Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

Jia Lan took a sip of the slightly sweet fruit wine, and the corners of her lips lifted uncontrollably.

As a successful man with a huge family fortune and a successful businessman, he is very confident in his charm.

I believe that even if Feng Changmo doesn't have love for him now, he will gradually fall in love with him in the future when he gets along day and night.

The emotional deprivation experiment is not irreversible, it is just a powerful psychological suggestion, and at a certain critical point, it will disappear like a magic glass slipper.

It's just that no one seems to have successfully overcome it.

But Jia Lan never believed in that, he believed in himself, and had an absolute ambition to completely conquer the man he liked.

The night wind was a bit chilly, and the wine in the glass made him slightly tipsy.

Jialan collected her mood and prepared to leave the balcony and go back to rest. He will definitely have a good dream tonight.

The moment he turned around, a black shadow that had been lurking not far away for a long time passed silently across the yard, nimble like a civet cat, and avoided all the ray surveillance in the yard after a few ups and downs.

The cold wind blew from behind, Jialan only felt a pain in the back of her neck, and lost her mind, and didn't even have a chance to breathe.

Feng Qitong looked coldly at the person who fell on the ground, and after seeing his face clearly, he even smiled elegantly.

It wasn't the first time he had dealt with him, but this was the first time he felt that this person was such an eyesore.

Raising his right hand, the cold light flickered.

The indifferent aura mixed with ancient martial power cut Jialan's neck mercilessly, and the moment he was about to take his hand, waves of murderous aura hidden in the darkness came from all directions.

Feng Qitong's expression remained motionless, and he bent down to dodge the knife light with ease.

A slight metallic sound rang in his ears, and a cold light brushed against his long hair.

Feng Qitong held Jialan in front of him, jumped up from the ground, and stood on the carved railing on the edge of the balcony with his toes.

If he walks on the ground, it can be seen that his ancient military strength is profound.

Appearing out of nowhere, seven masked men in black surrounded Feng Qitong from all directions, blending into the night.

After seeing their attire clearly, Feng Qitong's fingertips trembled, and he almost let go of his hands.

He sneered coldly: "The sixteen secret guards of the Feng family, he actually sent seven of these vixen, I really don't know if your master wants to provoke me to kill him or if he really wants to protect him."

The people who used to protect him are now facing him with swords.

The seven of them were old acquaintances with Feng Qitong, and they had even been taught by Feng Qitong, and Feng Qitong's whereabouts over the years were controlled by a few of them.

They naturally knew a lot about the affairs between Feng Changmo and Feng Qitong.

After a moment of stalemate, Feng Qi suppressed his voice and said: "The young master asked us to protect his safety, naturally to guard against you, and please ask Feng Shao to put him down and don't embarrass us."

"Oh, guard against me?"

Feng Qitong seemed to have heard a joke, pulled the unconscious Jialan around a few times, and found another foothold.

"If Feng Changmo doesn't come, do you have the ability to prevent me?"

And his original foothold was already full of hidden weapons.

"Hitting east and west, this is the move I taught."

Feng Qitong smiled contemptuously, looked at the few people who obviously did not dare to act rashly, squeezed her fingers into sharp claws, and grabbed Jialan's slender neck with her fingertips.

As soon as the sword is touched, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword come, Feng Qitong is comfortable in all kinds of laser particle cannons, as if dancing a solo dance, his body is agile, and he seems to be able to predict the lines of those moves in advance, which is not in his eyes at all.

In the blink of an eye, he had left the mansion and came to an open space in the wild.

"Tell me, is it my movements that are faster, or your movements?"

The seven hidden guards, as well as the eighth who was hiding and shooting cold arrows, all clenched the weapons in their hands, but couldn't say a word.

Feng Changmo once said that there is only one way for Fang Feng Qitong to succeed - and that is to strike first.

On the other hand, if Feng Qitong is allowed to take the lead, there will be no chance of a comeback, and he can only be caught without a fight.

The hidden guards had fought Feng Qitong before, knowing this, they could only stand in a stalemate with him, secretly trying to get him to let go of the hostage.

But who can tell them, for a kidnapper who never puts his own life in his eyes, how to rescue the hostages safely?

What's more, the shadow guards went directly to the Patriarch's order to guard against Feng Qitong, but they were not allowed to hurt him. What if the two of them still have feelings for each other, or even all this is due to the husband and wife's quarrel...

It's fucking enough to look forward and backward!

It's really a tragedy to be a shadow guard for their role.

Feng Qitong was very satisfied with the momentary hesitation of the shadow guards.

Just a moment is enough.

When he raised his hand again, there was a tiny needle between the index finger and middle finger.

The dark guard secretly said "Oops", and suddenly launched a fierce attack on Feng Qitong, but was dodged one by one by the man who looked like a spirit snake.

At the same time, he even found the opportunity to insert the pillow into Jialan's arm, and only less than five milliliters of blue liquid was injected into the blood vessel, and then he casually threw the needle away.

His face was expressionless and merciless, as if the person he was holding was just a dead thing.

The eyelids of the hidden guards twitched violently, panicking in their hearts.

How terrifying this person is cannot be described in words - powerful mental calculation ability, heaven-defying perceptual consciousness source, unfathomable ancient martial value, and unacceptable cruelty.

Even Feng Changmo from back then was no match for him, so how could he fight?

Just as Feng Qitong was about to take out his mecha and leave, by the way, he threw away the hostages after getting ready, but unexpectedly, a sudden change came——

There was a sudden pain in his back, and his sensitive sixth sense made him eager to escape in an instant, but a laser had already penetrated his shoulder blades, and the hand that was holding his throat dropped powerlessly.

A palm slapped on the wound, Feng Qitong shuddered in pain, flew out, and landed heavily on the hard ground, furious.

And Jialan, who was out of his control, has safely landed in another person's embrace.

In the night, Feng Changmo stood coldly in the wilderness, looking at him not far away, his stern face was like ice and snow, with no emotion.

With an indifferent face, Feng Qitong stood up while supporting the bleeding wound, letting the blood flow out continuously.

This is a penetrating wound, even the bones have been shattered.

It's a ruthless hand.

The pain in the shoulders was not as good as in the heart, it felt like a big piece of his chest had been dug out by life, the pain was terribly painful.

Feng Changmo gave him a cold look, and put Jialan lightly on the ground to check his breath and state.

After half a minute, Feng Changmo walked up to Feng Qitong and said in a frighteningly cold voice, "What did you inject him with?"

Feng Qitong's entire sleeve was already stained with blood.

The red blood flowed down his fingers, dripped onto the ground, and hit his feet.

The bleeding lips were slightly raised, Feng Qitong seemed very proud, but also seemed very distorted.

"What else can I have? It's just a concentrate of alien beast genes. This is my old profession."

Feng Changmo's throat twitched, and a sudden burst of strong hatred erupted. He kicked Feng Qitong's abdomen mercilessly, and at the same time jumped up, leaped forward to grab his slender neck, and pressed him tightly. on the ground.

Blood flowed out along the corner of his lips, Feng Qitong wanted to cough, but the pressure on his neck made him unable to cough.

Kill him, kill him!

The beast in Feng Changmo's heart was roaring, clamoring to kill this man who made a mess of his life!

Without you, without you...

However, looking at the eyes that were starting to turn white, Feng Changmo's sanity returned at the last critical moment.

He withdrew his hand, eyes red with anger.

"Cough cough cough...cough..."

Feng Qitong sucked in the air, covered his neck and turned sideways to spit out the acidic water and blood from his stomach, trying to calm the tearing pain in his lungs.

His whole body was in pain, especially his shoulders and abdomen, which made him almost faint.

Feng Qitong propped herself on the ground with her other intact arm, and stood up unsteadily with her strength.

"Are you done venting?"

The hoarse voice is quite ugly.

Feng Changmo was like an enraged leopard, his knuckles were crackling, he suppressed the desire to kill Feng Qitong, he bit the root and said, "You are really vicious."

"I've always been like this, you should have known."

Feng Qitong is like a robot, showing no pain, no sadness, just telling a fact lightly.

Feng Changmo's gaze fell uncontrollably on the right arm that was still dripping with blood.

He was startled suddenly, he wanted to ask a question, but when he opened his mouth, it turned into——

"Yeah, I should have known."

"For your favorite experiment, you can inject the alien animal gene into yourself, infect your child through the placenta, and turn him into a monster."

Feng Changmo's black eyes were filled with undisguised disgust, disgust and hatred, which made Feng Qitong's eyes ache.

"What right do you have to pretend to be an innocent father around the mirror? The root of all his tragedies lies with you. You can even lay hands on your own youngest son. What else can you not dare to do?"