The coachman's wrist was cut by Ye Hanxuan, and it was the hand artery that was cut.

It is conceivable that when the coachman's anger and blood pressure rise, such a wound suddenly appeared in the artery, and blood gushed out!

"Ahh

Lao Li Tou and Mrs. Li, who hadn't come back to their senses, just saw that their eyes were red, and their faces were warm.

Mrs. Li stupidly stretched out her hand, wiped a handful on her wet face, and looked down at the blood on her hand.

Piercing screams, blurted out.

Not to mention Mrs. Li, even the man Lao Li Tou was frightened by the bloody scene in front of him, his legs trembled, and he sat on the ground softly.

"Help, help!"

The driver didn't know, only knew that his wrist hurt, and then the blood gushed out.

As soon as he saw this blood flow, the coachman's first reaction: Lao Tzu's life is not long!

"Miss, help, help!"

The coachman's eyes were distracted, his face was pale, he looked at Ye Hanxuan in horror, and begged Ye Hanxuan for mercy and asked Ye Hanxuan to save his life.

"Miss, please."

The coachman covered his wound with one hand, knelt heavily on the ground with his knees, made a "bang" sound, and then kowtowed to Ye Hanxuan desperately.

Seeing more and more blood on the ground, the driver felt that his breathing became rapid.

"Big, big sister?!"

Ye Hanyong, who was only ten years old, was directly dumbfounded, he never thought that his eldest sister would shoot so ruthlessly, not only hurting the coachman, but also seriously injuring the driver.

At this time, Ye Hanxuan didn't pay attention to Ye Hanyong, who was scared stupid, but looked at the coachman who was kneeling in front of him and kowtowed:

"How can I save you if I hurt you, isn't there anyone else?

You're asking the wrong person. ”

Ye Hanxuan wiped the knife in his hand, although it was not a scalpel, its sharpness was not inferior to a scalpel.

The difference is that the scalpel is used by her to save people, and the sharp knife in her hand is used by her to defend herself!

"Old Litou, we are all Aunt Liu's people, save me, save me!"

Hearing Ye Hanxuan's words, the coachman had no choice but to ask Lao Li Tou and Mrs. Li for help.

Looking at the coachman's hand covering the wound, the red blood kept dripping down, and Old Man Li's breath was unsteady, and his mouth trembled:

"You, don't talk nonsense, we are all Aunt Liu's people, and I'm just a slave of the Hou Mansion."

Can't admit it, absolutely can't admit it!

After denying it, Lao Li couldn't control himself, his eyes rolled, and he looked directly in the direction of Ye Hanxuan.

Who knows, it was at this glance that Lao Li Tou came into contact with Ye Hanxuan's dark, deep, ironic and cold gaze.

As soon as he saw Ye Hanxuan's eyes, Lao Li's heart throbbed violently, and the whole person felt bad:

He had never seen such a wild girl, and if she didn't say a word, she was so heavy-handed that she directly wanted the other party's life.

Where is this the ladies of the deep house, it is clearly the Heavenly Demon Star, and it wants people's lives!

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, woo woo......"

Hearing Lao Li Tou's denial and unwillingness to take care of his appearance, the coachman knew that Lao Li Tou would never save himself at this time, and he had a reputation for being against the eldest lady.

Thinking that his life was not long in coming, the coachman was sad, and he couldn't help but cry.

"Do you want to live?"

Seeing that the coachman was scared enough, and the coachman had shed enough blood, Ye Hanxuan asked lightly.

"Yes, naturally I think, Miss, the slave saved you, the slave is wrong, you save the slave."

After listening to Ye Hanxuan's words, the coachman's eyes lit up and he climbed in front of Ye Hanxuan:

"As long as the eldest lady saves the life of the minion, the minions will listen to the eldest lady in the future, and they will no longer dare to show off their power in front of the eldest lady and the second young master."

The coachman knew that the reason why he was stabbed was entirely because he was not only disrespectful to the two masters before, but also wanted to humiliate the two masters.

"You'd better remember what you just said."

Hearing the coachman's plea for mercy, Ye Hanxuan smiled, then walked in front of the coachman, took out a thin needle and thread, and sewed the big hole on the driver's wrist one by one.

"Woo......"

The pain of the sharp needle penetrating the flesh made the cheeks of the coachman tremble.

"Sizzle......"

As a woman, Mrs. Li hid directly behind her man, peeking at the scene in front of her, and her face with arrogance before was only frightened:

She never knew that a woman's embroidery needle could still be used like this!

Seeing that Ye Hanxuan sewed up the coachman's slashed flesh with a needle, not only the coachman himself, but even Lao Li Tou and Mrs. Li were also pale.

Lao Li Tou and Mrs. Li didn't want to watch this scene, but they couldn't help but watch how the eldest lady sewed stitch after stitch.

Obviously, the stitch fell on the coachman's body, but Old Man Li and Mrs. Li felt a chill on their bodies.

The stitch seemed to fall on them, causing them to suffer so much pain that their scalps were so numb that they couldn't stand it.

"Gross!"

In the end, Mrs. Li always couldn't help it, and as soon as she turned around, she threw up while hugging the chair.

"The wound has been stitched up, but some medicine is needed."

Ye Hanxuan's originally jade hands were also wet and red at this time, which made people feel frightened.

Ye Hanxuan didn't seem to feel the fear of looking at him in the eyes of others, his eyes rolled, he looked at the coachman, and said lightly.

"Ask the eldest lady for medicine!"

The coachman's eyes lit up, and the blood that he couldn't cover just now was no longer bleeding much.

But thinking of the pain when the needle and thread passed through his flesh and skin, when the coachman looked at Ye Hanxuan, he was not grateful, but deeply afraid.

The coachman had an expression like seeing a ghost when he saw him, and Ye Hanxuan didn't care at all.

An evil slave like a coachman, what she needs is not respect, just fear is enough!

"Caryophyllus."

Ye Hanxuan called Shi Zhu, Shi Zhu was startled, and then slightly uneasily handed the small bottle that Ye Hanxuan had given her before to Ye Hanxuan's hand again.

"Miss, your medicine."

Shi Zhu's eyes uncontrollably glanced at the coachman's flesh, which was still a little turned outward, red and swollen, and even oozing blood, and his heart trembled violently.

Ye Hanxuan pulled out the cap of the bottle, then took some liquid from the bottle and wiped it on the coachman's wound.

Shi Zhu hurriedly helped Ye Hanxuan to stand up, sat on the main seat, and then found someone to fetch a basin of water to clean Ye Hanxuan's hands.

When Ye Hanxuan's hand became white and tender again, among these people present, no one had the courage to look directly at Ye Hanxuan's hand anymore.