He rushed towards the center of the desert like crazy.
There, the sand flow swept wildly, forming whirlpools one after another.
"Young Master, you can't go in!"
Li Tianjin rushed up from behind and grabbed Mo Xiaoran's arm, which was almost crazy.
The brows that had always been calm were now tightly knitted.
"Go away! I want to get my wife back!"
His hoarse voice was choked with sobs at this time, and his eyes were red.
He almost used all his strength to knock Li Tianjin back with one palm.
If Li Tianjin hadn't dodged for a moment, his heart would have been shattered.
His hands loosened subconsciously, and he took a few steps back, clutching his suddenly heavy chest.
Here he said to Qianye Feng:
"Quick...quickly go and bring the young master back."
He pointed at Mo Xiaoran, who was gradually approaching the center of the desert, and said uncomfortably.
"Um."
At this time, Qianye Feng couldn't care much anymore.
Qing Gong quickly raised it and landed in front of Mo Xiaoran.
He stretched out his hand to stop Mo Xiaoran, and said with a solemn expression:
"Young Master, now is the time of the sandstorm. Even if you look for the young lady, you won't be able to find her. Let's wait until the sandstorm is over."
He looked at Mo Xiaoran's red eyes and felt a little uncomfortable.
He knew that the decision Bai Lianyun forced him to make just now was more uncomfortable than letting him die.
But.
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He can't help it!
He can only choose Mo'er!
He could only save Lin Ran when he ensured that Mo'er would not be harmed at all!
He is too selfish!
He puts all his ideas first, and Lin Ran can only be second!
Mo Xiaoran's eyes were already a little moist, and the red eyes made Qianye Feng even more uncomfortable.
Mo Xiaoran looked up at Qianye Feng feebly, and suddenly laughed painfully.
That laughter was filled with obvious pain.
Tears finally flowed across the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.
"I was the one who harmed her. I shouldn't have involved her. I shouldn't have involved her..."