Rong Qiao was a little uncomfortable stared at by his eyes, and she couldn't help but clear her voice.

Ahem cough cough –

"Well, first of all, I'm sure I can't walk now, so I'm sorry for you, walk on my back."

Anyway, it has come to this, since she herself missed the opportunity to lead to the current situation, she must always enslave this guy as much as possible before, in order to repay her for being angry with this guy in Prince Zhong's mansion.

The so-called thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi, now it is time for feng shui to take turns.

Gong Huangjue pursed his thin lips, and a faint smile floated on the corner of his lips. Don't think he doesn't know what this little girl is calculating, but he can pretend to be confused, just because he himself is willing to give her a chance to pamper her.

"Okay, I'll carry you on my back. But—" His beautiful pupils began to change as he examined her wounds, his gaze fixed on her wounds, and slowly, two faint clusters of flames rushed up.

"But what?" Rong Qiao felt that his eyes were dangerous.

"But before I do, I'll have to teach you a lesson." Gong Huangjue picked her up with one hand and placed her on his lap.

"Hey, cold-faced man, what the hell do you want to do?" Rong Qiao was pressed on his knees, and she wanted to say something, but Gong Huangjue's big palm had already "snapped" down.

"Seventeen, do you know what's wrong?" His voice was angry and bitter. "Next time, do you dare to run out alone?"

Although the force he used was not heavy, hitting such a part, no matter how you say it, is a shameful thing. Rong Qiao couldn't help but moisten his eyes.

She roared: "Gong Huangjue, what wrong am I, how old are you, why do you teach me, let me tell you, I'll answer you now, you were kicked out by me, I don't want you anymore, I don't want you anymore." ”

The hurtful words blurted out shocked Gong Huangjue, and also shocked Rong Qiao, but as soon as the words came out, it was difficult to collect the water, according to the situation in front of him, Rong Qiao would never pull down his face and apologize to Gong Huangjue.

As for Gong Huangjue, although he was injured, his raised palm hit Rong Qiao's body again and again.

Rong Qiao's tears couldn't help falling anymore.

She struggled, she roared. "Gong Huang Jue, I hate you, I hate you to death, you let go of me, let go of me-" How could she have been so humiliated, she hated Gong Huang Jue for death.

As soon as her red lips opened, she bit him the knee.

Bei Fang left blood stains before she relented.

Gong Huangjue didn't say a word, he just turned her over in pain and looked at her helplessly.

"Don't do that anymore, don't face danger alone. Seventeen, you have me in the future, don't always be strong alone, don't carry everything alone. Once you have a three-long and two-short, what do you let me do? What to do with those loved ones of yours? Do you really think that you yourself are omnipotent and can do everything alone? He felt sorry for her strength, but he also hated his strength.

Why could she endure this severe pain, without any anesthetic, and ruthlessly destroy her own legs.

With her injured leg like this, how could she go to the Shenshui Gate to save her relatives, even if she arrived at the Shenshui Gate, would she still have the strength to go in and save people?

Rong Qiao was shocked by Gong Huangjue's words.

That's right, she really never thought about it.

She has always believed that the fittest survive and the inferior are eliminated, she has never thought about this problem, especially in the face of danger, she has always only relied on her own strength to escape, and at the critical moment, she would rather sacrifice herself than let herself become a burden to the other party.

Because of this, she rushed to Shenshuimen to save Xiaoting in a hurry.

He knew Xiao Ting, and he must have the same thoughts as her.

He would rather sacrifice himself than let his relatives risk it, and how could she watch her relatives lose one?

How can a cold-faced man understand this kind of mood? How could he understand?

"You don't understand, you won't understand, you won't know, you'll never understand." Rong Qiao was angry at Gong Huangjue uncontrollably.

Gong Huangjue took her and hugged her in his arms with pity, and he said bitterly: "You're right, I won't understand, and I'll never understand why you did this." In my world, there is no father, no mother, and not even a friend. I've been living in hell since I was a kid. Even to Huang Rui, I will never be able to sacrifice yourself for your relatives like this. I really don't understand. So I watched you treat yourself so cruelly for the sake of the so-called Xiaoting, I was jealous, I was crazy, I couldn't stand it anymore. ”

After all, he was jealous of that little thunder, he was so jealous that he was about to go crazy, what was that person worthy of Seventeen to sacrifice for him to this point.

Rong Qiao was suddenly stunned, and she stroked his face sadly and pityingly.

She didn't expect, didn't expect him to grow up like this.

I used to hear my mother talk about her father's tragic experience, and she thought that her father was sad enough.

Unexpectedly, Gong Huangjue was so sad.

"Cold-faced man." She had a sour nose and suddenly pursed her lips to call him.

"In the future, my relatives will be your relatives, and my friends will be your friends."

"My loved ones? My friend? Gong Huang Jue suddenly raised Qing Ling's stunning black pupils, and for a moment, his eyes were confused and unfocused, until he met Rong Qiao, who was tearful, there was a small fluctuation in his eyes.

Hmmm-

Rong Qiao nodded heavily.

"Your relatives are also mine." She hugged his head and whispered, "I will slowly tell you the stories of my relatives and friends, so that you will understand why I am so desperate." Her smile was extraordinarily bright in the sun.

When she talked about them, the corners of her mouth were always curved, and her eyes were smiling, and Gong Huangjue, he quietly listened to her story with them, and he seemed to slowly understand the definition of friend in her story.

After a long time, Rong Qiao's mouth was dry, and she spread her hands and said, "Okay, we can't finish our story, let's talk about it now, and I'll tell you slowly later." ”

Gong Huangjue fell into deep thought, and for a long time, the corners of his cold lips raised slightly, and the confusion in his eyes was swept away.

"It turns out that family and friends can get along like this." There was envy and yearning in his tone.

"Don't worry, when you get to know them in the future, you'll like them too. You have already met Yi Shuihan and Fang Yunyao, but you haven't made friends yet, so you don't understand them yet. Rong Qiao smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Gong Huangjue squatted down, the corners of his mouth lifted lightly, and he smiled back at her. "Come on."

"Okay." Rong Qiao didn't squirm either, she jumped on his broad back generously, leaned gently close to him, and pressed her hands firmly on his shoulders.

"Let's go, my strongest horse." She winked mischievously at him.

Gong Huangjue looked back, inspected her delicate face, and then shook her head helplessly, smiling a little playfully. Rong Qiao saw the smile on the corner of his mouth, and he felt so empty no matter how he looked at it.

Suddenly, she said in shame: "What are you laughing at, what's so funny." She looked a little embarrassed.

Gong Huangjue wisely closed her thin lips and didn't say a word. The smile on the corner of his mouth did not fade, but became more and more intense.

They walked on the yellow sand, their steady footprints, step by step, deeply imprinted in the sand, imprinted a vivid shadow.

Rong Qiao looked with interest at the marks that walked behind her, she leaned against his ear, the hot air blowing his hair that was scattered by the wind and sand.

"Cold-faced man, let's go to the Shenshui Gate now." With him, her chances of winning against Shenshuimen have increased.

Gong Huangjue shook his head. "Don't go to Shenshuimen."

"What did you say?!" Rong Qiao immediately screamed on his back, and she glared into his eyes in annoyance.

But he insisted: "Find a doctor for you first, otherwise, your legs will really be scrapped." ”

"But, but I don't have time, Xiao Ting is still waiting for me. Cold-faced man, don't let me hate you for the rest of your life. "She spoke very seriously, very seriously, very threatening.

"With the way you are now, you can't even protect yourself, can you still save people?" Gong Huangjue asked rhetorically.

His views are calmer and more objective than hers.

He was right, but, but—she just couldn't stand by, she couldn't ignore the anxiety that burned like fire in her heart.

"I must go, cold-faced man, don't stop me." Her eyes pleaded with him. If he forcibly stopped her, she would not have a chance to reach the Shenshui Gate.

"Seventeen, I'm not stopping you from going, but—" Gong Huangjue's pair of sword eyebrows condensed slightly, he just wanted to explain to Rong Qiao, but there was a storm in the desert.

In the desert, storms come as they say, without warning or time.

"Quick, Seventeen, hold me tight, don't let go of your hand, don't let go." Gong Huang Jue's eyebrows wrinkled even deeper, and he eagerly instructed Rong Qiao. He gathered his true strength and sat cross-legged and steady, like a rock rooted in the bottom of the desert, motionless.

Rong Qiao answered and nodded at him, which was regarded as an answer to his advice. But in her heart, she decided that it was the arrangement of fate, this was the will of heaven, and the providence allowed her to take advantage of the coming of the storm to get rid of Gong Huangjue's obstruction of her.

Therefore, she just perfunctory Gong Huangjue on her face, but she didn't really want to agree to him in her heart.

When the wind and dust storm swept through the yellow sand and attacked the two of them overwhelmingly, when they were blown by the strong wind and sand and couldn't open their eyes, when their bodies were swept away by the wind and sand, as long as Rong Qiao's hand was gently released, as long as she didn't use any strength and let the wind and sand blow, then she could be separated from Gong Huangjue.

As she thought so, her body instinctively reacted, and she began to passively resist the storm that swept in. However, Gong Huang Jue was at this moment, his whole body rushed towards her, and he was like a mother who gave birth to life, protecting Rong Qiao under him in a protective posture, resisting any danger outside her.

"Cold-faced man." Her eyes moistened again.

"Don't talk." He couldn't scold her seriously, and hugged her tightly, like an iron arm, and he didn't let go.