Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

Facing this stubborn junior, Hanyue was the first to be defeated. She sighed softly in her heart, looked at the hole where the particles were raging, and said in a cold voice without any sign of fatigue: "What good method does Your Highness have?"

Landis said lightly: "No."

Hanyue said: "The protective cover is not only opened from the inside, but also opened from the inside and outside at the same time. Your Highness should understand what this means. The protective cover cannot be repaired well, and the radiation particles are next. If there is a surprise attack, you will be caught off guard."

This means...the inside should be in harmony with the outside.

There are traitors, there are support.

A long-planned conspiracy.

What role did the disappearing Mu Huaian and Weiss play here?

A victim, or a perpetrator?

Those people had mastered the method of destroying the protective shield, and they dismantled it quietly and quickly. Although the alarm was issued, there were so many students, it was too late to track them down.

And, what is their purpose?

Is there someone they want, or is there a warning?

Landis clenched the hand that was always held in his hand, feeling a lingering ominous premonition in his heart.

However, no matter what the purpose of those people is, he can't let Hanyue continue to squander, because every use of the source of consciousness is probably an overdraft of his life.

Nan Jing noticed that the big hole that had been constantly repaired had become smaller, and the white brilliance washed down like a flying white butterfly, but disappeared without a trace when it landed on the ground.

The sense of the source of consciousness.

He secretly stretched out a hand, spread out his five fingers, and tried to output the source of consciousness.

When the colorless and invisible source of consciousness touched those white substances, Nan Jing suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his brain, and strange-shaped white lines appeared in his mind, continuously drilling into the deepest part of his consciousness .

Suddenly, like enlightenment, he understood the function of the source of consciousness that had turned white—defense.

No, it shouldn't be just white.

Suddenly, Nan Jing remembered that in the virtual world machine martial arts competition, Er Yueliushuang quietly released the pale white substance, which could not be seen with the naked eye, but could tenaciously resist the opponent's powerful attack invisibly , Let him turn defeat into victory.

Nan Jing unreservedly released a large amount of sources of consciousness, while secretly scolding himself for being careless—damn it, when he knew that Xilin was Er Yueliushuang, he should have asked about Bai Guang long ago.

And what is the light golden defensive substance emanating from Landis' mecha?

At this moment, he was full of thoughts, and the movements of his hands were not slow at all.

Huge loopholes are being gradually repaired, and the two who are still facing each other have suspended all conversations in astonishment—one of them feels that Nan Jing is constantly releasing the source of consciousness, and the other directly sees the white light turning into pale gold, and gradually darken.

Before this, Hanyue had already looked at this young man squarely, but at this moment he was looking at him with a solemn and solemn expression, seeing his terrifying source of consciousness, constantly repairing the loopholes, at a speed that Forced into his prime.

As a general who has experienced various trials and tribulations, experienced the baptism of war and can face death calmly, there are few things that can move Han Yue.

However, Nan Jing's absolutely extraordinary talent brought unspeakable shock to his cold face that has remained unchanged all year round, and the overwhelming pain in his body has been completely ignored.

If detected alone, Hanyue is sure that the level of Nanjing's source of consciousness will only stay at around level four at most, but at this time the amount and concentration he emits has definitely reached his own peak period.

And Hanyue's peak is at the eleventh level of Super God.

There is another level, which is the top level.

He is 42 years old this year. As a genius of SSS genetic level, he was 32 years old when he reached the eleventh level.

So how old is this boy in front of him?

only.

"Only..."

!

Hanyue murmured about this age, and suddenly thought of a possibility, Yi Zang suddenly jumped up at a sudden speed, only to feel that the blood all over her body was surging, her chest was blocked, her lungs felt like being torn apart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. It came out and fell backwards precariously.

"General!"

Dalton threw himself forward and supported Hanyue's stiff body from behind.

Han Yue's body has been hollowed out, and at the end of her strength, she is weak and powerless.

He asked Dalton to help him to sit next to a thick tree trunk, suppressed the pain and panting, leaned against the tree and stared at the south mirror that continuously released the source of consciousness to make up for the loophole.

Standing beside him, Landis pushed the terminal on his wrist.

Although the terminal cannot capture the source of consciousness, it can materialize the transparent protective cover on the light screen.

When he saw that hole that disgusted him like a swallowing mouth was gradually shrinking under Nan Jing's continuous conscious repair, and finally became a needle's eye and disappeared without a trace, his usual bright red lips faded away. color.

A sudden association suddenly hit Landis's mind. For the first time, he felt panicked, and even the warmth of his blood almost retreated.

The atmosphere seemed strange for a while, seeing that their imminent crisis was resolved at this time, no one expressed any joy or excitement.

Dalton is worried about Hanyue's body, but Hanyue and Landis have various thoughts about Nanjing's power beyond human imagination.

"Ah, I actually succeeded!"

The juvenile's joyful voice is like the only light on this gray planet, piercing through the dust in the sky.

Landis stared at the cheering Nan Jing with deep eyes, and his gaze slowly slipped from the sweat dripping from the forehead to the eye-openingly beautiful face.

The corner of his mouth was bent downwards, and when Nan Jing didn't notice, he raised it up again.

After receiving Nan Jing who rushed forward, Landis hugged him in his arms and twirled around twice, then pressed against the smooth forehead, feeling the gentle breath that belonged to him alone.

"You're great," Landis said.

"Although I've always been very humble, but now I also think I'm great, hehe."

Nan Jing was extremely proud. This was the first time he independently used the source of consciousness to solve a serious problem, and obtained a power similar to inheritance, which can be described as a pleasant surprise.

"By the way, I seem to have discovered some little secrets about the source of consciousness, and I still have some questions. Let's study it when we go back."

Even if the lurking crisis has not been resolved, it can't stop Nan Jing's good mood.

This is not a place to talk, but Nan Jing has already made up his mind that this time he must take the opportunity to solve the long-standing doubts.

The expression in Landis's icy eyes can't tell the depth, as if there is no low-end abyss, but also like a vast and boundless universe.

He hugged Nan Jing tightly in his arms with great, great strength, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, this young man with a clean and bright smile would leave him and disappear.

Gently pinching the round earlobe, Landis gently hung a strand of broken hair behind Nan Jing's ear, and then a lingering and delicate kiss fell from his forehead, to the tip of his nose, and then to his bright red lips, kissing deeply down.

How does Nan Jing feel at this moment?

He was at a loss, and felt that this scene was a bit dreamy - it seemed that this kind of thing shouldn't be done at this time?

Of course, no matter how many doubts he had, he didn't push Landis away.

Most of the time, Nan Jing is used to relying on and trusting Landis, and he knows that any decision or behavior of Landis will not hurt himself.

It's just... Today's kiss was so gentle that it made him feel warm.

No.30 The air on Planet Three is bad, and even the land is bleakly lacking in flowers and plants, with potholes and unevenness.

There are no delicate flowers and plants, no tile-blue sky and cotton-like clouds, no thousands of miles of clouds and white doves flying and circling overhead.

Hanyue half-opened and half-closed a pair of cold eyes, leaning feebly on a tree trunk not far away, silently looking at the pair of lovers who looked like no one else was there.

They were together...so fitting, so well-matched.

"I'm a selfish person."

"One of the things I regret the most is that I gave birth to him."

"He shouldn't have come into this world."

"My little son, he's only half the size of my arm, yet so soft and so small."

"I don't want him to leave this world, but there is nothing I can do."

"Han Yue, if you were me, how would you choose?"

"kill him?"

"Send him away?"

"Or... hide all this, let him grow up without any worries, and then let him die without pain?"

"When empire, honor, family, and even my lover and my children stand against each other, I seem to have no choice."

The words of past friends are still vivid in my ears, playing frame by frame, filling Han Yue's mind.

They are so clear, every word is rooted in the soil in the bottom of my heart and grows freely.

Han Yue is not as cautious as Feng Jianli, he is experienced, sharp-eyed, has more complete and sufficient information, and has more judgment.

Nan Jing's face and Feng Changmo's strange mission can all be easily explained now.

After going around for so many years, in the end, have they all returned to the same path?