant ordered.