The wind and sand are blowing, and the dunes are displaced, enough to drown any living thing in the desert.

Gong Huangjue stood on his heels, he buried his entire body in the sand, and raised Rong Qiao with both hands high to prevent her from falling into the mud and sand.

The wind and sand were still howling, the yellow sand was slowly accumulating, the position of the sand reached his nose, he pursed his lips tightly, held his breath, used his internal force to breathe himself, and breathed with the exposed skin that his body could mobilize.

Rong Qiao watched him hold on so hard, she watched his body slowly sink, sinking, she could barely see his eyes, his arms, but the person holding her high, holding her up, did not let her have any problems.

She wanted to tell him to let go, not to hold her up, not to be a burden to him, she didn't want to-

She had never hated herself so much as she did now, hated herself.

If she hadn't let go so easily just now, Gong Huangjue wouldn't have been distracted by thinking about her, so he wouldn't have been in such a dangerous situation as he was now.

It was her fault, it was all her fault, it was her distrust that created his danger, it was her willfulness that brought him a fatal blow.

"Cold-faced man, cold-faced man, you let go of me, let go of me quickly, I don't want you to have something happen to me, I don't-" She regretted it, she cried and shouted, she couldn't see the top of Gong Huangjue's head, she was about to be overwhelmed by horror.

The storm seemed to dissipate in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Rong Qiao's body approached the ground, she rolled over, her hands constantly searching for the flat desert, and she shouted in a panic.

"Cold-faced man, cold-faced man, you'll be fine, where are you, where are you, don't scare me, don't scare me-" She was frightened, helpless and scared like she had never been, and occupied her heart.

Her ten fingers were buried deep in the yellow sand, digging and digging. Tears rained down silently.

"Seventeen, what are you doing?" The ghostly figure, covered in sand and dust, squatted quietly behind her, watching Rong Qiao's actions in puzzlement.

"You, you—" Rong Qiao looked back at Gong Huangjue, who was safe and sound. She reached out and pinched his cheek hard. The body temperature transmitted between her fingers made her tear-blurry eyes suddenly clear.

With a "wow", she couldn't help but pounce on him and burst into tears. "Cold-faced man, you're fine, you're okay, great, this is great." She was really scared by him.

The helplessness, the panic, and the anxiety she had just now, all of them suddenly collapsed and collapsed the moment she saw Gong Huangjue.

She wiped all the tears and snot on her face, regardless of it, on Gong Huangjue's clothes.

And Gong Huangjue was puzzled by the confusion just now, and slowly understood.

She didn't think he hung up in a sandstorm, did she?!

He shook his head and smiled, how could a mere sandstorm kill him, he hadn't experienced it, he could get out of the howling tornado that was even more terrifying, not to mention this kind of sandstorm that often occurs in the desert.

However, he was cunning, and he didn't say anything, and he didn't explain anything to her.

Because it feels really good and great that someone cares, he can't bear this feeling, so he let Rong Qiao hold him and cry.

He swore that this was the last time he would make her cry, and that she would have a smile on her face in the future.

As for now? Just let her cry at a time, let her worry about him more, the corners of his cold and hard lips floated.

After a long time, Rong Qiao finally stopped crying, tired of crying.

She was disheveled, disheveled, covered in dust, and her bright and beautiful eyes were as red and swollen as two walnuts at the moment. The unfinished tears were still hanging on her long eyelashes, trembling and trembling.

It stands to reason that she looks as embarrassed as she looks at the moment, but in Gong Huangjue's eyes, she is very beautiful, so beautiful that she is intoxicated.

He lowered his eyebrows and clasped his hands.

The palm of his hand supported the back of her head, and his heart was inexplicably emotionally involved, and her thin lips opened slightly, imprinted on her delicate red lips like roses.

He kissed carefully, as gently as he held a fragile crystal doll. She didn't refuse his kiss this time, nor did she resist what she really thought in her heart.

She put her arms around his waist, closed her eyes, and kissed him deeply.

At this moment, the heat of the yellow sand under the scorching sun only increased the catalyst for them to burn each other, and their rolling figures formed a very beautiful scenery on the yellow sand, and the whispering honey whispers like the wind softened the harshness of the wind and sand.

When the wind calmed down and the sand stopped, Rong Qiao snuggled wearily on Gong Huangjue's chest.

He hugged her considerately, his hands flew through her thick and soft green silk, combed her smoothly, and then slowly tied her up, pinning the green bamboo and plum blossom hairpin.

She leaned into his arms, enjoying the happiness he brought her, and he took care of it.

Except for one thing, she couldn't follow his temperament.

And he knew this very well, and before she could speak, he was already rubbing her face and smiling and speaking.

"Don't worry, as you said, your relatives are my relatives, and I will rescue him for you." He saw through the worry in her eyes and assured her of reassurance.

Rong Qiao stared at Gong Huangjue, looking at his deep and cold eyes, where the warmth and veins were as clear as a spring. She knew he did what he said, at least to her, he hadn't deceived her, and he didn't bother to deceive him, so—

She looked at her feet again and sighed softly, she actually wanted to walk with him hand in hand, didn't she?

I inexplicably had a sense of trust in him from the bottom of my heart.

She nodded trustingly at him, a smiling gaze.

Hmmm-

The soft response fell on Gong Huangjue's heart, making his deep eyes shine brightly.

It was a good start, and she slowly began to accept him, and slowly began to believe in him.

His mood was extremely happy, and between his eyebrows, he stretched flat.

She leaned against his back, pursed her lips and smiled, her face flushed and her eyes misty.

With this good start, letting go of mutual suspicion and distrust, Rong Qiao soon discovered one thing, it turned out that happiness has always been very close to her, very close, so close that as long as she stretches out her hand, she can get it.

She was suddenly very glad, glad that he didn't give up, he didn't give up, he didn't let go because of her repeated retreats, he didn't let go because of her escape, he was firmly entangled with her, stubbornly identified her, and thus slowly entered her heart and changed her fate.

He became happy because he met her, and she didn't start to be happy because he met him?

In the face of the rolling wind and sand, she raised her eyes, and her eyes were bent into a bright moon, which was a little unreal.

"Huang Jue, let's be together like this in the future, always be together like this, for a lifetime." This time, she took the initiative to speak.

Gong Huangjue's body suddenly stiffened while walking, and he stared at Rong Qiao in shock.

It's been a long time, it's been a long time—

Instead, his lips lifted and his smile floated.

Under Gong Huangjue's arrangement, Rong Qiao quickly learned the news that Rong Chen was in the Shenshui Gate.

They settled in a Yager tribe in the land of the blue wolf.

Approaching evening, Rong Qiao saw Gong Huangjue coming back from outside to inquire about the news, so he quickly jumped up on his right foot, jumped in front of Gong Huangjue, and asked Rong Chen about his situation.

"Huang Jue, how is it? Have you found out the whereabouts of Xiao Ting? Jonjo tugged at his sleeve, expectantly awaiting his answer.

Gong Huangjue's face was calm, he looked at Rong Qiao hesitantly, and did not speak.

"What's wrong? Is the situation bad? She gripped his arm harder.

"Is something wrong with Xiao Ting?"

He shook his head, still silent.

Rong Qiao was anxious, she tugged at his sleeve, and said reluctantly: "Huang Jue, it's good for you to say a word, why don't you speak?" Xiao Ting, what is going on with him now, can you give me an answer? ”

Gong Huang Jue's deep pupils had an abnormal light swept up, and his cold and hard lips were tightly pursed, as if staring at her face unpleasantly. Turning his back, he sat down lazily and snorted coldly.

Rong Qiao looked at him and couldn't help but feel that he was a little naïve and a little funny. She picked up her pink fist and gently tapped it on his back.

"Huang Jue is very tired, I'll knock you on the back."

He picked the corner of his eye, looked at Rong Qiao for a while, didn't speak, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the back of the mahogany chair. Rong Qiao's fist landed lightly on his shoulder, and she muttered the corners of her mouth, sighing helplessly.

When she confirmed the relationship with him, and when she promised him, within a few days, he showed an expression that was exclusive to me, and every time he mentioned another man, his face was terrible, as if he was soaked in a vinegar vat.

At this time, he is like a naïve three-year-old child, and it doesn't matter if your matter is serious or not, in his eyes, it will always be those words. The man you should care about is him.

As soon as she came back, she didn't care about his situation first, but asked about Xiao Ting's situation, and he put on a stinky face to show her, she was really speechless.

Obviously, it should be Xiao Ting's harsh environment, which is more worthy of her worry, okay? But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back against his grim face.

She felt inexplicably empty.

What is her heart empty? Even she herself was confused.

When she was frowning and thinking, I don't know when, Gong Huangjue had already opened her eyes, the clear and cold pupils, hiding wisps of warmth, picked up a wisp of green silk from her, and her eyes began to flicker.

He silently took her hand, got up and stepped over the back of the chair, helped her over, and carefully sat her down so as not to touch her injured leg.

"It's time for a dressing change." He said in a low voice.

Turning around, he went into the inner room, and when he carved it out, he had herbs and cotton cloths and cotton towels in his hands.

He crouched down in front of her, slowly opening her wounds, slowly peeling off the blood-stained cotton cloth layer by layer. Then he rubbed her wound with a clean cotton towel to remove the traces of coagulated blood, and then applied herbs to wrap it back in tampons layer by layer.