Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

These are the brothers who grew up together and knew each other well. Even if Landis was jealous, he would not really intend to hurt Feng Jianli, and Feng Jianli knew this very well.

Wenman couldn't help but recall the scene when the two children met for the first time.

The little Feng Jianli is still a pink and tender young lady, but she has already developed a style of being unreasonable after a few years, and is as awkward and cute as a little adult.

And Landis is also beautiful and indistinguishable, with white skin and red lips, and a pair of watery blue eyes that seem to be able to talk, so charming and lovely, just in the prime of life when everyone wants to kiss her when she sees her.

The cute little prince in the palace was ignored by other children for the first time, and it was obvious that Guchen and Caesar loved Feng Jianli, who didn't like to laugh, so little Landis was jealous.

Wenman smiled. At that time, he could see that Landis would be very domineering when he grew up—he broke the little mecha that Gu Chen gave to Feng Jianli, and that mecha was originally Caesar's I plan to give it to Landis as a birthday present.

Feng Jianli was one year older than Landis, and grew up with his father in the military. His body was elongated, and he was considered strong for his age.

And Landis hadn't started to study systematically, and he was still a short little meat dumpling, so it was no surprise that he was mercilessly beaten and cried by Xiao Feng Jianli.

When Winman returned, he saw two children who wiped their noses, a silently wiping tears, and a crying manner; one was distressed by the small mech, and the other was too shameful.

Now that I think about it, Landis always finds a reason to leave and fight with Feng Jian. Maybe it can be traced back to when the two met more than ten years ago?

After thinking about it, the two quickly finished their fight.

Landis and Feng Jianli both stood in the middle of the field, looking at each other with happy expressions on their faces.

Landis had a golden and black mecha space chain wrapped in a spiral intertwined, with a serious expression on his indifferent face.

"If you fight with me, you have no chance of winning. I don't want to see you crying when you lose."

After a few seconds of silence, Feng Jianli showed a sneering expression, and said, "I don't know who was beaten to the point of crying by me."

Landis also replied: "I don't know who is crying because of me."

The undercurrent between the two is turbulent, and it seems that there will be another one.

At the very moment, Feng Jianli took a step back and paused.

"Lantis, since childhood, we have been fighting for many things."

From who will open the source of consciousness first in the competition, who will increase the level of ancient martial arts faster, who can control the advanced mecha in the shortest time, and who has the most wanted fugitives...

In many cases, they all spare no effort to fight for the same goal, and each wins or loses.

Landis raised his eyes lazily and said, "So?"

Feng Jianli's expression remained unchanged, and he continued: "So, when did you meet me and really fight for what belongs to you?"

Landis raised his eyebrows and said: "I always feel that my father and queen have already treated you as a son. Except that the future throne will not be shared, you are almost the same as me in everything else, right?"

Speaking of this, Landis looked up at the ceiling depressedly: "If Uncle Feng hadn't assured me that you were his biological son, I would have wondered if you were my other biological brother."

The leader who destroys the atmosphere!

A certain tendon in Feng Jianli's forehead began to twitch back and forth, as if this guy who always loves to compete for favor had forgotten that his father treated him much better than himself.

Landis looked at Feng Jianli at the same level, smiled faintly, spread his hands and said, "Hey, you have to figure it out, since I was a child, I never really fought for what you like—"

After prolonging the ending, he smiled meaningfully and said melodiously, "For example, someone."

Feng Jianli's bulging veins subsided, and he looked at Landis without speaking.

"Although I don't quite understand why you care so much about Nanjing, I'm sure it's not to poach me."

It's very simple and easy to guess, Nan Jing and Feng Jianli's father are so much alike, naturally, Feng Jianli pays more attention to Nan Jing.

Landis understands it very well, so from the beginning, bringing up this issue that could affect the relationship if it can't be done well is just a habitual excuse for the two of them to sway too much heat.

He will not touch the person Feng Jianli likes, similarly, it is impossible for Feng Jianli to touch the person he likes.

If you don't even have this awareness and understanding, the brothers who have been working for so many years will be in vain.

However, Landis has a more important layer of deep meaning in it.

"I just want to remind you that a certain guy is a big jealousy. When the time comes, he will not be able to beat you but me. He will definitely mess up my wife. As the culprit of 'unaware', look at it anyway. Since Jing'er and Uncle Feng look so similar, don't be so eager to Jing'er."

Thinking of a high-risk shell that exploded at no time, Landis was one head and two big.

Feng Jianli snorted coldly, pretending he didn't hear anything, and was strongly despised by Landis.

"In terms of falling in love, a certain person can never compare to me... At least I am someone who dares to say and chase after me if I like it, but a certain person dare not say even if he loves to the bone, and uses me as a shield to shrink himself A turtle in a shell."

Feng Jianli's eyes began to wander, as if he didn't hear anything, and his cold face showed no sign of moving.

Landis punched him unbearably, and said sarcastically, "Facial paralysis."

Feng Jianli was expressionless.

Landis continued with the personal attack: "Dumb."

Feng Jianli moved his mouth, but still didn't say a word.

"Coffin face."

"..."

"Mouth."

"..."

"Abstinence."

"..."

"Bang bang bang bang—"

Wenman looked at the two people who were fighting again in mid-air, and missed the days when Nan Jing was with Landis very much.

"There really needs to be someone who can control him."

Wenman sighed.

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On Sunday afternoon, as soon as Nan Jing came to the boss's underground studio, he began to question the boss about the change of the terminal position and the elimination of existence with a dark face.

The boss held his chest and wept with grief on his face, and said with a choked voice: "Oh, my little baby, how could I secretly do such an unforgivable crime? My dear, it is too much for you to say that. Makes me sad."

Nan Jing was confused by him for a while. Logically speaking, it is only possible that something went wrong with the boss, but judging by his appearance, it seems that he really hasn't touched his terminal?

Nan Jing frowned suspiciously and asked, "It really has nothing to do with you?"

Well, if the boss says it's not him, go back and tell Wenman, after all, it's too abnormal that even the Final Administration can't find such a thing about his existence.

Unexpectedly, the boss froze for a while pretending to be crying, winked his eyebrows dryly and piled up a smile that was not aesthetically pleasing, and said awkwardly: "Well, haha, what should I say? I don't deny that this matter has something to do with me. relation."

Nan Jing almost exploded, pointed at the boss and said, "Then why are you so wronged!"

The boss kept yelling "Baby, baby, don't be angry", and took Nan Jing's hand and pushed him down on the only chair.

After Nan Jing sat still, he explained: "I didn't touch your terminal, but there is a special magnetic field in my small shop, which can automatically change the position of the terminal into garbled characters when I'm on it. ——that is, the underground studio, which can directly block the location, no matter how high-end the equipment of the Final Administration Bureau is, it is just a joke in front of me."

It can only be said that Nan Jing guessed the ending correctly, but didn't guess the process correctly. The boss didn't even need to touch his terminal to step on the Final Management Bureau, pointing the country, and being arrogant.

Unable to tell whether it was because of his heartache or whether he should worship, Nan Jing simply had a paralyzed face.

To be honest, even if the boss told him that he could destroy the entire planet Solo with a flick of his finger, he would choose to believe it.

There were too many shocks one after another, and Nan Jing's heart had become numb.

But the boss became more and more confident as he talked, talking about Nanjing's mistake: "It's too much to suspect that someone else will automatically use your terminal. Is labor and management that kind of person? Make it clear that it is not! No, no, you have to comfort the injured person. Little heart..."

Nan Jing was stunned, oh my god, it's someone else and labor-management, why the sudden sense of sight when it comes to smart one?

A thought flashed by, and Nan Jing suddenly interrupted the boss' chatter, and blurted out to ask: "You should know Smart One, right?"

The boss was obviously taken aback, with a blank expression on his face: "What smart number one?"

This kind of expressive expression is not fake at all, Nan Jing thought depressingly, he really had a brain twitch to think that the boss is the maker of Smart One.

But he can't be blamed for this. If you want to blame it, the brain circuits of the boss and Smart No. [-] are too similar, especially when they act coquettishly and arrogantly, they are almost possessed by each other.

but--

"Smart One is my little dog."

While Nan Jing explained casually, he casually and secretly noticed the changes in the boss's expression.

Forgive him, he really doesn't want to be fooled by others, it's normal to be a little cautious, right?

He still hasn't forgotten that when Smart One was just turned on, there was no pressure to switch between workers and employers who were full of mouths.

The boss looked suddenly enlightened, swept Chao Nanjing, and said: "It turns out that it is called Smart One. Speaking of which, why didn't you bring that cutie to play? The little fleshy paws are so cute."

Nan Jing selectively ignored the boss's look of a little girl's heart, and said in his heart that your face of a passer-by is really inappropriate for such an expression, it's too out of harmony, okay?

Turning his eyes, Nan Jing curled his lips and said, "A dog appeared out of nowhere, so don't you have anything to ask?"

The boss was amused by the clever and cunning boy, and patted Nan Jing on the shoulder.

"Everyone has their own little secrets. As the most caring, elegant and powerful boss in the universe, how can I get to the bottom of it and ruin my glorious image because of these little things? I know it's impossible, These are nothing compared to my glorious image."

In Nan Jing's heart, thousands of beasts are galloping with joy—Nimma, as the most XX and XX XXX in the whole universe, why is this sentence so familiar?

Do you dare to swear that it really has nothing to do with Smart One?

Trying his best to pretend to be very moved, Nan Jing gritted his teeth and said, "Then I really thank you."

The boss approached with a smile, stared at Nan Jing with blinking eyes and said: "Of course, if you must let me solve your problems, I don't mind if you tell me those little secrets, I will definitely keep them secret for you. "