star lord returns

Nan Jing's expression changed slightly, and his eyes were fixed on No. 38—at this moment, he didn't care about being polite, because he found that No. 38 had many strange things.

Interrupting the chattering of No. 38 who was close to No. 20, Nam Kyung stepped forward quickly, stood in front of No. 38, and pushed No. 20 aside, which could be called rude.

"I want to talk to you."

Nan Jing bluntly stated the plan in his heart.

Regardless of whether number 38 is an enemy or a friend, Nan Jing absolutely cannot tolerate someone who can invade his brain and use mental attacks on him.

Moreover, Nan Jing vaguely had a premonition that this man with a non-aggressive appearance must have some unexplainable relationship with the Alliance of Gods.

If he is a member of the Alliance of Gods, Nan Jing has already made plans to take him down here.

if not……

On the 20th, Nan Jing was dissatisfied with pushing him aside, then pushed him back, and said, "What are you doing, come first and then come first, do you understand?"

Nan Jing ignored No. 20 and looked at No. 38 without blinking.

"You think so too, don't you?"

No. 38 narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Nanjing from bottom to top.

After a while, he tilted his neck, spread his hands, and said with a gentle smile on his lips, "I'm honored, but where shall we talk?"

"Your bedroom."

Nan Jing glanced sideways at his bedroom, and said bluntly, "Or mine."

Number 20's jaw was about to drop to the floor.

This, this invites the other party to enter the room?

It's too open, he doesn't think that there will be a pure male-female friendship between these two men... Oh no, those two people are probably discussing how to deal with him and No. 26 together!

However, No. 20 wanted to kill the enemy but was unable to recover. Under his eager gaze, No. 38, whose appearance and figure completely met his requirements for a beauty, had already taken Nan Jing to his bedroom.

Number 20 has a bright and sad face.

Nan Jing looked around in the bedroom of No. 38.

The structure here is exactly the same as his bedroom, except that there are some tea sets on the table that are of great value at first glance.

Wearing a light gray casual suit, No. 38 stretched out his right hand and posed towards the sofa: "Please sit down, green tea or black tea, or other drinks you like."

As soon as it came, it was safe, Nan Jing sat on the sofa, well concealed his desolate and tired heart, and said: "Anything is fine."

Number 38 smiled slightly, looking suave.

"Casual is not a good word. I think you prefer Ceylon black tea—or, you are more suitable for black tea."

Nan Jing was noncommittal to his argument, and now he couldn't wait to dissect No. 38, especially the brain and eyes.

In this way, he can know what the origin of No. 38 is!

Hot water was poured on the white porcelain teacup, and the dry and curled leaves inside stretched out under the high temperature. The golden-red liquid quickly decomposed from the leaves, dyeing the whole cup of water in a bright color.

The fragrance of tea spreads in the slightly narrow space.

"Please."

No. 38 gracefully placed the teacup in front of Nam Kyung.

Nan Jing was not in the mood to drink water at all, but he swirled the glass anyway.

"My name is Nan Jing, what about you?"

No. 38 has a quiet feeling in itself, coupled with that not-so-stunning but quite perfect face, it is even more difficult for people to have bad feelings.

He looked down at the black tea in his hand, and said with a smile: "It seems that you prefer your identity as Nan Jing, and don't like the empress status that is called Feng Jingnan by all the people of the empire. But yes As far as I'm concerned, your position as an empress is far more important than your position as a mirror."

It wasn't a big surprise that Nan Jing's identity was revealed.

After all, this person is a weird guy in Nan Jing's eyes.

"When you are away from home, sometimes the status of empress is not very useful."

Nan Jing took a sip of tea, very calm.

Moreover, he had a vague guess that No. 38 seemed to want to use his status as empress to do something, or in other words, to achieve certain meanings.

No. 38 glanced at Nan Jing with some appreciation.

Although it seems that the mouth is not reliable and the work is not reliable, but overall, it is not bad, and it has passed his test.

"You can call me Ressel."

Ressel stretched out his right hand towards Nanjing with a smile on his face.

Nan Jing held his right hand, the two fingers touched for a moment, and then separated immediately.

"From the Vera galaxy." Ressel said.

Nan Jing thought that you are really straightforward. Although he expected that Ressel had something to do with the Alliance of Gods, he did not expect that Ressel would admit his identity in front of him so straightforwardly and without fear.

Without moving his face, Nan Jing showed a proper smile and said, "Since you know me so well, you must also know that my father and uncle share the same hometown as you."

Ressel nodded, looking elegant in a row.

He slightly bent his fingers, tapped the edge of the teacup lightly, and said: "The return of Mr. Feng Qiwu has changed the power structure of the entire Vera galaxy. The Feng family has returned to the center of power and become a staunch royalist. On behalf of the entire Vera galaxy, I would like to express my gratitude to you and your family."

"Oh? The Vera galaxy doesn't sound peaceful."

In fact, Nan Jing was already confused - he didn't quite understand.

Or to be more blunt, it was about his uncle, which he never understood from the beginning to the end.

Ressel's level of observation and observation is superb. He could see that Nanjing didn't want to continue the topic of the Vera galaxy, so he said immediately: "Of course, this is a very exciting and long story. I think if there is a chance, I will You can pay a visit to Mr. Feng Qitong."

Nan Jingneng quickly regained his composure, nodded and said, "That's right, you can talk to my father about things in your hometown."

So now let's discuss what is so weird about you!

And it's not that Nan Jing has no interest in the Vera galaxy, he really wants to know what the royalists are!

Didn't it mean that the Vera galaxy is headed by four major families, and the royal family has become a decoration object hundreds of years ago?

Also, what is the identity of Ressel, these are the things that Nanjing is most concerned about.

Of course, these have to be communicated slowly.

At least Nan Jing understands one thing now, if he is on the side of his uncle, he should not stand with the Alliance of Gods.

As long as he grasped this point, Nan Jing would have the confidence to continue talking with Ressel.

"Then Mr. Ressel, can we communicate about the incident that you invaded my brain just now?"

The smile on Nan Jing's face remained unchanged, but the dark eyes were somewhat dangerous.

Those scenes were like nightmares to him, even now Nan Jing has not completely let go of them.

Ressel spread his hands to show that he meant no harm.

"Mr. Feng, I'm sorry to cause you trouble, but that's not invading the brain, I promise I didn't mean to pry into your heart at all."

Seeing that Nan Jing frowned slightly, Ressel explained: "The Galactic Empire has mermaids who can know the past and predict the future, and our Vera galaxy also has archmages similar to mermaid priests."

As Ressel said, her jet-black pupils began to change color——

The contours of the abyss-like pupils gradually became shallower, and in just half a minute, apart from the black pupils, the eyeballs turned pale gold.

"And my identity is the archmage of the Vera galaxy."

Nan Jing frowned, and his fingers had tightly grasped the cup at some point.

"What do you mean?"

Ressel looked at Nanjing calmly, and said: "I'm saying, what you see may happen in the future—maybe you think I'm lying, but in fact, there have been countless times Practice proved that in the end I was right."

The cup in Nan Jing's hand almost fell to the ground.

He looked at Ressel with a slight smile in surprise, gritted his teeth, and said, "How do I know if those scenes are fantasies you deliberately created for me?"

No matter how beautiful Ressel's words were, it couldn't dispel the boredom and depression in Nan Jing's heart at this moment.

After all, the illusion he saw was very sad and sad, and it easily affected his emotions.

Perhaps people with similar divine powers have a sense of holiness. Looking at the South Mirror, Ressel's eyes are surprisingly similar to Mehta's—they are so ethereal and clear, which is convincing.

"Of course not me."

Ressel shook his head and said, "Because I don't know what you saw."

"You don't know?" Nan Jing was surprised.

Ressel said: "My mental power can make some people see what is about to happen to him, but I can't hack into other people's brains, so if you don't want to say it, I will never know that you saw it." What—I suppose that's the difference between a mermaid priest and an archmage."

The cup in Nan Jing's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Ressel's eyes darkened for a moment, it seems that what the empress saw was quite bad.