Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

Wait for me obediently at home, don't run around. "

Feng Qiwu propped himself up and asked in doubt: "It's so late, can't we do it tomorrow?"

"Very important."

"What if I'm not sleepy?"

After putting on a windbreaker, Mo Lun walked to the bedside and kissed Feng Qiwu on the face while buttoning it up, and said, "You can go to the star domain network to watch TV, or you can go to the audio-visual room. I have hidden a lot of good things, and a new episode of your favorite TV series has been released."

The audio-visual room is also a good choice!

☆, Fanwai Morun & Feng Qiwu (18)

Feng Qiwu hugged Mo Lun, and said reluctantly: "Then you have to come back early, I will wait for you."

"Go to bed early if you're sleepy, or you'll have a headache tomorrow."

Mo Lun pinched Feng Qiwu's fleshy face before leaving the house.

After Morun left, Feng Qiwu rolled on the bed for 10 to [-] minutes, and finally confirmed one thing - he had insomnia.

He slowly got up from the bed, rubbed his belly, and turned over from room to room on a whim.

For the time being, Feng Qiwu doesn’t know much about privacy—in his opinion, Morun is his lover and the baby’s father. He can tell Morun the biggest secret himself. Of course, Morun should The same goes for him.

Therefore, when Feng Qiwu came to a secret locked hut at the corner of the third floor, he did not hesitate to use the lock-picking technique of a treasured sword, and opened the little black hut effortlessly.

It was dark inside, and even with the lights on, the light was dim.

The hut is not too big, and there are not too many things, but everything is different, and it can be described as a world of difference.

There are plush toys that the little ones will love, as well as expensive model mechs.

Feng Qiwu sharply saw the red rattle placed in a transparent glass window.

He opened a photo album, and the word "time" was written in a beautiful font on the title page.

On the first page of the photo album, Feng Qiwu saw a woman with an appearance that was [-]% similar to Mo Lun, with a charming temperament, smiling and bowing her head, holding a sleeping baby in her arms.

Next to the photo, I wrote a sentence - for my favorite baby, a one-month-old little Mo Lun.

That's Moron!

Feng Qiwu was excited for a moment, and immediately opened the second and third pages impatiently...

This photo album witnessed Mo Lun's time from infancy to adolescence, watching Mo Lun grow up page by page, Feng Qiwu felt an indescribable sense of excitement.

When he turned to a page at the back, he froze for a moment.

In the photo, Moren hugged this beautiful teenager intimately and was kissing him.

With a thump in his heart, Feng Qiwu comforted himself that this was just Mo Lun's normal social etiquette.

But the handwriting next to it made him unable to deceive himself - "Let Mino propose to me, maybe I failed a bit, but anyway, I have a fiancée!"

"Who is Mino?" Feng Qiwu frowned.

He remembered that Moron had said a long time ago that he had a fiancée and that he would have monkeys with him!

Feng Qiwu felt a throbbing pain in his heart, but soon he was relieved.

It was him who was with Rui and Morun, his fiancée, and Morun never mentioned it again.

Shouldn't it be important?

That page is still Morun and Mino, both of them are wearing military uniforms, and they are heroic.

military uniform?

Feng Qiwu rubbed his eyes, his palms were inexplicably sweaty.

Because of the God's Realm Alliance, he has never had a good impression of people in military uniforms. Those are the minions of the empire and his enemies.

But how could Moron wear military uniform?He is still smiling so happily. Could it be that he was also a soldier?

A line next to it reads: I will send him on a long journey and wait here for his triumphant return. Maybe I will prepare a grand wedding to marry my bride.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were deeply hurt by the words wedding and bride, and he felt his eyes a little sore.

There are still a few pages to come, but Feng Qiwu dared not read any further from the initial impatient.

He didn't know what was in store for him, but he had a very bad premonition.

Does Moran like mine?Maybe he once liked this fiancée, but it must not be as deep as liking me.

So that is an ex, and he has already become a big potato in Morun's heart, and I am the big pearl!

Feng Qiwu comforted himself, took a deep breath and turned to the next page.

The purpose of entry is a tombstone.

The cold stone tombstone is separated from the plane and three-dimensional gap, but it can also make people feel overwhelmingly heavy and solemn.

Even if the background is a large area of ​​gorgeous purple kites, the sky is covered with burning blood-colored fire clouds, and the boy in the middle of the tombstone has a sweet smile, it is still impossible to deny the fact that a dead person is buried there.

In that young year, Feng Qiwu recognized at a glance that he was a boy named Mino, who was also Mo Lun's fiancée.

But the time on the tombstone was erected a year before he met Morun!

There was a line of small characters engraved on the tombstone, because there were very few words written, Feng Qiwu didn't care.

His eyes stayed on a line of writing next to him.

"In my heart, you will always be my wife. Mino, I swear on the honor of the Keldenton family that I will make those who hurt you pay the worst price."

The Kyle Dentons?

Feng Qiwu muttered this thunderous surname, his mind went blank—he didn't dare to think any further, but his rigorous thinking was already running automatically and uncontrollably.

After getting along for so long, he never asked what Morun's surname was, because he never cared about the other party's family, identity, and status, which meant nothing to him.

Feng Qiwu would occasionally feel disappointed when Morun didn't take him to see his family, but he always believed that there was always a reason for Morun to do so, and one day Morun would tell him himself.

But what Feng Qiwu can accept does not include his own enemies!

Feng Qiwu's fingers were cold, and he stayed on the terminal for a long time.

Afterwards, he made up his mind to open Morun's contact information and sent him a message.

"Moron, what's your last name?"

Morun, who was negotiating with the high-ranking general Custer in the military department, was stunned when he saw the news.

For no reason, how could Feng Qiwu ask this question?

He didn't answer.

He needs to have a face-to-face talk with Feng Qiwu about this kind of matter.

"10 minutes, my request." Mo Lun had clearly expressed his impatience.

Admiral Custer's eyes sank for a moment: "Half an hour, Duke Moron, I think we still have room for discussion."

"Up to 15 minutes." Mo Lun held the Di feather key in his hand, and his uneasiness expanded inexplicably.

The full moon outside the window was bright and white, but it was sometimes covered by clouds, which gave Mo Lun a strange feeling.

Feng Qiwu's heart was even heavier when he didn't receive a reply from Mo Lun.

Since the two got together, no matter where Morun was or what he was doing, he would always reply to him as soon as possible, never exceeding 1 minute.

Right now, it's 5 minutes.

There is one more page in the photo album.

To see, or not to see?

Should I trust him?Wait for him to come back and ask directly, or continue to read?

Am I misunderstanding Moran?For more than a year, he has been very good to me.

Thinking this way, Feng Qiwu walked slowly to the door of the hut.

There was a sudden pain in the abdomen, which brought back Feng Qiwu's sudden thoughts.

The small fetus seemed to give Feng Qiwu infinite strength, giving him the courage to turn around and go back.

No, I want to know the whole story!I can't let the child not even know the father's last name!

The last page was finally opened by Feng Qiwu.

The evil of Pandora's Box has since come to the world.

After a long time, a drop of water smacked on the page and quickly became dizzy.

Feng Qiwu took two steps back, his legs softened and he fell to the ground, dumbfounded like a statue.

A few minutes later, Feng Qiwu staggered like a drunk, barely got up from the ground, pursed his lips and began to writhe in the room.

Every plush doll was thrown from the table and the cabinet by him. He wanted to open the glass cabinet with many things, but found that he needed a key.

Feng Qiwu was extremely calm, he took out a slender silk thread, and tossed his hands calmly on the delicate and small lock for half a minute, and the beautiful retro lock opened with a bang.

A stack of expensive and beautiful papers is placed in the very center.

Feng Qiwu opened them and looked at them one by one.

The handwriting is delicate and beautiful, just like that young man, every word and every sentence reveals his deep love for his fiancé.

The paper was scattered all over the floor, Feng Qiwu continued to open another item next to it.

They were a pair of rings, a larger one and a smaller one, with "Mino Castor" engraved on the larger one, and "Moron Kel" on the smaller one. Denton".

According to the tradition of the Galactic Empire, the ring should be engraved with the other party's name.

Seeing Mo Lun's surname, Feng Qiwu just glanced at it expressionlessly, he already had a solid foundation in his heart.

The two rings were casually thrown on the ground, together with a delicate velvet box.

The Ziyuan that has been air-dried, and many small things, but none of them have anything to do with him.

Finally, Feng Qiwu's eyes stopped on the small rattle.

The redness stung his eyes, he stroked his aching abdomen, and wanted to cry, but this feeling of wanting to cry without tears bothered him and prevented his tears from falling down.

Slightly shaking his lips, Feng Qiwu took the rattle and twirled it in his hand, and the crisp sound resounded in the dark and dead room.

☆, Fanwai Morun & Feng Qiwu (19)

It has come to this point, in Feng Qiwu's view, there is nothing more irritating to him.

However, when the images stored in the video robot were presented in front of Feng Qiwu in such a straightforward manner, he still experienced what it means to have the world collapse.

The record of time is the night when he and Morun met.

On such a beautiful big bed, that naked and unconscious person was touched, kneaded, bitten and kissed by several strange and dirty men.

Feng Qiwu was almost dumbfounded.

That person is very strange, yet very familiar, it seems to be him, but it seems not to be him.

The young man's legs were separated, and under the camera of the delicate and flexible robot, all the private places were clearly photographed.

Turning the angle of view slightly, Feng Qiwu's eyes were completely plunged into darkness. Mo Lun was sitting on a sofa, admiring the scene gracefully with his hands folded.

When the disgusting place entered the young man's body immediately, the recording stopped abruptly.

However, it plays repeatedly, over and over again.

Feng Qiwu's heart surged with blood, and his abdomen was in unbearable pain.

He had a nauseating feeling in his stomach, but he could only cover his mouth and retch.

However, all the pain seems to have become a decoration.

The red snare drum fell to the ground and made a muffled sound.

Like a ghost, Feng Qiwu fluttered away from this nightmarish hut.

Laughing suddenly, Feng Qiwu opened the terminal and sent a few short words to Mo Lun.

Then, he took the terminal off his hand and threw it in the trash.

Feng Qiwu walked to the bedroom he shared with Mo Lun, lay down in the already cold quilt, and wrapped himself tightly.

His stomach hurts, not only the stomach hurts, but the whole body hurts.

Just fall asleep, it's just a nightmare.

Just a nightmare.

Feng Qiwu comforted himself, curled up his body like a ball of prawns, and quickly fell asleep with the unbearable pain.

Central Military Department.

Admiral Custer said: "I have been paying attention to Your Excellency the Duke these days, and then I discovered some interesting things. I just want to know whether the rumors I heard are true or not."

The feather in Morun's hand stopped spinning for a moment, and then started spinning again.

"As you think."

Castor's anger seemed to burst out without warning, and the thick conference table was cracked in several cracks.

"Is this what you did to my son? What did you say? You were with your enemy!" Custer almost forgot that he was talking to the royal family.

But how could he endure the loss of his only son?

Moron's terminal beeped, but he didn't look at it.

"I will take him to recruit Mino, and I will ask him to apologize to Mino. As for the rest, how about using God's Domain Alliance to repay?"

Castor seemed to be choked by the throat.

"The negotiation is over, you can think about it again."

Morun put the feather away, opened the terminal's new message and said: "I have taken the key, you can find me anytime."

When Mo Lun scanned the line of news from Feng Qiwu, his expression of winning the ticket suddenly froze——

"Moron Keldenton."

Just this name is enough for Morun to explain his guilty conscience tonight.

What Admiral Custer said, he didn't care at all, he drove back to his home in the outskirts at the maximum speed, slammed the door open, and ran upstairs.

Along the way, he didn't think about how to explain it at all, his mind was full of how Feng Qiwu knew and whether he would think wildly after knowing it.

The bedrooms are on the third floor.

When he came upstairs, he immediately saw the door at the end that hadn't been opened for a long time, it was just wide open.

Dim light spilled from the door onto the bright floor.

Mo Lun walked in slowly, rubbing his aching forehead.

A mess all over the place.

Rings, paper, toys, and some messy boxes.

But Mo Lun didn't care about all of this at all. Instead, with red eyes, he fixedly looked at the video screen played on the wall in a loop.

His heart kept sinking, sinking, sinking into the bottomless abyss.

Picking up the robot, Morun used his strength to completely scrap it into a mass of waste materials.

He turned around and saw the open photo album out of the corner of his eye.

The album was turned to the last page.

Morun walked over, eyes full of various emotions, and fell on the photo.

In that photo, there was a young man with a light expression and an elegant appearance. It was probably taken secretly, so his appearance was slightly blurred, but his identity could still be easily identified.

Next to it, there is a handwriting that Mo Lun is familiar with——

"Next month on NO.18, Feng Qiwu will visit his younger brother in the imperial capital. I really wonder if Feng Qitong is already on the side of the imperial family, otherwise I will probably spend a lot of effort to get news of my enemy.

Mino, I'll let him come and go. "

A drop of water that hadn't dried up made Mo Lun almost unable to control his emotions.

All the things he was most worried about and most afraid of, all happened.

In just one hour after he left, such earth-shaking changes took place.

"Da Feng'er..."

Morun's heart ached, and he ran towards the bedroom suddenly.

The door was almost knocked open, he turned on the headlights in the room, and at a glance he saw Feng Qiwu who was about to be wrapped in a quilt.

"Big Fenger."

Mo Lun yelled with trembling lips, but there was no response.

He came to the bed with cold hands and feet, and after a three-second pause, his expression suddenly changed, and he vigorously lifted the quilt.

The red that smudged the whole world made Morun almost kneel on the ground.

He picked up Feng Qiwu, who had already fainted from cold sweat, from the bed, and ran outside with Gu Wuli in his hands.

He had already forgotten that he could drive and that he was still a long way from the city center, so he ran all the way from home to the First Royal Hospital with Feng Qiwu in his arms.

People's potential is infinite. When Morun was exhausted and collapsed on the corridor of the hospital, only a little over ten minutes had passed.

Breathing hurts, and the lungs seem to be squeezed. With a hoarse voice, Mo Lun held the doctor's hand and begged: "Help him, save him..."

He is his whole world.

The waiting time was long, and when the first twilight of the sky lit up, Feng Qiwu was pushed out.

Mo Lun, who had been stunned all night, jumped up from his seat as if stimulated by something, and rushed to Feng Qiwu's side.

The doctor's complexion was no better than Feng Qiwu's.

"The child...is very dangerous. Although it has been barely saved, it is easy to have a slippery tire. Although Madam is young, she is not old enough to conceive and have children, let alone emotional ups and downs. Your Excellency, can you Take good care of him."

"How is he?" Mo Lun didn't take his eyes off Feng Qiwu's face for a second.

The doctor said: "No serious problem, just make up your body."

Moron waved the doctor away.

all right?

He also hoped it was okay.

But Mo Lun understood that all of Feng Qiwu's major obstacles were in his heart.

"Da Feng'er, give me a chance to explain, okay?" Mo Lun kept lying next to Feng Qiwu, whispering.

"I'll tell you everything if you want to know."

"I love you and I love our children."

"Don't hate me..."

"..."

When Feng Qiwu woke up, it was nearly dusk.

He seemed to have had a long, long nightmare. In the dream, there were grotesque ghosts and people he liked, but those people, like a ghost wearing a mask, walked past him, from his Pass through the body and take his life away.

The cold hand was held by someone, Feng Qiwu turned his slightly painful head, and saw Mo Lun sitting beside the bed with a haggard face.

Having known each other for such a long time, Mo Lun always gives people a sense of calmness, elegance and elegance. This is the first time Feng Qiwu saw him with a slovenly appearance.

"You're awake." Morun hadn't closed his eyes since last night, and his voice seemed to have been frosted, low and hoarse.

Feng Qiwu looked at him motionless, and then asked: "Where is this?"

"We are in the hospital." Mo Lun's voice was soft, he raised his hand to touch Feng Qiwu's forehead, and said, "You are sick."

Feng Qiwu said: "I don't like the hospital, I want to go home."

His current condition is not suitable for recuperating without a doctor's care, but Mo Lun did not dare to disobey him at this time, so he leaned over and kissed Feng Qiwu on the forehead.

This gentle kiss lasted for a long time, so long that Feng Qiwu thought that Mo Lun had fallen asleep.

"Let's go back now." Mo Lun raised the corner of his lower lip tragically, and carefully lifted Feng Qiwu from the bed.

Along the way, Feng Qiwu was very obedient.

However, his obedience and silence gave Mo Lun a sense of fear—he would rather Feng Qiwu make a scene and look aggrieved like a child, than he would be so calm and unresponsive.

☆, Fanwai Morun & Feng Qiwu (20)

After arriving home, Mo Lun put Feng Qiwu on the sofa in the living room, and then he squatted on the ground, gently resting his head on his protruding abdomen.

"Da Feng'er, the doctor said that your emotions should not fluctuate too much, otherwise it will affect the baby's health... If you have any unhappy things, you can vent it to me, don't hold it all in your heart."

Feng Qiwu didn't speak.

After a while, he said softly, "I'm tired."

Morun had no choice but to carry him into the bedroom.

It wasn't the previous bedroom, because the blood-stained sheets hadn't been changed there.

After Feng Qiwu covered the quilt, a pair of pitch-black eyes fixedly looked at Mo Lun, and said, "Go out."

"I'll be with you."

Mo Lun felt restless, and he dared not leave even a single step.

Feng Qiwu smiled, his expression was a little cold, he touched his protruding abdomen, and said: "I will not hurt myself, nor will I hurt my flesh and blood. I am different from you, I don't have so many calculations, and I don't know too much Intrigue thing."

Mo Lun felt a dull pain in his heart, and felt that there was nothing in this world that could make him more sad than Feng Qiwu's accusation.

But Feng Qiwu's words also made him feel a little relieved. After struggling for a while, Mo Lun saw Feng Qiwu tightly closed his eyes, with a very firm attitude, so he had no choice but to back out of the room.

As soon as the door was closed, the closed eyes suddenly opened.

Those dark eyes were full of uncontrollable panic and sadness, sometimes empty, sometimes dark, and there was no calm and dead silence that he pretended to face Morun before.

What happened last night, every scene and every scene is firmly in his mind, so that Feng Qiwu will never forget it no matter what.

He is simple, but not stupid.

Even when he receives some kind of information from the outside world, his brain will transform the information faster than ordinary people, forming an answer that is closest to the truth.

One by one, the beads are connected in series.

From the first day he knew Morun, he walked into a trap specially set for him. Step by step, bit by bit, he fell deeply into this trap and was tightly bound.

But this is not what makes Feng Qiwu most sad.

His chest rose and fell, and the corners of his eyes slowly turned red.

It turns out that at this time, he still likes Moron—the first person who told him to be friends, the first person with his lips, the first person who had skin-to-skin contact with him, the first person who let him He understands what love is.

However, this person gave him a blow to the head and made him fall into a hell that was colder than the abyss.

The scene in the video suddenly flashed in Feng Qiwu's mind, his whole body seemed to be covered with dirty bugs, which made him want to vomit.

He got up from the bed, stepped on the cold floor with his bare feet, and ran towards the bathroom in panic and stumbled...

Morun stood outside the gate for a while, but didn't hear any movement inside, so he pressed his forehead dejectedly, leaned on the railing and remained silent.

He didn't have the heart to take care of everything, and the call from the terminal disgusted him like a urging talisman, and now he even had such an idea—to take Feng Qiwu away immediately, and no longer care about anything in the empire.

After 10 minutes, Morun still couldn't resist the uneasiness in his heart, and pushed open the bedroom door.

However, the quilt was wide open, and there was no one on the bed at all.

Before the sudden shock in his heart subsided, Morun heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

He called out "Dafeng'er" and hurriedly strode towards the bathroom.

Pushing open the door, the naked young man who was about to bleed out frightened him.

Mo Lun rushed over, grabbed Feng Qiwu's right hand that was scratching on his chest, and his eyes were deeply fixed by the criss-crossing bloody marks on his white chest.

"What are you doing? You said you wouldn't hurt yourself. What are you doing now?"

Mo Lun couldn't help howling anymore, he hugged the expressionless Feng Qiwu tightly in his arms, and said painfully: "I know you are angry, you are angry, you are sad, you can get angry at me I do everything you want, but you don't punish me like this... Dafenger, can you give me a chance to explain?"

Feng Qiwu's bloody skin was pressed against the material of Mo Lun's body, and it hurt even more when he was rubbed against it. However, he seemed to be immune to pain and didn't even notice it.

He stretched out his other imprisoned hand, and continued the movement of his right hand.

Mo Lun was completely frightened, he fished Feng Qiwu out of the pool, and wanted to carry him out of the bathroom.

It wasn't until this time that Feng Qiwu seemed to come over in a daze, and made a move to resist.

"Don't touch me! Go away, I don't want to see you!"

Mo Lun's body was pushed hard, and the arm touched by Feng Qiwu went numb for a while, and fell down.

Feng Qiwu borrowed a clever trick to roll over from his arms, supported his abdomen with one hand, and the edge of the pool with the other, and jumped into the wide bathtub again with his lips pursed.

He was wiping his body, using his hands and fingernails, wisps of blood spread in the clear water, scattered into wisps, and then disappeared.

Moron's eyes hurt.

Feng Qiwu didn't speak, didn't make a sound, just rubbed his body so vigorously... No need to ask, Mo Lun knew the reason.

He slowly took off his coat, entered the water from the edge of the pool, and approached Feng Qiwu who was hiding inside bit by bit.

"Don't come near me." Feng Qiwu stopped his hands, retreated like a child angry, and leaned his back against the wall of the pool.

Morun said sadly: "They didn't touch you, after that... I regretted it, I didn't let them go to the end."

Feng Qiwu's body stiffened, even the sound of water stopped.

How dare Moron speak about such a thing?

Sucking his nose, Feng Qiwu looked at Mo Lun slowly, chuckled, and said softly, "Didn't touch me? What do you mean didn't touch me?"

He looked down at the bloody chest again, the dirty feeling made him vomit directly holding his lips - but he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he could only vomit stomach acid.

There was a rush of water, and Mo Lun rushed over and hugged Feng Qiwu tightly from behind.

"Don't you think it's dirty?" Feng Qiwu struggled vigorously, but his physical strength was not as good as before, and he couldn't get rid of Mo Lun's shackles at all.

Finally, as if collapsing, Feng Qiwu gave up struggling, covered his face and sobbed: "Don't you feel dirty?"

Moron whispered apologies in his ear, then told him he was clean.

Feng Qiwu sobbed softly, his long hair wet by water stuck to his face.

"If...you don't think I'm dirty, why did you not want to hug me at the beginning?"

After stumbling out these words, Feng Qiwu felt that all his dignity had been reduced to ashes—at least in front of Morun, he became the poor wretch who begged for mercy and had no dignity to talk about.

It has come to such a point that even he himself despises himself.

His world is too clean, too spotless to tolerate any dirt.

For Mo Lun, Feng Qiwu's words were undoubtedly adding salt to the wound in his heart.

He remembered the original intention clearly, but he didn't expect that his own fault would become Feng Qiwu's sharp sword to hurt himself now.

Before Mo Lun could speak, he was rejected by Feng Qiwu.

"I don't want to hear any explanation, and I don't want to hear from you."

Sometimes, Feng Qiwu is easy to coax, but sometimes, he is so stubborn that even Mo Lun can't do anything about it.

Feng Qiwu turned around, put his hands on Morun's shoulders, looked closely into his eyes with tearful eyes, and asked, "Have you taken revenge now? Are you happy?"

Morun's lips trembled, and he said, "If you say that I have given up revenge a long time ago, will you believe me?"

"Give up?" Feng Qiwu felt like laughing, but he cried.

Although, as the eldest son of the Feng family, he never liked to cry, but when his heart was too sad, he still couldn't help but want to vent - even until now, he hadn't learned how to hide his emotions in front of Morun.

"If you gave up, why did you treat me like that? Why am I so sad that I'm going to die now?" Feng Qiwu's sobs became louder and louder, and he cried loudly like a child who was extremely wronged.

Mo Lun wiped his tears at him helplessly, and said in a trembling voice: "That thing...was left behind when we were not together at the beginning, I never thought that I would have true feelings for you at that time...so in Before leaving the imperial capital, it was placed in a cupboard. Later... I have forgotten its existence..."

The preface explained incoherently, and Mo Lun didn't know how much Feng Qiwu had listened to, but Feng Qiwu's noise was always wafting in the bathroom, and he almost cried when he heard it.

It took an unknown amount of time before Feng Qiwu stopped crying.

His eyes were red and swollen, and their sockets were hot.

Moron kissed his eyes and finally shed tears too.

He hugged Feng Qiwu who was no longer struggling, and let the medical robot heal his wound.

Perhaps because he was tired from crying, Feng Qiwu returned to the state of a good baby, letting Mo Lun wipe his hair and body.

He talked about every detail of his life in the palace, about his encounter with Mino, and about the torment and pain in his heart that no one understood.

☆、Fan Wai Mo Lun & Feng Qiwu (21)

"I'm not lying to you, Dafeng'er. I admit that I held resentment towards you at first, and wished I could tear you to pieces, but after getting along with you, I couldn't control myself more and more... At first I didn't dare to touch you, I It's also very painful, and I always feel that once I'm with you, I've betrayed Mino completely... But if I had to choose between you and the promise, I can only be that villain who betrayed his promise..."

Before I knew it, I talked all night.

Feng Qiwu didn't fall asleep, he was listening carefully, sometimes in a trance, sometimes awake.

"I just want to be with you," Moron said.

Feng Qiwu thought, should he believe it?

Meeting by coincidence, falling in love without revenge, staying together without premeditation...

He didn't even know if he should believe it.

The intermediary has always been a very simple person. If he likes someone, he will do it wholeheartedly, and will not hide or deceive.

"Moron."

Feng Qiwu took the initiative to take Mo Lun's hand and placed it on Yuanyuan's stomach.

There was some pleading in his voice: "Promise me, whether you want to revenge me or not, don't hurt our children."

Moron wanted to say, I will not take revenge on you, let alone hurt our children.

But he couldn't speak.

His credibility in Feng Qiwu's heart is already in jeopardy, maybe at this time he will not be forgiven by Feng Qiwu no matter what he says.

He understood Feng Qiwu's request, just to feel more at ease.

"I promise you, I will not hurt this child, nor will I hurt you."

Feng Qiwu got the promise, put his hand on Mo Lun's hand stroking his belly, and said, "As long as you don't hurt the baby, I will try to trust you."

Moran frowned and closed his eyes.

He sighed deeply in his heart.

From then on, Feng Qiwu never mentioned what he saw in that hut, as if he never knew anything about it.

He still treats Morun purely, and he will take care of himself in the imperial capital with peace of mind.

After Feng Qiwu knew his identity, Mo Lun stopped hiding anything, and even mentioned taking him to meet Xiao Feng'er.

But Feng Qiwu refused.

Even on the surface, he looked the same as usual, but there were already countless doubts in his heart - who exactly did Mo Lun get the information about his whereabouts from.

He didn't know how to face the younger brother he always trusted, and he didn't know whether the people around him were sincere or fake.

The illusion of calm, which lasted only a week, was broken again.

Through the light screen, Feng Qiwu saw Wen Yu's face that was already smeared with makeup.

"Master, minions of the Imperial Army have appeared on Nightmare Star, and we have already dealt with them."

At this moment, Feng Qiwu's mood was actually calm.

As if he had expected this result long ago, he couldn't make any waves at all.

"I see." Feng Qiwu said lightly.

The sound of the bombing was the background music, and Wen Yu was extremely anxious, and asked, "What should we do now?"

Feng Qiwu twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, and said, "Let's go."

"Leave?" Wen Yu was stunned.

It carries all the painstaking efforts of the Alliance of Gods, and it is the place where Feng Qiwu has lived for 20 years. Leaving means abandoning and giving up!

And Feng Qiwu, how could he be willing?

Wen Yu clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and said, "They couldn't find the entrance."

"They can find it."

Feng Qiwu suddenly raised his voice, got up from the chair suddenly, his expression was cold, "They have mastered all the secrets of the underground city, and they can even enter the alliance through the safest passage, which is now the most unsafe place, you guys Get out of the underpass and blow it up."

Wen Yu's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly integrated these instructions together.

A terrible sixth sense arises spontaneously.

Looking at Feng Qiwu's bloodless face, Wen Yu asked with difficulty: "Is it Morun?"

There is no need for Feng Qiwu to answer, Wen Yu, who has read countless people and is very good at observing words and expressions, already has the answer in her heart.

What he was most worried about finally happened.

However, at this time, what he is most concerned about is not the future of the Alliance of Gods, but this Feng Qiwu who is all alone in the imperial capital.

What kind of stimulation should such a clean and simple person receive after experiencing dirty and despicable things?

Wen Yu took a deep breath and asked calmly: "Master, do you