Without her, he can find other women, fall in love with other women, and she can not be his only one; But Qiqi only has her mother, she is still so weak, if there is no protection from her mother, she can't imagine how frightened she will be.

For the sake of her daughter, she could only give up on him.

However, she wants him to live, and she must live.

Nangong Jue smiled proudly, Lin Ling'er's compromise was already the biggest victory, he gently pushed away the dagger on his neck, originally he didn't want to kill Tuoba Jiuxiao with his sword, but Lin Ling'er provoked him, so he did it.

"See, she chose me."

Now, seeing his woman willingly follow the enemy, he must be in pain, right?

Tuoba Jiuxiao is indeed heartbroken, the pain is not who she followed, but the injury on her shoulder, she must be very painful.

Nangong Jue planned to pass him and walk towards Lin Ling'er, but unexpectedly, he slammed into Nangong Jue and ran towards her first.

Jumping off the camel, he knelt in front of her, face to face with her, and his eyes were red as he looked at her face full of tears.

Raising his hand to caress her pale cheeks and help her wipe away tears, he choked up:

"It's me who I'm sorry for you......"

He only said that, and he could only say that.

She saw the heartache in his eyes, but there was no due sadness and helplessness, instead of a touch of complex emotions that she couldn't understand.

She stared at him for a long time, but he avoided her gaze and took her into his arms.

He leaned into her ear and blurted out a sentence:

"I love you."

While she was still stunned, there was a heart-piercing pain on her shoulder, and she couldn't help but exclaim, almost fainting in his arms.

The next second she seemed to understand something, and turned her face to see that he held the arrow in her hand.

He examined the arrow, his brow furrowed:

"There is no poison on the arrow."

Looking at her increasingly pale face, as well as the two lips that had long lost their former grace, his heart was distressed,

"The wound is not deep, and it will be fine."

He comforted her, then tore open his cloak and wrapped up her wounds, he bandaged them carefully and carefully, and finally, looking up at her, he whispered,

"You'll be fine, and Qiqi will be fine."

"I'm sorry ......"

Her tears flowed again,

"I shouldn't have gone into the desert willfully, I should have listened to your arrangement."

Now, she really regretted it, if he hadn't guessed Nangong Jue's plan and secretly left fresh water and dry food, how could he and her persist until now, how could he win Nangong Jue?

The initial weakness was just to make Nangong Jue take it lightly, and her agitation was also to let Nangong Jue fall into Xiao's hands, capture the thief and capture the king first, as long as he caught him, he didn't have to worry about finding Qiqi, but in the end she dragged him down.

If she had calmed down, maybe it wouldn't be the result she is today.

His fingers thrust into her tousled hair, pressing her into his chest, a low, hoarse voice vibrating her eardrums:

"You're just doing what a mother does."

His tolerance made her cry even more silently.

Nangong Jue's heart was twitching, he loved her equally, why couldn't he get a trace of tenderness from her?

"Enough!"

He roared angrily, rode over on a camel, and looked down condescendingly at the two people on the ground,

"Before I change my mind, you'd better hurry up and come with me."

Lin Ling'er raised her head slowly, and finally dropped a kiss on Tuoba Jiuxiao's lips, then got up with difficulty, stubbornly got on the camel, and left with Nangong Jue step by step.

She saw Tuoba Jiuxiao standing strong in place, smiling and waving at her, as if this was not a farewell, but the beginning of the next reunion.

It was difficult for her to guess his thoughts, only that anger and sorrow filled her heart.

Although he hid fresh water and food, when Aheqi was hungry, these last supplements had also been consumed by the two of them, and Nangong really left him alone in the desert, lonely and desperate.

She imagined him lying alone under the sparse poplar forest, smacking his tongue with thirst, starving his chest to his back, starved to death.

The vulture will not spare his corpse, and after the sandstorm sweeps, perhaps his body will be gone, leaving only a skeleton buried in the yellow sand, and when future generations pass by, it will only be as if he was a man who died tragically in the desert.

Has a generation of kings died like this?

She looked at the road ahead with teary eyes, her eyes were full of yellow sand, where was Qiqi?

Looking back, his figure faded into the undulating sand dunes.

Between her daughter and him, she easily chose the former, but what about him? No matter what she did, he never abandoned her, and even knew that the desert trip was bad and unlucky, he still accompanied her.

It turned out that she loved him and never less than a tenth of him.

At last, she looked ahead again, and without looking back, a fluttering voice rang out:

"Nangong Jue, is my Qiqi okay?"

Her voice was indifferent, no longer as excited and nervous as she had mentioned Qiqi before.

Nangong didn't look at her by no means, and only after a little muttering did he say:

"She's fine."

"Where is she?"

She then asked.

The two walked side by side, and she couldn't see Nangong's flickering gaze:

"A very safe place."

"Is she eating well?"

"Not bad."

"Did you sleep well?"

"It's fine."

She asked simply, he answered more simply, and the conversation sounded so ordinary, but it struck a mother's heart.

She eats well, sleeps well, and it seems that without Mommy, she can live well with this little bean bag.

She is only four years old, maybe in that short memory, there is no such person as Mommy, and when she grows up, whoever is the best for her will be her Mommy.

In fact, when she grows up, she will marry one day and leave her parents, and she will not be able to accompany her for the rest of her life, just one day earlier and one day later.

As long as she can live well, she doesn't necessarily have to have an incompetent mother by her side.

"Who's taking care of her now?"

She asked again.

Nangong Absolute Qiqi's question seemed a little helpless, but he answered cautiously:

"There is a maid, there is a grandmother, she is spoiled by me like a princess, you can rest assured."

His words were very flattering to her, but I don't know if she will accept it.

She nodded, as if to be of good use to his words:

"Well, I'm grateful that you can take care of her like that."

She suddenly thought of the notice that Tuoba Jiuxiao had sent someone to post before, and she didn't know if he had seen it.

"Have you seen that notice?"

Nangong Jue thought of the content of the notice, sneered faintly, and responded:

"Well, I did."

He remembered Tuoba Jiuxiao's ridiculousness, and actually thought that he would care about the son born to Yan Linglong and her, and tied him up as an uncle, didn't he know how to write the word "absolute" in Nangong Jue?

Lin Ling'er didn't seem to take his reaction seriously, her eyes stared straight ahead, deep but indifferent:

"Very good, according to that notice, you should be able to take better care of Qiqi, I hope you can continue as always."

"She is your daughter and mine, so I naturally won't treat her badly."

Only then did his gaze burn, expecting something like love from her face.

But she was expressionless, and did not even give him a look, and after a long silence she asked:

"Did she ask Mommy?"

Nangong was stunned for a moment, and asked casually:

"Mommy? What's that? ”

This question made Lin Ling'er's heart tighten instantly, she looked at him in surprise, frowned slightly, and explained in a dry voice:

"Mommy, it's one of her rag dolls, she used to hug her every night when she went to sleep, and she couldn't sleep without her, why, didn't she look for it?"

Listening to her explanation, he actually avoided his gaze, and said for a long time:

"Nope."

"That'...... Did she ask about her mother? ”

She stared at the side of his face burningly, as if to burrow into his head and peek into all his thoughts.

He suddenly laughed:

"How can you not ask? She screams every day to see her mother and to be reunited with you. ”

Finally, he did not forget to add,

"Just like me."

Lin Ling'er felt that something was wrong, and her desperate heart just now was torn apart by Nangong Jue's answer.

Qiqi never called her mother, she would only call her Mommy, but what does Nangong Jue's answer mean? He didn't know Qiqi at all, and his answer was diametrically opposed to the standard answer, why was that?

She stopped suddenly, and her eyes became extraordinarily calm:

"Nangong Jue, what happened to Qiqi?"

Nangong Jue's back stopped there, his back stiffened, and at the moment she couldn't see, his eyes were dim, full of a trace of panic.

Seeing that she was not leaving, he turned around, and the usual smile on his lips was:

"I took good care of her, just waiting to be reunited with you."

Although her heart was full of worry, she sneered:

"Well looked after? Why lie to me? You don't even know the most basic common sense about her, which is called taking good care? ”

His eyes tightened, and he looked at her in disbelief, but the smile still insisted on hanging on his lips:

"Ling'er, what are you talking about?"

"You're lying to me, where the hell is Qiqi? She...... He's dead? ”

Yes, she thought of the worst, death.

If Qiqi is doing well, why is his answer so perfunctory? It's simply that the donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth!

She tried her best to make herself look calm, but in fact, her heart had already been crumpled into a ball, and all that came to her mind was Qiqi's little face, chubby face, rosy lips, and a pair of big eyes that always blinked after doing bad things...... She couldn't imagine how her weak body had died, how she had been buried in the dirt, how she had died alone in a space without father and mother, how frightened she must have been?

No matter how calm he pretended, tears still jumped out of his eyes, and his heart was too broken to pick up.