Rebirth of the first proud concubine

Chapter 1288: Collect some interest first

Ye Buyan tilted his head slightly, and looked at Shen Zhihan with raised eyebrows, this little prince is not bad, he has learned to swear like this.

"Red Ball." Ye Buyan waved to Red Ball with drooping hair and a look of grievance.

Hearing the call, Hong Qiu'er immediately smoothed his hair, and then floated in front of Ye Buyan, "Master."

It has to prove to the owner that it is not a waste ball.

"See if it's her." Ye Buyan gestured to Dongfang Lan.

The red ball understood it all at once, and landed on Dongfang Lan's forehead. Seeing that she was about to shake off, two thin claws grabbed her hair, sniffed deeply, and finally pulled her hair. A bunch of hair came out, and Dongfang Lan burst into tears in pain.

"Master, it's not her." Hong Qiu'er offered the lock of hair that he pulled out.

Although it is weak, it can also help the owner to vent his anger, so it is not a waste ball.

Ye Buyan looked at that black hair with disgust on his face, "Take it away, I don't know how long I haven't washed it, it stinks."

In the desert, water is quite scarce, she has never seen Dongfang Lan wash her hair several times, unlike her, there is a lot of water in the ring, Shen Zhihan was afraid that it would not be enough for her, so he also stored a lot.

When Hong Qiu'er heard this, she also threw away the lock of hair in disgust, raised her thin claws, sniffed it, beat it aside, and retched.

Shen Zhihan couldn't help laughing softly seeing the two of them making such a fuss.

"Dongfang Lan, I think you're really upset, but you're still useful, so I'll keep it for now, but..."

Ye Buyan's eyes suddenly turned cold, he raised the dagger, and stabbed fiercely at her shoulder, blood spattered out, Dongfang Lan cried out in pain.

Ye Buyan looked at the bright red blood gushing out from the wound, pulled out the dagger, let go of his feet, and said quietly, "Let's charge some interest first."

She still looked at Dongfang Xi's face, and there was the Dongfang Clan, who had something to do with Shen Zhihan anyway.

Dongfang Lan's face was pale, she was sweating profusely, she clenched her teeth, and looked at Ye Buyan bitterly.

If you speak harshly now, you will undoubtedly cause trouble for yourself, so bear with it first, and settle accounts with her later.

Shen Zhihan took the dagger from Ye Buyan, glanced at Dongfang Lan lightly, then bent down and stabbed her on the other shoulder, the wound was only an inch away from the fatal point.

The approach of death made Dongfang Lan's eyes widen, she forgot the pain caused by the wound, and just looked at Shen Zhihan in fear.

She saw the killing intent towards her in his eyes, the undisguised killing intent, also a reckless killing intent.

"If you dare to speak again, I will not be polite!" Shen Zhihan looked at her, slowly withdrew his hand, then stretched out his hand to take Ye Buyan's foot away, and said softly, "Don't step on it, so as not to be tired." you."

Ye Buyan hummed softly, raised his hand to hold Shen Zhihan's arm, and looked up at the few people who were still in the dream, all of them looked very painful, obviously their dreams were not pleasant.

The quarter of an hour outside the dream is too different from the quarter of an hour in the dream, so at this time, no one else has woken up.

Ye Buyan was thinking about Shen Zhihan's injury in the dream, and carefully looked at it for him. Although the wound could not be seen, it would cause pain. This is the strangeness of the dream.

Ye Buyan glanced at her and silently pulled out the dagger. Dongfang Lan, who was applying the medicine, raised her brow slightly, and asked Hong Qiuer, "Wouldn't it take a quarter of an hour? Why did she wake up earlier than me?"

(End of this chapter)