Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

"What's the danger?" Ellens frowned.

Wenman quickly hugged the man in his arms to smooth the wrinkles between his brows, and explained according to his memory: "It will evoke the most painful thing in my heart. Some people can't stand it, and they may never get out of that dream." Colonel Mingal Staring at the holographic projection without squinting.

Feite at the Nightmare Star Garrison Base finally said solemnly: "A total of ten people under my command encountered phantom butterflies, five of them were greatly stimulated by nerves and have not woken up to now, and two were left in the forest. among."

Xilin got up suddenly, his brother and his lover were there, how could he let him go?

"There is no such crisis in the map and I think the game should be suspended."

"Sit down and dismiss."

Feng Changmo sat on the chair and rejected Xilin's proposal without hesitation.

Xilin frowned, "Marshal, no one understands hallucinations better than me."

Feng Changmo still used those two words: "Sit down."

The atmosphere froze for a while, but in the end, Xilin held back his breath and sat down again.

Compared to his status, he is absolutely inferior to Feng Changmo in the military department.

And Feng Changmo is the only duke with a foreign surname in the empire, and his status in the royal family is not easily suppressed.

What's more, this is Feng Jianli's father.

Schilling had no choice but to obey.

However, Feng Changmo was not too harsh, and explained a few words: "If you care about it, you will be confused. With Landis' experience, they didn't inhale too much smell."

In other words, I am afraid that the hallucinations will not be too deep.

Xilin calmed down a little, staring at the holographic projection with both eyes, breathing heavily.

At the edge of the forest, everyone in the Sifal Military Academy.

Nan Jing only felt that there were more and more butterflies in front of him, the speed of flying was getting faster and faster, and his vision became darker and darker.

He realized something was wrong and wanted to leave this area, but found that he was already in an empty house at some point.

The room was large, but the decoration inside was very gorgeous and exquisite. Whether it was a large carved bed, a table made of pure wood, or a solid-colored soft carpet and a huge crystal pendant above the head, it undoubtedly did not show the wealth of the family.

But Nan Jing felt terrified.

This is his nightmare existence - the main residence of the Mu family.

He has lived here in a daze for nearly ten years, has been bullied, and has never been warmed by anyone.

He looked at the long-haired boy sitting at the table reading a book, with a delicate and delicious almost in his hand.

This is Nan Jing who just married Mu Huaian.

He would look at the door from time to time, and he would lie on the table and think about something cheerfully.

As night fell, the door of the house was pushed open with a click.

Nan Jing jumped up, seeing the handsome man who might be a bit tired, he rushed over to him with a smile on his face and acted like a spoiled child.

Nan Jing, who was standing in the middle of the house, watched this scene with cold eyes, feeling a faint sense of sadness in his heart.

"Honey, you're back. Are you tired today?"

The young boy was a little shy, and reached out to help Mu Huaian take off his coat.

Unexpectedly, he saw a circle of teeth marks on Mu Huaian's neck - so dazzling, so frightening!

"You... who are you with?"

Nan Jing stared blankly at the red marks that couldn't be concealed.

Mu Huaian pushed him away irritably, and pulled off his clothes: "There will be a lot of drama in the future. You can't give me any help in my career, so it's enough to take care of yourself."

Nan Jing raised a contemptuous smile, walked up to the stunned Nan Jing, and said softly: "He doesn't love you at all, doesn't care about you, why are you sad?"

What answered him was the dejection of Nan Jing in the imaginary world.

He knew why he had to compromise in the first place - he was just a drag, without any right to speak.

People came and went, their wry smiles passed before their eyes one by one like a horse watching flowers.

Nanjing is still in that house.

However, he was already sitting on the side of the bed at this time, calmly watching the story ahead.

The boy has become a young man, but in the past three or five years, he has already cut his long hair, sitting at the desk and looking at the collection of books, his face is as calm as water, but his heart is as gray as dead.

He was thin, his complexion was unhealthy white, and he was unhappy.

He just sat there all night.

When the sky was filled with white light, the door knocked.

The husband who didn't come home all night came back drunk, and next to him were Mrs. Mu and his sister who supported him.

Seeing Nan Jing, Mrs. Mu said coldly: "Why don't you come over to serve your husband? Why are you young lady?"

Nan Jing put down the book, walked over, and supported Mu Huai'an silently.

Mu Huaian put the weight of half of his body on him, staggered to the side of the bed, and passed through Nan Jing who was sitting on the bed.

Nam Kyung knew what was about to happen, and he didn't look back.

"Why the hell did I marry you? Can you give me some feedback on the bed? Huh? Tell me, what's the difference between you and a corpse?"

"No...it hurts, take it easy..."

The painful voice kept grinding Nan Jing's ears.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

No, he should stop watching!

Nan Jing shouted silently, but couldn't open his mouth.

In the previous life that was like a nightmare, the dream continued to change again.

As if hearing his pleading, the dream continued to change again.

But this scene made Nan Jing feel even more horrified, and a chill came from the bottom of his heart.

On a sunny afternoon, a quiet and secluded street, a high-end coffee shop, and that superior person.

Nan Jing stood by the table, looking at the weak self, his fingers were tightly embedded in the palm of his hand, and his teeth were clenched.

After a while, a young man wearing a famous brand and sunglasses came in and sat opposite.

Blonde and blue-eyed, as lovely as an angel.

"You can choose not to take the initiative to terminate the engagement with him, but because you have no children, once Huai'an's family goes to the court to sue for divorce, not only will you not get the property he can give you now, but your family's reputation and face will also be ruined. Huai'an I was with me before I married you, you don't want to be a mistress, do you?"

Nan Jing looked pitifully at the young man who was at a loss for a moment, then quickly forced himself to calm down and speak for Mu Huai'an.

My heart is cold.

The repeated past, over and over again, is tormenting Nam Kyung's heart.

Nan Jing got up, looked at the darkened sky outside, and prepared to go out.

"do not go!"

Nan Jing rushed over to hold him back, but his hands passed straight through his wrists, missing him.

No, don't go, you will die!

He shouted hoarsely, but no one could hear him—the waiter who ignored him was tidying the quilt, and the guests who were talking and laughing were still laughing.

And he continued to walk outside.

Nan Jing closed his eyes uncomfortably. He felt the suffocation of being strangled by his neck. He grabbed something with difficulty, but he could only grab a corner of his clothes.

Then, in the messy dark alley, he opened a pair of eyes of horror and hatred, and he died unwillingly.

Before dying, he heard a strange voice——

"Isn't that the end? The empire only needs one genius, no matter how powerful his potential is, he is now a corpse... That's all, Mu Huaian is completely yours."

The voice that would wake him up in the devil, with a unique cold quality, sounds very unique, very ethereal, and highly recognizable.

But the premise is that Nan Jing didn't die at his hands.

Nan Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

It's over, it's all over.

It is true that he died, but he has been reborn!

However, immediately afterwards, he trembled all over, and his face showed a look of horror—he actually sat in the coffee shop again, with bright sunlight outside the window, and then the door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and the blond man wearing sunglasses The young man walked in with his proud head held high.

Endless loop.

Nan Jing's legs softened and he almost sat on the ground.

His heart was full of deep sadness, watching himself being bullied, completely ashamed, but no one came to help him, and finally walked innocently and pitifully into the embrace of death.

"No, don't do it again! Don't do it again!"

After five times, Nan Jing rushed over like a wild beast out of control, wanting to destroy everything, even if he knew it was a hallucination dream, he couldn't just watch himself go to death - ignorant, helpless, and desperate to death .

However, it all went on.

Nan Jing was crying hysterically, he seemed to have a cavity of hatred that he wanted to vent, but he couldn't find a way out, so he could only helplessly experience despair again.

His heart was in great pain, as if it had been cut into pieces, dripping with blood.

When it was about to collapse, a voice sounded——

"Do you want to come out?"

"Who?"

"very pitiful."

"Who the hell are you?"

Nan Jing suppressed his crying and looked around vigilantly, but found no suspicious person.