I don't know how much time passed before Zhou Jian slowly woke up, rubbed his temples, and then took another sip of water.

"Master Ku?" he shouted.

But there was no reply in the cave.

I called several times, but no one responded.

Sudden.

Rebolo's voice rang outside: "He went to follow up on the canvas matter and hasn't come back yet."

Not back yet?

Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows and then said, "Come in."

Rebolo outside suddenly raised his head, with a trace of confusion and vigilance in his beautiful eyes.

The Qingtian Guard guarding the gate directly let her go. She hesitated for a long time, and finally walked in slowly. She is a woman who knows the current affairs and knows how to be powerful. In this situation, Dunhuang has almost no hope of making a comeback. Her only way out is Zhou Zhou.

scissors.

The layout inside the cave is very simple. After all, it is not easy to find such a treasured place to rest in the desert.

She stopped eight steps away.

But Zhou Jian waved to her.

Rebala frowned slightly and stepped forward warily: "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

"I can't call you when I'm fine?" Zhou Jian's eyes were straight: "You seem to be afraid of me?"

"I have done so many things for Your Majesty. Even if I have no credit, I still have hard work. Your Majesty understands your righteousness, so how can you kill me?" She said calmly.

Zhou Jian grinned: "You can speak, but don't put a high hat on me, I don't understand justice that well."

"You come here first and change my clothes."

Rebala's cold eyes turned cold. This was the first man who dared to ask her to change clothes, but she gritted her teeth and said nothing, just stepped forward to do it.

She is a very sophisticated woman who knows where her advantages lie. She knows that men like Zhou Jian like to feel conquered.

She simply followed Zhou Jian. If the Western Region officially changed its master in the future, she would be able to get a share of the pie.

The clothes of the Han people are cumbersome, but Reboluo was obviously a novice in changing clothes. She made frequent mistakes, and soon her forehead was covered with sweat.

Zhou Jian glanced at it and blurted out: "You need to practice more on your dressing technique."

"Don't Your Majesty know that my hands are murderous hands?" She said lightly. Compared with Wuyang before, she is more like a cold-blooded animal without emotions and cannot be raised well.

Zhou Jian also knew this deeply, so he had no intention of giving Rebolo freedom and power from the beginning.

"From now on, my hands will no longer be murderous."

Rebolo seemed to understand the subtext, raised his head and looked directly at me with beautiful eyes: "Your Majesty, what do you mean? Do you have a bad memory and forget that you promised me that you would give me preferential treatment and even be crowned king?"

Zhou Jian was unhappy because this woman still had that condescending feeling in her bones when talking to him.

This kind of woman just needs to be dealt with!

He grabbed Rebala's wrist and grabbed her plump waist with the other hand.

Suddenly, she trembled violently, struggling violently as a conditioned reflex, and anger gradually filled the depths of her eyes.

"I think you have a bad memory, right? Do you still remember the bet we made a month ago? I won't mention it, it's just that I don't have time, and now I have time."

"It's time for you to fulfill your bet." Zhou Jian's eyes were frivolous and playful.
Chapter completed!