Then she realized that everyone's faces were solemn.
She blurted out: "Where's the other one?"
Yan Qi's face was ugly, and the other bodyguards turned away. They all knew that being Nangongze's bodyguard was dangerous, otherwise the salary would not be so high that all his colleagues would be jealous.
But if something happens to your partner, you will still feel sad.
Nangongze's tone sounded faintly: "He was in trouble because he was trying to save me. Yan Qi and his family should try to give them the best compensation." [
Yan Qi just hummed and said nothing.
Xi'er left his embrace and found a warm and sticky feeling on her palm. When she opened her eyes wide, she realized that it was blood.
She exclaimed: "Are you hurt?"
Yan Qi said: "The young master wanted to go back to save Ah Xing, but he was hit. It must have been very serious."
Nangongze said nonchalantly: "I'm fine, I can still endure it. I thought... I could save him..." With a touch of melancholy, he thought he was so powerful and thought that he could turn everything upside down.
between.
Unexpectedly, in the face of life and death, his abilities turned out to be so fragile. He was not even able to save a loyal subordinate who was trying hard to protect himself.
He could only let them drag him out, and he could only watch Asing die in the explosion.
Xi'er stared at him with tears in her eyes, and found a weird smile on his face that she had never seen before. That smile frightened her, and she just felt that he was not the cold and ruthless person he usually was.
She thought that Nangong Ze had no heart.
For him, killing a person is as easy as squeezing an ant to death. When he shoots to kill, he doesn't even blink his eyes, which is terrifying and cruel.
Who would have thought that when a subordinate died, he would be like this...should it be considered sad?
It turns out that he is not a very cold-blooded person, right?
At least, in order to save her, he took over her bomb even though he knew he would die; in order to save his subordinates, he was seriously injured; such a man is really contradictory and complicated, making people unpredictable.
"Nangong Ze, what's wrong with you?" She was suddenly startled.
Nangongze shook a few times, and then fell into her arms. Xier struggled to support him, so that both of them would not fall to the ground.
Holding his strong waist, she felt the warmth of her hand again, and said in shock: "There is a lot of blood, Yan Qi must be more than just a bump. Send him to the hospital quickly."
Before she finished speaking, Yan Qi and others had already helped him up. One of them carried Nangong Ze on his back and ran toward the car, while Xi'er also trotted behind them.
She tried hard to clean the blood on her hands through her clothes, but her heart became increasingly empty and despairing.
It was not a bruise at all. With so much blood, could he have been shot? Why did this stupid man endure it for so long? What she was most worried about was whether it was before the explosion or before he rescued her.
He was hurt without saying anything.[
How can you pretend to be a hero at that time, Nangong Ze, you are such a fool.
At this time, Xi'er was hating, angry, and worried. All kinds of contradictory emotions made her upset. Sitting in the car, she wanted to ask him how he was doing.
But everyone's expressions were so cold and serious that she couldn't ask.
A friend had just died, and they were all very sad. Xier couldn't bear to make it worse for them at this time.