Rebirth of the first proud concubine

Chapter 1222 Be the sword in his hand and the helmet on his body

Dongfang Lan was obviously taken aback, looking straight at Ye Buyan, "What?"

"Although the person in the painting has Shen Zhihan's face, in my dream I called him Diyan, so who is he?" Ye Buyan looked at Dongfang Lan seriously, not wanting to miss her expression.

Dongfang Lan's paintings and her dreams are all strange.

Dongfang Lan explained that she killed Shen Zhihan, but she remembered that the last time she had this dream, she was called Di Yan, and she called A Yan several times, and the scenes of the dream were obviously different.

Is this a coincidence, or what?
Dongfang Lan stared at Ye Buyan for a while, but still didn't quite understand what she meant, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"I've dreamed about the content of your painting, but his name is Di Yan, not Shen Zhihan!" Seeing that she really didn't understand, Ye Buyan explained and added, "And the content is more than that."

And she was also looking at the painting, dreaming again, and finally saw the faces of the people in the dream, one was her, and the other was Shen Zhihan.

But she was wondering if she saw the painting and was brainwashed into a dream by herself before she could see the face of the person in the dream.

Or, in this world, there really is a person named Di Yan.

Dongfang Lan looked at her for a while, and asked with a strange expression, "How do you know Di Yan?"

It stands to reason that in Xingyue Continent, no one should know the name Di Yan, so how could she know?

What I said before I fell in love with her was all in vain.

"Dream!" Ye Buyan replied angrily.

Dongfang Lan looked at Ye Buyan questioningly, seeing that she was not pretending to be lying, she just frowned and did not speak.

Ye Buyan saw that she didn't say anything, and didn't ask any more. He just looked at her and said firmly, "I don't care who he is, or whether what you said is true or not, but I can tell you clearly, I I won't kill Shen Zhihan, never! So, I won't leave him because of this."

Listening to her answer, Dongfang Lan froze for a moment, then said in a calm voice, "The painting is very clear, if you really like him, if you really want him, you should leave him and die at the place you love the most. In human hands, I think that feeling is worse than death, and you don't want to, if he is alive and knows this, he will hate you, right?"

Ye Buyan raised his hand and pulled the broken hair behind his ears, snorted lightly, and asked her back, "Then if I leave him for no reason now, will he feel better? He won't hate me anymore?"

Dongfang Lan was silent, she didn't quite understand Ye Buyan's words.

"Treat him self-righteously, but hurt him and make him hate me, it's worse than killing him." Ye Buyan raised his eyes and looked at Dongfang Lan, "So you get rid of these thoughts, I know how to do it To be good to him is to become stronger, to be his sword, to fight side by side, to kill those who hurt him, to be his armor, to protect him thoroughly!"

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for her to kill him.

Listening to Ye Buyan's clear and clear voice like water, it was clear that a sentence was said like flowing water without weight, but when it fell into her ears, it hit her heart like a hammer.

That kind of firmness, that kind of protection of love, is something she doesn't understand.

Dongfang Lan looked at her for a while, and knew that the idea of ​​persuading her to leave would not work, so she gave up, turned and left.

When he got to the door, he had already stepped over the threshold, but stopped, "Di Yan, the benefactor of my ancestors, the founder of the prophecy technique, the man of the soul beast era, died long ago, and he is..."

(End of this chapter)