"Good ......"

He hugged her body tightly and buried his tearful face in her arms.

This is the mother's embrace, the smell of the mother, which can crash into the softest corner of his heart, let him take off all his defenses, and grieve and cry happily.

"This time, you've been gone for a long time, so long that I thought you wouldn't come back......"

Her eyes looked into the distance, and that empty gaze reappeared, as if talking to herself, as if to say to him,

"I've waited so hard...... This time, will you take me with you? No matter what you do, I have to be by your side, I want to quarrel with you all day long, annoy you, in fact, every time you say that I am so noisy, I know how proud you are in your heart, because I will only quarrel with you alone, I can only see you in my eyes......"

She gently pushed him away, tracing his outline carefully with her fingers, as if to engrave his appearance firmly in her mind, and finally, she took his face and imprinted a kiss on his forehead.

"Promise me, take me with you, I won't be separated from you, okay?"

She begged, her eyes red like a poor rabbit.

What else could he say?

"Okay, I'll take you with me, we'll never be apart......"

After hearing this, she smiled, smiling as bright as the stars, and being able to be with him was the greatest satisfaction in her life.

Caught off guard, she pulled out the dagger from his boot and, with a pop, stabbed herself in the abdomen.

"Don't!"

He roared, his frightened face stiffening.

But she kept looking at him, the smile on her lips slowly enlarged, and the blood trickled down the blood trough, and finally merged into a stream, staining her white clothes and his eyes red.

"Don't ...... Mother, I am Tuoba Jiuxiao, I am your son, look at me, look at me! ”

Do you have to separate when you just meet?

He didn't even call out to his mother, did he want to separate?

Would it be okay to give him a chance?

He didn't expect her to recognize him, he didn't expect her to love and spoil him like other mothers, he just had her by his side, wasn't that enough?

She raised her blood-stained hand for the last time, touched his face, and looked at him with a smile, the "mother" did not shock her, nor made her sad, her smile was so satisfied, so happy, as if she had already foreseen it.

"Mother's ......"

He took her hand in amazement, finally reading something out of her eyes.

She recognized him, didn't she?

Maybe she recognized him from the first time she saw him, she had an insight, she cut off Nangong Qingfeng's so-called blood and family relationship, she was telling her that she wanted to follow her father, she and Tuoba Chong, and Tuoba Jiuxiao were a family.

She wants to cut off her son's worries, she wants to let her son have no scruples, she is liberated and fulfilled.

She finally smiled and fell into his arms, which were Tuoba Chong's arms and her son's arms.

Maybe she's not crazy, maybe she's only awake at this last moment, who knows?

Tuoba Jiuxiao hugged his mother's corpse, clasped it tightly into his arms, and cried bitterly.

Lin Ling'er stood not far behind him, she couldn't do anything except watch him cry sadly, any words were superfluous at the moment, and no words could comfort him.

The wind rose, and suddenly there was a howling wolf in the quiet little fishing village, which rolled up the white veil of Mu Ruyan, blew up Tuoba Jiuxiao's long hair, blew the torches to the whirl, and the flames danced like mad demons, climbed up to the low thatched roof, and quietly lit the hay.

At this time, no one noticed this spark, let alone predicted how it would become a prairie fire.

"Such as, like smoke......"

Nangong Qingfeng's body shook, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, swaying, refusing to fall into the dust.

He staggered towards Mu Ruyan, she was still smiling, the red in front of her was not blood, but she knocked over the traces stained by the red ink, she was not dead!

Just like that year, the three of them were studying political affairs, using a red pen circle to point the world, but she secretly picked up the brush and dipped it in red ink, drew a stroke on each of their faces, and then jumped away to watch them laugh, accidentally knocked over the red ink, dyed the placket red, that day, she also wore such a white veil, the afternoon sun hit her body, illuminated her unbridled smile, and became an eternal picture in his heart......

"It's like smoke, I can't sleep here, it's windy, I'll take you home......"

He didn't know how he had come to her, his legs kneeling weakly beside her, and his thin face had aged ten years in an instant.

He stretched out a pair of withered hands to her, trying to carry her into his arms, but those hands trembled, but they could not fall on her.

The wind was strong, and it rolled up the smoke and dust on the ground, blew his eyes, and scattered his tears.

Tuoba Jiuxiao clamped his outstretched wrist, broke it with a "click", and then pulled out the dagger in Mu Ruyan's abdomen and stabbed him. Nangong Qingfeng saw the white light coming towards him, and then he was shocked to fall backwards to the ground, and the dagger pierced the air.

Tuoba Jiuxiao hugged Mu Ruyan tightly in his arms, he couldn't go any further, he pointed to Nangong Qingfeng, and his voice was full of bone-devouring hatred:

"You're not qualified to touch her!"

Nangong Qingfeng's wrist was broken, and the pain of broken bones only made his brows twist slightly, what could hurt him more than Mu Ruyan's death at this moment?

"Prime Minister......

Several soldiers came up from behind to help him up, and another soldier wanted to surround Tuoba Jiuxiao from behind, Gao Meng and Lin Ling'er stood behind him in time to block those knives and guns for him.

Nangong Qingfeng retreated, retreated, his eyes were always fixed on Mu Ruyan's corpse, she died? She's dead? He kept asking himself in his heart.

No, how could she die? He has always protected her so well, she is his wife, they are a family, he just took her out to relax, and when he solves the national affairs, he will take her back with him.

"Go, help Madame up, Madame is tired and needs to rest."

He said weakly to the people around him.

Several soldiers looked at each other and walked towards Tuoba Jiuxiao.

Standing in front of him for a long time, several soldiers were eager to try, but none of them dared to move.

The last soldier leaned down without fear of death, and just touched the corner of Mu Ruyan's clothes, but a white light suddenly flashed in front of him, and he only felt a cold on his neck, and the person fell.

The others couldn't help but take a few steps back, and no one dared to move.

Tuoba Jiuxiao held the dagger in his hand, which was stained with his mother's blood, and inserted the dagger into his boots, he slowly got up, carried Mu Ruyan on his back, wrapped it tightly with his belt, and tied it firmly.

She said that she would take her with her and never separate, and he promised to do it.

The tears on his face had been dried by the wind, and his eyes were so calm that all the edges had been removed, and he only wanted to do one thing now, to bring his mother home.

"It's on fire!"

The wind blew the fire, the maid who was waiting for Mu Ruyan was the first to find the thatched house that was burning, the fire rose with the wind, burned very quickly, the tongue of fire has extended to the roof of the entire courtyard, and it is dyeing the whole courtyard with the momentum of the prairie fire, and the sparks drifted to the nearby people's homes with the wind, and the fire expanded rapidly with lightning speed, and it was out of control.

The entire Ant Village quickly burst into flames, and the village began to hear cries, cries for help, and gongs...... People shouted "it's on fire", and the small village instantly turned into a chaotic fire field.

In the crackling fire, the soldiers looked at the burning houses around them and began to move, not knowing whether to put out the fire or what to do.

Tuoba Jiuxiao looked at Nangong Qingfeng, the raging flames burned his face, dispelling the cold brought by the river wind, but igniting the young man's soaring murderous aura.

Nangong Qingfeng subconsciously took a few steps back, and the soldiers quickly blocked in front of him.

"You're the son of Tuoba Chong?"

He gritted his teeth.

Tuoba Jiuxiao didn't answer, he drew his dagger, like an angry lion, and after a hate roar, he killed Nangong Qingfeng.

"Come on, take it for me!"

Nangong Qingfeng shouted, and in an instant, the officers and soldiers who had already been ambushed in Ant Village poured in from all directions.

But Tuoba Jiuxiao turned a blind eye, he went on a killing spree, killing with a knife, and the people who were blocking Nangong Qingfeng were quickly eliminated by him.

"Nangong Qingfeng, take your life!"

After a low roar like a tsunami dragon, he raised his dagger and stabbed Nangong Qingfeng's chest.

Although Nangong Qingfeng is old, he is a veteran of the battlefield after all, when he was young, a white jade Qingfeng sword made him superb, and at this time, in the face of Tuoba Jiuxiao, who was determined to kill, although he was jealous, he could still deal with a few moves.

His left hand was broken, he had no weapon in his hand, he could only dodge his attacks by defense, he attacked left, he dodged to the right, he attacked right, he bent to the left, he attacked him to the lower plate, he flicked his legs to deal with it......

Although he tried his best, he was not Tuoba Jiuxiao's opponent after all, and after a few moves, he couldn't parry.

Let's ask, who can be worthy of the current Tuoba Jiuxiao?

The hatred of the country and the family are all borne on him alone, such a man is heart-wrenching and terrifying, he is worthy of the title of Hades, at this moment, he is Yama from hell, and he wants to accept the life of Nangong Qingfeng!

Nangong Qingfeng was finally forced into a dead corner by him, he leaned against the grinding disc behind him, and saw that the dagger was about to pierce his throat......

With a "dang" sound, a long sword came out of the air and slammed into Tuoba Jiuxiao's dagger, which shook his mouth with a tingling pain, and the dagger almost escaped.

Looking around, Nangong never knew when he would arrive and stood in front of his father.

Tuoba Jiuxiao was in a trance for a moment, and Nangong Qingfeng's words flashed in his mind, now, Nangong is not only the enemy's son and his rival in love, he also has an additional identity, his half-brother!

He had half of his blood on his body, what should he do with him?