If he hadn't seen Ye Hong sweating profusely and with a serious look on his face, Fifth Qinglan would have thought that Ye Hong was planning to kill the silver-pen painter alive.
"You know nothing!"
Ye Hong glared at Wu Qinglan unceremoniously and said mockingly: "Among the human body, the nerves in the brain are the most complex, followed by the heart.
A seemingly simple stab wound severed more than twenty heart veins.
How can we recover from heart injuries without using so many different medicines to treat the heart pulses separately? "
Fifth Qinglan was obviously aware of his amateurishness, and couldn't help but lower his head in shame, muttering: "Yes, I'm sorry, you go ahead, I won't disturb you anymore."
He looked obedient and obedient, without any trace of his usual arrogance.
"Don't be stunned, help give the medicine!"
Ye Hong rolled his eyes at her and said angrily.
"Okay, okay!"
Fifth Qinglan was like a maid, busily giving orders to Ye Hong.
"Ding! Summon the daughter of the ancient clan and get +1 in ranking!"
Jiang Yuyun, who was not far away, watched this scene with the corner of her mouth raised silently.
"The third step is to accept him."
"Thanks to the fifth family for the assist."
The rescue of the silver-pen painter lasted the whole night.
It was not until dawn that the silver-pen painter's injuries finally stabilized.
Blood began to appear on his pale face.
The deathly aura that had been lingering for a long time also dissipated.
"Okay, I picked him up from hell."
Ye Hong clapped his hands, stood up and said, "If you take a good rest for a while, you should be fine."
On the fifth day, Qinglan relaxed and lay down on the sand from exhaustion.
This night's torment made her already tired and exhausted almost to the point of overdraft.
But the corner of Wu Qinglan's mouth burst into a smile.
She turned her eyes and saw that Ye Hong's face was also full of fatigue.
His mind couldn't help but tremble, and he said with a complicated face: "Ye Hong. Thank you."
"Hey! The sun is coming out from the west, and our fifth eldest lady can actually say thank you to me?"
Ye Hong sneered.
But Fifth Qinglan's face darkened and she said in despair: "From today on, I am no longer the eldest lady of the Fifth Family."
As soon as she closed her eyes, Fifth Qingtong's decisive sword flashed through her mind again.
A chill hit her, causing Fifth Qinglan to curl up on the beach.
Suddenly, Fifth Qinglan felt his body sink.
She opened her eyes in surprise, only to find a black windbreaker covering her body.
And Ye Hong was already heading towards the island.
His lazy voice came from the wind: "It's windy early in the morning, don't catch a cold, otherwise no one will take care of this old man."
Fifth Qinglan subconsciously tightened her windbreaker, with a complicated look on her face.
When the fifth family gave her a fatal blow, it was Ye Hong, a powerful enemy that she once hated so much, who gave her a glimmer of warmth.
Fifth Qinglan looked at the gradually brightening sky in confusion, feeling that the chaotic clouds seemed to form a face.
The owner of that face is named Ye Hong.
"I must be too tired."
Fifth Qinglan laughed to herself, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
"Ding! Influence the enemy, influence ability +1!"
"Ding! Flirting with girls is silent. Flirting skills +1!"
In the next few days, in order to prevent Fifth Qingtong from returning, Ye Hong took a few days off and stayed on the island.
However, the figure of Fifth Qingtong was never seen.
It seemed that she was frightened by Ye Hong and would not act again in a short time.
But the silver-pen painter, who had been sleeping for several days, woke up.
(End of chapter)