Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 102 Why Are You Alone?

Not long after, the leading man came back again, holding Nangong Yiran who was a lot shorter than him in his hand.

"It hurts so much, you let me go, I really didn't run away, I just pee urgently."

Nangong Yiran was held in the hands of the leader, and he frowned in pain.

The man ignored his sophistry, brought him in front of the butler, and let go of the hand that imprisoned him.

"Caught."

Seeing the slightly embarrassed Nangong Yiran in front of him, the housekeeper smiled and stepped forward.

He raised his hand, slapped Nangong Yiran on the face, and stared at him angrily: "Damn brat, you run, you run again!"

Being slapped across the face, Nangong Yiran snorted but didn't make a sound.

He raised his foot and landed heavily on the butler's instep: "I told you I didn't escape."

"Ow..."

The instep was stepped on, and the housekeeper wailed in pain.

He stared at Nangong Yiran stubbornly, and Nangong Yiran stared back without the slightest fear: "You slap me, I step on your foot, it's even."

"Stinky brat, you are courting death!"

Taking out a dagger from his arms, the butler quickly stabbed at Nangong Yiran's chest.

Nangong Yiran didn't expect that he would turn into anger from embarrassment, so he took a step back in panic.

Seeing the dagger close in front of him, Nangong Yiran thought he was going to die, but what he didn't expect was that the man who was the leader just now stood in front of him, holding the dagger with his bare hands.

"He's just a child, doesn't the housekeeper even have the measure to forgive a child?"

The man's eyes stared at the butler standing in front of him without blinking.

Bright red blood dripped down his palm.

Nangong Yiran looked at the blood on his hands, his heart trembled slightly, a little moved.

The butler in front of him tried to pull out the dagger, but the man seemed determined to protect Nangong Yiran and would not let go.

The butler's face twitched slightly, and he had to let go of his hand: "Forget it, he's just a brat, how can I argue with him. Hmph!"

Seeing that the butler gave up the idea of ​​killing Nangong Yiran, the man let go of the dagger.

With a "bang", the dagger fell to the ground.

Nangong suddenly poked his head out from behind him, his eyes fell on his injured hand: "You...are you okay?"

The man ignored him, and turned to look at his companions who came back one after another: "Take him over there."

Under the night, a royal blue carriage was galloping fast.

The boy driving the carriage saw the carriage parked on the Duantou Rock, and reined in the horse: "Woo..."

"Princess, we are here."

Following the servant's voice, the curtain of the carriage was lifted.

Su Nuannuan was about to go down, but was stopped by Yuan Hua: "Don't move, I'll go down and have a look first."

After leaving a word, Yuan Hua got off the carriage.

As soon as she stood still, a man's voice came to her ears: "Eighth Princess, the person you want to save is here."

Hearing the sound, the leading man frowned, and looked at the steward beside him: "Why didn't you say that the person you are going to deal with is the eighth princess?"

"Who does Master Taifu want to deal with, do you still need to explain to you?"

The butler cast a disdainful glance at the leading man, then turned to look in Yuan Hua's direction.

Yuan Hua also happened to look over, meeting his eyes.

But only for a moment, Yuan Hua looked away from him, and looked at Nangong Yiran who was imprisoned in his arms with one hand.

In front of the three of them, eight strong men stood guard with their arms folded.
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(End of this chapter)