Ling Mulao sighed inaudibly and stopped looking at the other party, "I'm here today just to tell you that I can never marry Nangong Qi, so please stop.

If you make the next move, don't blame me for being ruthless and ruthless. We will be enemies when we meet again, and I will do anything for my own happiness."

In this world, there is no need for kind love. If you really cannot fall in love with another man, the most tolerant thing to do is to reject him without mercy.

Mo Han once gave Ling Mulao such an illusion of gentle compassion, so now she doesn't want to give Nangong Qi such an illusion, otherwise it will only become more stubborn.

When Nangong Qi heard this, the only light in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and his tall figure was stretched into a bow out of despair, so fragile that it seemed to be broken.

Seeing that Nangong Qi was stunned and didn't seem to understand the meaning of her words, Ling Mulao couldn't help biting her lips, flicking her long sleeves, and turned away without any hesitation.

"Rao'er, don't leave!" Suddenly, just as Ling Mulao stood up, Nangong Qi suddenly rushed forward and hugged Ling Mulao tightly from behind.

"Nangong Qi, is it worth living for a woman who lives for another man?" At this moment, Ling Mulao's heart felt inexplicably soft, but it was only fleeting.

Without hesitating for a moment, the long arm struggled hard, and the wrist was pushed back, and he immediately broke away from Nangong Qi's restraint like a loach.

The next moment, without waiting for any reply from the other party, Ling Mulao stepped forward, and the fluttering figure flew up like the wind, gradually disappearing from Nangong Qi's eyes.

The autumn breeze is cool and the leaves are flying.

The sunlight danced on the long eyelashes, blinking slightly. Although the man was in tears, the corners of Nangong Qi's eyes were moist at this moment.

Looking at the direction where the figure disappeared, her thin lips parted slightly, and Nangong Qi murmured, "It's worth it, even if I know that you don't have any place for me in your heart, even if I know that you are already Sixth Brother's woman.

I still want to love you well and stay by your side all my life. Watching you smile, watching you change from black hair to white hair, watching your world-famous face covered with wrinkles, that is also a kind of happiness.

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But, why can't he even satisfy his extravagant request? What's wrong with it?

Looking up at the sky, Nangong Qi suddenly collapsed on the cold ground, leaning his back against the hard stone mountain, crying with tears streaming down his face.

For the woman he loved deeply, he betrayed his beloved brother, but in the end it seemed that he gained nothing and even lost what he originally had.

Or maybe it was wrong at first, but he really didn't want to give up and couldn't let go from the bottom of his heart.

Love, once it begins, can never end,

Ling Mulao's figure was lightning, and he had left Prince Qi's Mansion in a few leaps. He slowly turned his head and looked deep into the red wall, and sighed slightly.

No wonder she was cruel, because Ling Mulao's heart could only accommodate one man, and that was Nangong Yi.

Standing up, Ling Mulao was hesitating whether to go to Prince Yi's Mansion to have a look when Feng Yan's deep voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Feng Yan was originally ordered by Nangong Yi to go to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion to pick up Ling Muchao, but when he went there, he found that she was no longer in the mansion. He heard Qinghua say that he had torn up the emperor's edict, and then left in a rage.

At the very moment of distress, the spirit duck patted its chest and said that it could find its owner by smelling the scent in the air, so they followed the duck to Prince Qi's Mansion, and sure enough, Ling Mulao was here.

"National Master, you finally came out." Feng Yan took a step forward and cupped his hands towards Ling Mulao.
Chapter completed!