Interstellar Peak Glory

Ling Feitong touched his chin and said, "Do you think it stinks?"

Yin Changhong nodded, and said a little unbearably, "It's almost smoked to death, it's comparable to a biochemical weapon."

Ling Feitong smiled and said: "It smells bad, it means you are a normal person, and the higher your level of mental power, the heavier the smell will be. I am afraid that among all the people present, His Highness is the one who can't stand the smell the most. .”

Mo Jiahua looked unhappy, with a gas mask on his face, and said in a muffled voice: "Then what are you doing with this thing, take it away quickly."

Could it be that he was smoked on purpose?God knows that he is almost fainted now!

Of course Ling Feitong would not do such boring things, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, don't underestimate this kind of catalpa grass. Although it is said to be made by the Zerg, this thing can indeed have a detoxifying effect, especially it can detoxify the local Plant poisonous gas, although His Highness only stayed in the place for a day, but no one can guarantee whether the poisonous gas will enter His Highness's body, His Highness, just in case, it is better to be safe."

Hearing this, Yin Changhong turned pale with shock, his body stiffened, and said, "This thing belongs to the Zerg race?"

Ling Feitong nodded and said, "It's strange if it's not from the Zerg race, but they don't think it smells bad. After all, the races are different."

Yin Changhong: "..."

Mo Jiahua glanced at Ling Feitong and said, "You know a lot."

Of course Ling Feitong knew that Mo Jiahua was dissatisfied with him, so he smiled and said: "I just have something to explain to His Highness, why don't we go back to the lounge first."

Yin Changhong immediately said winkingly: "Your Highness and Lin Shao have worked hard all day, and they are already tired. Let's rest first."

Mo Jiahua didn't say anything more, handed the stinky box to Yin Changhong with a bitter face, pulled Ling Feitong and left the hall.

In the rest cabin.

Mo Jiahua didn't ask any questions as soon as he came up, but first dragged Ling Feitong to take a quick shower together to wash off the dirt all over his body.

After coming out, Ling Feitong wiped his hair and said: "The signal here is really bad, and I almost failed to locate Yin Changhong successfully."

Mo Jiahua sat on the sofa in a bathrobe and said, "The possibility of human interference cannot be ruled out."

Ling Feitong paused as he wiped his hair, and said, "It's possible. But if that's the case, then our opponent is much more formidable than imagined."

Mo Jiahua looked at Ling Feitong and said lightly: "Si Kongxiao has sent the general's information directly to the king's terminal. He said in the intelligence that although when they came to the garrison base, the soldiers there did not show too much Abnormal, but he secretly discovered that those soldiers had colluded with local terrorist forces, including administrative agencies, and there were also big problems."

Ling Feitong said nonchalantly: "That's all?"

Mo Jiahua raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't these enough?"

Ling Feitong smiled, walked behind Mo Jiahua, and stood to help him brush his hair.

"This is an obvious thing. I told His Highness before, but His Highness didn't care too much at that time."

Mo Jiahua leaned on the sofa, letting Ling Feitong wipe his hair.

Mo Jiahua closed his eyes, and said: "It's not that the king doesn't believe it, but that so many years have passed, and the garrison soldiers have changed from batch to batch. Who knows what the situation is now?"

Maybe there will be a chief executive or military chief who can stand on the table?

However, it is conceivable that this possibility is unlikely.

Ling Feitong gently pressed Mo Jiahua's black hair with a towel, and while distractedly feeling that Mo Jiahua's hair quality is really enviable, he said casually: "Even if there is, I guess it has already been killed. Shun Wochang Those who oppose me will die, the terrorists and mercenaries in District No.11 are so domineering."

"Domineering?" Mo Jiahua frowned his slender eyebrows.

"Of course it's not as domineering and mighty as His Highness." Ling Feitong immediately changed his words, complimented, and then said: "Let me remind Your Highness in advance, the current situation in District No. 11, and what His Highness thinks in his heart, will only get worse, and It won't be better, Your Highness must be more vigilant to face those ghosts and monsters."

Mo Jiahua was silent for a moment, grabbed Ling Feitong's hand, and signaled him to stop temporarily.

Ling Feitong walked up to Mo Jiahua from the back and sat down, looking at Mo Jiahua's face that was so perfect that he couldn't pick out any flaws, he felt his throat was a bit dry.

"Your Highness, what do you think?"

Mo Jiahua's black eyes looked at Ling Feitong lightly, he suddenly raised his hand and squeezed Ling Feitong's chin.

"Your Highness?" Ling Feitong was puzzled.

Mo Jiahua stroked his chin and asked, "Tongtong, who were you before this king met you?"

Ling Feitong thought for a while, and said: "Probably someone who has nothing to do and doesn't know what to do tomorrow."

"what about now?"

"Now." Ling Feitong held Mo Jiahua's hand and said, "Probably what His Highness wants to do, I just want to help His Highness achieve some goal."

Mo Jiahua let go of Ling Feitong's chin, and said, "Do you know what this king wants?"

Ling Feitong smiled and said, "What Your Highness wants is nothing more than to make this country better."

Mo Jiahua stared into Ling Feitong's eyes, and after looking at it for a while, he said softly: "You guessed wrong."

Ling Feitong was taken aback.

"This king doesn't have such lofty ideals. I just want to have people who no one can check and balance my king." Megahua said: "And making this country better is just a kind of burden on my king's shoulders." The responsibility on the body, if this king wants to achieve his goal, he must not get around this proposition."

Ling Feitong looked at Mo Jiahua who was close at hand, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Mo Jiahua continued: "I don't care who you were in the past, or who you are now, I just want you to know that I have never been a kind person."

Ling Feitong never expected that Mo Jiahua would say such a thing.

He pretended to smile lightly and said: "Your Highness, you can rest assured that my goal and yours have always been the same. I will only be your help, not your hindrance. I will never betray you." Your."

Mo Jiahua closed his eyes and said, "Do you think that what this king wants is yours and will never betray you?"

Ling Feitong couldn't understand Mo Jiahua, and asked, "What does Your Highness mean?"

"You can change your mind, you can have your own secrets and considerations, and even in the last resort, this king allows you to betray and betray." Mo Jiahua looked into Ling Feitong's astonished eyes, and said softly: "But this king will never You are allowed to leave, never, Tongtong, did you understand this time?"

Ling Feitong was completely stunned.

What the hell is Megahua talking about?

How did it get involved in whether he would leave or not?

Ling Feitong was very puzzled, looked at Mo Jiahua's expressionless handsome face with anxiety, and said with a little caution: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Jiahua also felt that his excessive nervousness was a bit funny and demeaning, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Mo Jiahua sighed lightly, and said: "Probably because of what you did, I feel that I can't catch you."

Ling Feitong knew far more than him.

With his confused eyes, Ling Feitong gradually became clearer, his eyes became full of light, and he held Mo Jiahua's hand with a smile, and said: "Your Highness is also afraid of losing me?"

Mo Jiahua glanced at him, did not deny it, and said: "In your heart, isn't this king a normal person with seven emotions and six desires?"

"Of course not." Ling Feitong said, "It's just that I didn't expect that His Highness would care about me so much."

Ling Feitong was very happy in his heart, and his heart was full of emotion.

Mo Jiahua seldom said love words, but every time he said it, it was a series of critical attacks, leaving no room for people to parry.

Mo Jiahua pinched Ling Feitong's face, and said: "This king is just not good at words. Could it be that you can't see what this king does with your eyes?"

Ling Feitong smiled even more happily, and said: "Who made me stupid? If Your Highness can say a few more obedient words, I don't have to be ready to guess His Highness's mind at any time."

Mo Jiahua smiled lightly, and said: "It's a beautiful idea to trick this king into saying love to you."

"Your Highness..."

"Why don't you explain to me first, what is the relationship between you and those Zerg races?" Mo Jiahua changed the topic without any sense of disobedience.

Ling Feitong: "..."

Damn it, I knew that no matter how many circles were made and how well the atmosphere was created, Mo Jiahua would eventually have to return to accusing him.

Ling Feitong sat up straight, the smile on his face disappeared.

"Your Highness must also be very surprised. Why do I speak a dialect that no one should be able to speak when I leave the city?"

Ling Feitong just asked a question, but he didn't wait for Mo Jiahua's answer, so he continued: "That's because my brain waves are quite special."

"Brain waves?" Mo Jiahua frowned.

Ling Feitong nodded, pointed to his head, and said, "Your Highness, you have probably always been curious about why I can come back to life in another body even though I am dead, right?"

Mo Jiahua's originally indifferent expression became dignified following this sentence.

Ling Feitong took a deep breath, looked at Mo Jiahua's black eyes, and said: "This is because my brain waves are very special. Even though my physical body has dissipated, within the same dimension, As long as there is a body that can accommodate and receive my brain waves, and the original brain waves have completely dissipated, my consciousness can also be resurrected on that body."

Mo Jiahua's facial expression seemed to freeze.

Ling Feitong said softly: "I don't know who I am, and I don't know what I am. Sometimes I think that I am an advanced artificial intelligence stuffed with codes and programs, and my mind is all-encompassing. I know a lot things, but I never knew where the things I knew came from."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a hand on his lap being tightly grasped.

Ling Feitong lowered his eyes and said, "Your Highness, this is the biggest secret I know. I'm probably a monster."

Mo Jiahua was silent for a long time before asking: "You mean, you don't know who you are, nor do you know why your brain waves are so special?"

Ling Feitong nodded, frowned, and said: "I know I have forgotten a lot of things, but I still can't remember. When did I forget those things, but I know that I am a special existence. As long as my brain waves don't Disappear, I will not really die" 〇If other people know this, they will probably feel horrible, but the person who knows this is not others, but Mo Jiahua.

"So, it's not accidental, but inevitable that you live in this body again?" Mo Jiahua asked.

Ling Feitong paused, shook his head, and said: "You can't say that. It was after entering this body that I suddenly realized this, but before that, I didn't know what my brain waves were. Something special. In the years before my rebirth, I really had no impression of mermaids, Zerg races, or those strange dialects."

There was a stormy sea in Mo Jiahua's heart.

He is not because of Ling Feitong's special, but because of Ling Feitong's situation, which is too unfamiliar to him, and there is even no place to start.

□Author's gossip: Aww, I will officially enter the No.11 zone dungeon today, please recommend tickets~