The major general has a wrong style of painting in his life

Consciousness continued to rise, and finally saw the light from the deep water.

When Mu Yunqi opened his eyes, what he saw was the light source on the ceiling of the hospital bed.He narrowed his eyes to adapt to the light, then slowly moved his hands and feet, and sat up with his body propped up.

A severe headache hit, and Mu Yunqi couldn't help but fell back on the bed.At this time, the door of the ward opened, and the sound of the suspended wheelchair came from the door.

"Little Cloud..."

With a hoarse familiar voice, Mu Yunqi raised his head, only to see that Mu Zhiyuan had already come to his side in a wheelchair.

"Uncle..." Mu Yunqi looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him in surprise. Mu Zhiyuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, covered his legs with a blanket. Her haggard face was set off by her long hair, and her eyes were full of sadness.

"Uncle, what's going on? What happened?"

"Xiao Yun, calm down and listen to me," Mu Zhiyuan held Mu Yunqi's hand, his bony hands trembling uncontrollably, "Xiao Hong...Xiao Hong tried his best...but..."

"What..." Mu Yunqi didn't understand what he was talking about at all, "What's wrong with Xiao Hong? What do you mean he tried his best?"

Mu Zhiyuan lowered his head, the corners of his eyes were lined, "Xiao Hong exhausted all his abilities, but...back in time, he failed..."

Backtracking...failure?

"This... how is it possible?" Mu Yunqi asked puzzledly, "Uncle, don't be kidding, what do you mean time regression failed? Why do you need to perform time regression? And in this life, Xiaohong didn't activate his ability at all!"

Mu Zhiyuan looked at Mu Yunqi, patted his head and said, "The doctor said that your brain has been impacted during time regression, and there may be some memory confusion or amnesia. Don't worry, listen to me..."

"No..." Mu Yunqi shook his head, broke away from Mu Zhiyuan's hand, sat up and said anxiously, "Where is Xiaohong? Where is he, take me to see him... and... Uncle, your legs... ...What's going on? Can there be a female worm that hurt you on the battlefield on the Eastern Front? Or a candidate for the queen? Why..."

"The Eastern Front? Xiaoyun, what are you talking about?" Mu Zhiyuan asked in surprise, "Xiaoyun, you...you lie down first, I'll call the doctor..."

"No...Uncle, I..."

Suddenly, Mu Yunqi's gaze fell on a small mirror placed on the cabinet, and his own appearance was reflected in the mirror. The person in the hospital gown...was both familiar and strange at the same time.

Mu Yunqi picked up the mirror and looked at his face carefully.It was indeed his face, but the contours of the face were more mature, and a scar on the brow bone was knocked out on the seat in a certain battle in the previous life. Mu Yunqi from the previous life of the war!

"Uncle...how long have I been sleeping?"

"In less than a day, your body has recovered very quickly. Let the doctor guide take a look at your brain and spiritual world later."

"Yes... Let Aunt Rong take a look... There must be something wrong..."

"Xiaoyun?" Mu Zhiyuan held him back worriedly, "Your memory is a bit confused now, but you have to calmly listen to me, your Aunt Rong...won't come..."

"……why?"

"Kerong, she... not only her, but also your Uncle Zuo... They died in the battle last year... Although you brought their bodies back from the insect swarm, but..."

"last year……"

Mu Yunqi's face was pale, and he stumbled towards the door of the ward.

"Xiaoyun, where are you going?"

"I'm going to see Xiaohong..."

"Xiaohong, he..."

At this moment, the door of the ward opened, and a man with a cross star badge on his military uniform came in from the door, and grabbed Mu Yunqi who was on the verge of falling.

"you're awake?"

The man's inorganic voice was full of coldness and enthusiasm, his amber eyes looked at Mu Yunqi suspiciously, and then at Mu Zhiyuan inside the room.

"Rong Zheng?" Mu Yunqi immediately grabbed the man, "Where is Xiao Hong? Why do you say Aunt Rong and the others are dead? What's going on here?"

"Sorry, General, Xiaoyun just woke up, and the doctor said that he might have memory confusion."

Rong Zheng nodded, supported Mu Yunqi and said, "Did you call the doctor?"

"Not yet, Xiaoyun wants to see Xiaohong..."

Rong Zheng looked at Mu Yunqi, squinted his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The fleet is about to be transferred, and there is no time for a separate funeral. He has already been buried with the other soldiers who died."

"What... what..." Mu Yunqi's eyes widened, "What did you say? How could you treat him like this?! How could you treat me like this?!"

"Little Cloud!"

"The fleet needs to abandon all burdens and move forward at full speed. The corpses of the sacrificed soldiers are buried collectively after treatment. Isn't this always the case?"

Mu Yunqi broke away from his hand, and slid on the ground against the wall.

"All this time... all this time when?"

"After the queen occupied the presidential palace," Rong Zheng gave him a cold look, "Human beings have no time to remember the past."

The queen occupied the presidential palace...Aunt Rong and Uncle Zuo died in the battle last year...Xiao Hong died because of the failure of time regression...

"No...it shouldn't be like this..." Mu Yunqi raised his head and asked, "What date is today? Years, months, and dates?"

Rong Zheng and Mu Zhiyuan looked at each other, and then Rong Zheng said, "December 3025, 12, yesterday we went back in time. After the backtracking failed, Jiang Hong died of physical exhaustion, and you fell into a coma due to mental shock. Now the Dawn Fleet Retreating at full speed, this front has been breached."

Is this the past, or the future?

Mu Yunqi blankly looked away, not knowing where to start.

The last memory is that he unleashed all his mental power to kill all the bugs flying around the peacock mecha and the bugs in the nearby star field.But when he opened his eyes, he returned to that hopeless future.

Maybe... the past that changed the future was just a dream?

"I... I went back to the past... I went back to ten years ago..." Mu Yunqi looked at Mu Zhiyuan and said, "Uncle, I have really gone back to the past, I have changed the future! They were wiped out before they woke up, the Eastern Front was saved, and mankind won...why...why is it like this now..."

"Xiaoyun..." Mu Zhiyuan maneuvered the wheelchair to come to him, "Your brain has been severely impacted, you need to rest now..."

Rong Zheng pulled Mu Yunqi up from the ground, and helped him sit back on the bed.

"I'm going to call the doctor."

Mu Yunqi instinctively pulled him back, Rong Zheng turned around, with a little surprise in his bland eyes.

"Don't go...stay with me..."

Rong Zheng paused, broke away from Mu Yunqi's words, and said coldly, "I'm still working, so excuse me."

As he said that, the man left the ward without looking back. Mu Yunqi's hand couldn't help but shook the air, and then fell to his side.

"Little Cloud..."

"Uncle, I want to be alone."

Mu Zhiyuan sighed, and then left the ward.Mu Yunqi sat by the hospital bed, raised his trembling hand and touched the scar on his brow bone.

Is it a dream?Is it a dream now, or is it all a dream?Which one is real, the changed past or the cruel future?

There is no victory in the Queen's War, no Yunzheng fleet, no future for mankind, even Rongzheng has turned back to that indifferent General Bingshan, and the mark between them is also...

mark? !

Mu Yunqi covered the back of his neck, his eyes widened involuntarily.The sensation that the gland reaches deep in the brain makes him clearly feel the connection of the mark, and the other end of the connection is by his side!

"Rong Zheng?!"

Mu Yunqi stood up and looked around. There was no one, he was the only one in the whole ward, and there was no one else.But the direction of the mark clearly points to the side of the hospital bed!

"Rong Zheng..."

Mu Yunqi reached out his hand to touch the direction from the mark, but there was nothing, but the mark told him that the person connected to his soul was there!

Mu Yunqi walked to the door, but the door didn't move at all.He eagerly pressed the button by the door, slammed on the door of the ward, and shouted loudly, but all was in vain.

No one heard his cry, no one answered his plea for help, no one opened the door for him.

The wards on the battleship had no windows, and there was only a very small pipe opening for the ventilation. The monitoring obviously didn't work, and the automatic door couldn't be opened either.

Stuck?But what's holding him back?Is it a real battleship?Or... his prison of thought?

Rong Zheng went to his subconscious mind, saying that there was hopelessness there, and he was alone in the presidential palace occupied by the queen, fighting against the swarm, endlessly.

Now, he faces another desperation.He returned to the desperate situation of his previous life, all efforts failed, and the last hope of mankind also retreated. He was trapped in this ward, unable to do anything.

In that desperate situation full of bugs, he can continue to fight, but here, where should he go?

The marked position moved in the ward, came to the bathroom for a while, returned to the bedside for a while, and lingered near the cabinet for a while.That was the real Rong Zheng, and the real Rong Zheng was in this ward, always by his side.

It's just that time and space are separated from him forever.

"Do not……"

Mu Yunqi fell down and sat on the edge of the bed, where the marker pointed, crawled on the bed and began to cry.

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"Xiaoyun? Xiaoyun!"

The person on the hospital bed remained motionless except for shallow breathing, but just now, a tear slipped from the corner of Mu Yunqi's eye and disappeared on the pillow.

"Xiaoyun! Xiaoyun, can you hear me? It's me, I'm Rong Zheng, and I'm here!"

Rong Zheng pulled Mu Yunqi's hand to his face, and said eagerly, "Xiaoyun, can you hear me? You know I'm waiting for you to wake up, right? Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, open your eyes Ah! Here I am, open your eyes and see if I'm alright..."

After receiving the emergency notification, Mu Zhiyuan and Kerong came to the ward together.Seeing Rong Zheng shaking Mu Yunqi hoarsely, the two were startled and hurriedly pulled him away.

"Rong Zheng! Calm down!"

"What's the matter? What happened?"

"Xiaoyun..." Rong Zheng said eagerly to Kerong, "Just now Xiaoyun cried...I know he can hear me, but he just can't wake up..."

Kerong looked at Mu Yunqi, and called up the data records of the ceremony. While checking the data, Kerong couldn't help but widen his eyes, and happily said to the two, "Xiaoyun's spiritual world has begun to recover!"

"Recovery?" Mu Zhiyuan asked puzzledly, "The collapse of the spiritual world can only be stopped, how can it be recovered?"

"I... I'm not sure, but look here!" Kerong pointed to the lines on the data record and said, "Xiaoyun's spiritual world began to slowly collapse from the inside, and from the previous records, the collapse process has been slowing down That is to say, according to common sense, his spiritual world will stop after collapsing to a certain extent, and when this state stabilizes, he can wake up."

"But the data just now had a sudden drastic change, showing that his mental world had experienced a major turmoil, and this turmoil not only prevented the collapse of the spiritual world, but also activated the stress mechanism, and the brain began to automatically repair , The spiritual world is also recovering!"

Mu Zhiyuan froze on the spot in surprise, "After the spiritual world collapses...can it be restored automatically?"

"This is simply a miracle..." Kerong sighed, "Too many miracles have already happened to Xiaoyun, no matter how much this is added, it won't make people feel too abrupt..."

"That is to say," Rong Zheng interrupted, "Xiaoyun will wake up soon?"

"His condition is improving," Kerong did not answer his question directly. "Collapse has turned into repair. When the repair is completed or the repair process stops, there should be a corresponding physiological reaction. Rong Zheng, have you tried to use it before?" Spiritual power established a connection with him?"

"Yes," Rong Zheng said, "Because the doctor mentioned before that we have a permanent mark, the Sentinel can try to use the mark to call his subconscious mind. I have already entered his subconscious mind through the machine before. , so I've been using this sort of thing, calling him with markers."

"It seems that this is the reason for the data change!" Kerong said excitedly, "Let's test Xiaoyun's current physical and mental condition first, if conditions permit, maybe we can do another deep dive in consciousness, and you can directly enter Wake him up in his subconscious!"

"However, the risk to Xiaoyun's spiritual world is too great," Mu Zhiyuan said worriedly, "If any mistakes occur during the deep dive, not only will Rong Zheng's consciousness not come back, but Xiaoyun's current spiritual world will also be damaged. Stable, maybe it will be damaged again.”

"This is indeed a big gamble," Ke Rong looked at Rong Zheng and said, "Xiaoyun is unconscious now, and you are the only party involved, what do you think?"

"I want to do it," Rong Zheng said without hesitation, "I can wake him up once, and then I can wake him up a second time, and a third time. We can even defeat the queen, and the bond between me and him will not let us be trapped like this." Something to beat."

Kerong looked at Mu Zhiyuan, Mu Zhiyuan sighed, and said, "Xiaoyun trusts you more than I do. I trust you and him too."

"Thank you, uncle."

"Then let's start preparing," Ke Rong said with a smile, "We will definitely bring Xiaoyun back safely."

The author has something to say: the number of chapters in this chapter is too unlucky, and it must not end here ==