Chapter 841 - 841: He looked like an old mother when he was worried

Bazak bowed his head quietly.

It's a woman he once loved, no matter how sad that woman makes him, this honest man thinks.

He shouldn't have made any parities with Tuya.

There are all kinds of things in the past, some are sad and some are beautiful, and if you deny all this, it is like denying your infatuated years.

The woman paused, she glanced at Bazak, and at the end, sighed.

"I regret it now."

Bazak was slightly stunned, but he couldn't understand the meaning of the woman's "regret".

What the woman thought in her heart was that she wanted to take Tuya away back then, but the female leader of the Kechar tribe claimed that it was better for the child to stay with her own mother.

But the timid little girl back then turned into this virtue.

It's like a cactus outside her house, crooked, not like a look.

The humblest time of love, ever thought about it. If one day, there is no more Tuya in his life, what should he do, will he be able to live?

Since the first time he saw Tuya, since the germination of this feeling, he seems to have regarded Tuya as his whole world.

But since "I died once", I found that I don't know if I am too affectionate, or if the human nature of this world is like this.

No one can live without anyone, how to live a life, whether you want to live a wonderful life, or decadence, and what kind of state you want depends entirely on your own thoughts.

Bazak began to like this peaceful life.

You don't have to worry about your beloved woman suddenly bringing a strange man back, and you don't have to pretend to be happy despite your heartache. He doesn't have to force a smile anymore, he just needs to be himself.

It's like a sense of spiritual relief.

And the more he likes the current peaceful and quiet life, the more grateful he is to the "adults". Because he knows that everything he has so far has been brought to him by adults. Even if you kill yourself that day, if you are not lucky and are saved by adults, you may ...... Perhaps he would have died a long time ago.

Bazak held a broom.

At this time, it was just dawn, and he was sweeping the wind and sand in the yard. Suddenly, he casually raised his head and saw a team running from the desert in the distance.

There are five people in this team.

Three men and two women, horses and camels.

Bazak recognized the other party's identity at a glance.

Three of the five men he had seen in the Quechar tribe.

"Bazak?"

Dong Huiying saw Bazak, and she didn't expect it. It turned out that Bazak, who was mistaken for dead by the Quechar tribe, is still alive?

The group walked through the cracked riverbed, and when the team stopped, she and Liang Haoming rolled over and dismounted.

Hao Ming gently held her arm. Previously, during the rescue operation to rescue Hong Wenbin, she was injured in the shoulder. But she has a special medicine, and the wound is almost healed, but Haoming is still not at ease.

This seemingly unsmiling man, in fact, sometimes, he really looks like an old mother when he is worried.

Bazak seemed to think of something, and suddenly came to his senses.

He hurriedly put down his broom, turned around and walked towards the house—"My lord!" ”

The woman in the black cloak was still asleep.

She was suddenly woken up by Bazak.

"What's the matter?"

The woman was not annoyed, and her tone was flat, but because she had just woken up, her voice was slightly hoarse.

Chapter I.

(End of chapter)