Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

What do you plan to do?Are you still leaving him? "

leave?

Feng Qiwu shook his head, and rubbed his palms on his stomach twice.

It's been almost six months.

After six months, his basic elemental strength will quickly recover, and all his actions need to be launched at that time.

"I can't leave yet." Feng Qiwu said softly, "Give me ten days, and I will go to meet with you."

"But……"

"By the way, you leave the matter to other people, leave Nightmare Star, and help me investigate two people."

Wen Yu frowned: "Who?"

Feng Qiwu said: "Moron Keldenton and a man named Mino Custer."

"Keldenton?"

Wen Yu turned pale with shock. He never imagined that Mo Lun would be a member of the royal family, and it was very possible that he was a direct bloodline!

A few seconds later, Wen Yu quickly turned on his terminal and called up the stored data more than two years ago.

A photo of a young man appeared on the light screen, Wen Yu passed it to Feng Qiwu, and said, "Is this the Mino Custer you are talking about?"

Feng Qiwu's body froze for a moment, then he said nonchalantly, "It's him."

Although he had never seen this person before, and he didn't know him at all, he had only seen it once, and he would never forget it.

He is Morun's fiancée, and she is also the one whom Morun can't let go of.

Wen Yudao: "He is the only son of General Custer of the Empire. He went to Nightmare Star more than two years ago in an attempt to encircle and suppress us. But he didn't find the right direction at all, and went all the way to the northern hemisphere. Later, their team encountered a group of alien beasts." , Almost the entire army was wiped out, and Mino Custer was also under heavy responsibility. I saw that they were at the end of their battle, so they wanted to use the waste, so they brought Mino to the base and injected him with the alien beast gene."

"What happened later?" Feng Qiwu asked.

"I only injected him with the primary fusion gene of the first stage, and his fusion was not bad, but when I was preparing for the second stage of fusion, he ran out alone. I was a little bit sorry at the time, but later on Haven't seen him. Must be dead by now."

After Wen Yu finished speaking, he asked a little strangely: "Master, why did you suddenly ask him?"

In the past, Feng Qiwu would never ask about these matters, let alone more than two years had passed.

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and said: "He is indeed dead, you can find out where his grave is for me—right away."

Wen Yu was completely messed up, but his subordinates were absolutely unambiguous, and immediately found a safe place to use various means to trick his "gold masters" in the military.

More than half an hour later, an address was sent from Feng Qiwu's terminal.

When Mo Lun left the palace and returned home, there was no sign of Feng Qiwu.

He searched the entire villa, but did not see any message Feng Qiwu left for him.

Thinking about the two parties who had already started to confront each other below, Mo Lun pressed his throbbing temple, opened the terminal and sent Feng Qiwu a light screen request.

This time, Feng Qiwu quickly connected.

There was a metal wall behind him, and he was wearing the dark red robe he wore when he first saw him.

"Molun, tell Caesar and the Imperial Army to evacuate the Nightmare Planet immediately." Feng Qiwu spoke first, with an indifferent face and a flat tone.

Mo Lun sighed and said, "As expected, you already know."

Feng Qiwu didn't make a sound.

Mo Lun said slowly: "Brother Huang promised me that he will not touch you. All he wants is the Alliance of Gods. Even if this organization is not eliminated now, it will have the same result in the future. Da Fenger, you are not suitable for intrigue, win Negative is not determined by a person's strength."

This was the first time the two of them spoke frankly about the relationship between the Empire and the Alliance of Gods.

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and said softly: "So Mo Lun, have you ever asked me if I am happy? Have you ever asked me if I would trade God's Domain Alliance for my own safety?"

He smiled quietly, with some bitterness: "Even if one day the Alliance of Gods will disappear in the history of the Galactic Empire, I don't hope that you will be the one who makes it disappear."

Even if the skills are not as good as others, it must not be betrayed by the people around him.

It is even less likely to be Moron.

However, at this time, Feng Qiwu was quite disappointed.

He was originally a very neat person, no matter what he did or said, he never liked to beat around the bush.

It is the same at this time.

Feng Qiwu said: "There are still three hours before the spaceship lands. Moron, if you don't want to see me again from now on, then let Caesar stop attacking Nightmare Star."

Hearing the determination in his words, Morun was shocked for a moment, and said in disbelief, "Are you forcing me?"

☆、Fan Wai Mo Lun & Feng Qiwu (22)

"I'm forcing you, so how do you choose?"

Feng Qiwu sat down with his stomach supported, and said with a sneer: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch a tiger's cub. For your brother, you have already done this. How can you still say that you like me now?"

"My feelings for you are never fake!" Morun left the villa, suppressing his negative emotions, and said, "Where are you now? Where are you going?"

"Then your feelings are really cheap." Feng Qiwu said with a touch of sarcasm: "I'm going to the planet Mingbei to see your fiancée by the way."

"What did you say?" Mo Lun stopped in a hurry.

"See if he sleeps peacefully underground with a smile on his face, see if his body has turned into bones, see what his sleeping place looks like, and see how important he is in your heart."

Feng Qiwu's pure face evoked a strange smile: "If I say I'm going to dig his grave, are you willing to have a good talk with your brother?"

Mo Lun choked for breath, and after a full 2 ​​minutes, he said with [-]% inconceivable and [-]% anger: "Are you kidding?"

"I never joke."

Feng Qiwu was very indifferent, and said word by word: "Retreat, or let your fiancée be crushed."

At this moment, Mo Lun was finally sure that Feng Qiwu was completely annoyed by him.

And according to Feng Qiwu's personality, he can definitely do things like pick up graves, whip corpses, and throw away bones and ashes.

Feng Qiwu was so reckless and did whatever he wanted, so he couldn't be judged by the sophistication of the world in ordinary society.

The two faced each other, and Morun's face finally turned cold.

"What's between you and me, don't involve innocent people."

Feng Qiwu asked: "Innocent people? Who are you referring to?"

Feng Qiwu was so disappointed, he comforted the fetus in his womb, calmed his heaving chest, and said, "From the moment you wanted to avenge him, that person couldn't possibly be innocent. Mino Custer, to put it bluntly That is to say, you regard him as a treasure. What is he in my heart? Since he stands between me and you, I will naturally uproot him from your heart. Mo Lun, you must never stop suffering from it. Luan, since you can't forget him in your heart, let me help you forget him."

Moron, too, fell into disappointment.

"So, are you going to use that method to help me forget him?"

Laughing coldly twice, Mo Lun compared his eyes and said: "If you did that kind of thing, I will never forget Mino because of guilt in my heart. Feng Qiwu, you are too ignorant of people's hearts." .”

Can never forget?

Feng Qiwu felt relieved when he heard the flight attendant's reminder that he was about to arrive at the station, and stood up from the sofa while supporting his stomach.

"Big Fenger!"

Mo Lun raised his voice and shouted, clenched his teeth and said, "I will discuss it with Brother Huang, but you are not allowed to disturb him."

Feng Qiwu's footsteps paused, and the corners of his mouth lifted.

"it is good."

Feng Qiwu thought ironically, in Morun's heart, even a dead person's grave is more important than him.

The rise and fall of the Alliance of Gods is actually not determined by a single war.

As long as he, Feng Qiwu, is still alive, there will always be a chance to turn things around. If he can create a God's Domain alliance, he can create countless God's Domain alliances endlessly.

Originally, it was just to take advantage of Mo Lun verbally and stimulate Mo Lun, but at this moment, Feng Qiwu really wanted to crush the guy who occupied Mo Lun's heart!

Why, you are already dead, and you still want to occupy Morun?

War is a life-and-death battle. Can the enemy and the enemy still be kind?

At this time, it was the autumn of Beiling Military Academy.

The yellow leaves rustled down, sprinkled all over the hills.

The purple kites all over the mountains are always blooming and evergreen in all seasons, splashing and blooming enthusiastically, spreading on the entire mountain like a purple carpet.

Feng Qiwu stood in front of the precious hard carved stone tablet, looking down at the boy in the photo.

His sweet smile and slightly immature face all show his youthful beauty.

"I actually fell to the point of robbing a dead man for a man."

Feng Qiwu raised the corners of his lips and sneered sarcastically, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or the boy in the photo.

"It's ridiculous."

Feng Qiwu's eyes fell on the inscription, and his dark eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Wife of Maureen Keldenton."

It turns out that in your heart, he is your real wife.

What are the others?

What am I?

You gave Mino all your guilt and purest love, so what is left for me and your children?

Feng Qiwu stood in the boundless autumn wind, desolately like a dead branch in winter.

He realized something, maybe what he insisted on being together, the trust he gave to Morun, might not be that important in Morun's eyes.

"Really, is it necessary to be so affectionate?"

Feng Qiwu patted his stomach, and said to the child who couldn't hear him: "Baby, what do you think your father will do?"

"I don't know, and I don't know what he should do to make me happy. It seems that I haven't been happy for a long time."

Feng Qiwu sighed, and looked at Mino in the photo again.

"Would you like to make a bet?"

It was the boy's smile that answered him.

"I bet in Morun's heart, I am a little more important than you."

The young man's smile remained unchanged, the clouds were calm and calm.

Feng Qiwu snorted, and snorted: "Don't be so sure about winning, to be honest, I used you to force him to ask his brother to retreat, just to give him a step down."

In the past few days, Morun has always been careful with him, for fear of disobedience.

Feng Qiwu could see that Mo Lun felt guilty towards him, and also understood that as a courtier, Mo Lun had to do some things—even if he didn't want to.

For example, the tasks assigned to him by Caesar.

Feng Qiwu actually felt distressed in his eyes. The Morun he likes is the man who always has a smile on his face and is as intoxicating as a mellow wine, not a frustrated man who is depressed and trapped in a corner .

"Why don't you just let me be a bad guy, anyway, in their eyes, I'm already bad enough, and this time is not bad." Feng Qiwu smiled self-deprecatingly, turned and left.

At the same time, Mo Lun embarked on the road to the planet Pluto.

He didn't expect that the emperor brother, who was determined to win the Alliance of Gods, ordered to abandon the Nightmare Star after a moment of weighing.

Although he couldn't figure out what Caesar was thinking, for Morun, this was nothing more than the best result.

At this moment, the only thing he wants to see most is Feng Qiwu.

When the spaceship arrived at the planet Hades, the weather was a bit late, and the autumn rain was like silk, falling from the sky sparsely.

"Tell me your location." Mo Lun sent Feng Qiwu a message as soon as he got off the airship.

Feng Qiwu quickly returned an address.

Moron looked at the map, and the place was in a small hotel not far from Mino's mausoleum.

After stopping the car, Mo Lun's terminal rang when he was halfway there.

On the light screen, Caesar's face was quite ugly.

"Moron, have you found him?"

Morun said, "I'm on my way to find him."

After a pause, Caesar sighed: "Mino's tomb was torn open, and the ulna was exposed in the wilderness, so it's hard to find all the pieces."

A splash of icy water fell from his head, and Morun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Are you joking?" Morun suppressed his emotions, his lips trembling.

Caesar said calmly: "Will I make a joke about this kind of thing? It was because the nearby residents saw the bones scattered at the foot of the mountain and called the police. The police have already dealt with this vicious incident. Presumably you are going to the cemetery at this time Look, you can still see the scene."

When the terminal was hung up, Mo Lun no longer knew.

The driver saw Morun's face in the rearview mirror, and instantly shivered—this is really trying to kill someone!

After driving tremblingly for a minute, the driver heard Morun say, "Turn in the direction and go to the tomb of Mino Custer."

The Custer family is a well-known family on the planet Hades. Mino died for the country, so he is naturally a martyr. Although ordinary people cannot enter his tomb, it is still easy for the old driver to find the place.

Feng Qiwu felt a little anxious when he heard the sound of rain getting louder and louder outside.

Calculating the time, Morun should have arrived two hours ago, but now it was completely dark, and there was no sign of Morun.

Messages have been sent to countless times, but no reply has been received.

Feng Qiwu pushed open the window, and the rain splashed on his face, he sneezed, and quickly closed the window.

I was uneasy, always feeling that in this kind of weather, nothing good would happen.

Couldn't help sending another message to Mo Lun, this time, Feng Qiwu got a quick reply.

"Wait for me there."

After Feng Qiwu received the message, although he was annoyed that Mo Lun made him worry, he was also slightly relieved—as long as Mo Lun had nothing to do.

Not long after, Feng Qiwu heard a knock on the door, neither fast nor slow, neither high nor low, very regular.

☆, Fanwai Morun & Feng Qiwu (23)

Feng Qiwu opened the door and was shocked.

"Why did you get water all over your body? Is it cold, come in quickly."

Feng Qiwu pulled the expressionless Mo Lun to the door, quickly brought a thick towel from the bathroom, and wiped his face and body that were about to be frozen.

However, Feng Qiwu ignored Mo Lun's gloomy expression.

"Don't tell me you ran all the way here. It's raining so hard outside... Is it going to be winter? Or is the weather on Nightmare Star good, the four seasons are like spring—!"

Just as he was speaking, Feng Qiwu's wrist was grasped vigorously.

Morun's strength seemed to crush his bones, the bath towel fell at their feet, and the air condensed for a while.

"You...what's the matter with you?"

Only then did Feng Qiwu notice Mo Lun's red eyes, which were bloodthirsty, which made him a little scared.

Mo Lun stared at Feng Qiwu's eyes with beastly eyes, forcing him to step back step by step.

Touching the edge of the bed, Feng Qiwu swayed and fell on the bed.

Just as he was about to sit up, Mo Lun pressed his shoulders and held him in place, unable to move.

Mo Lun propped his body on top of Feng Qiwu, looking down at him with hatred in his eyes.

"You did a great job." Morun's voice was hoarse.

Feng Qiwu was stunned for a moment, and asked puzzledly, "What's so good?"

Mo Lun put his hand on Feng Qiwu's neck.

The pulsating blood vessels in the hand are so fragile and slender that they will be cut off with just a little force.

Feng Qiwu frowned and looked at Mo Lun.

He didn't understand why Morun became like this, and he didn't know what he should say now.

Compared with his own situation, he was more worried about Morun at this time——what kind of stimulation he had received.

The collapsed tombstone, the purple irises that were completely destroyed by a fire, and the scattered bones...all of these were screaming in Morun's mind, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Mino's smile, Mino's kindness, and the contrast with the cruel reality made Morun unable to breathe, let alone forgive the person he loved deeply.

He was almost driven mad by the guilt towards Mino, and he could no longer accept himself who broke his promise and stayed with his enemy.

With red eyes and a painful face, Mo Lun pulled Feng Qiwu up from the bed, hugged him and walked outside.

"Wait, what's wrong with you? Where are you taking me?" Feng Qiwu raised his voice and grabbed Mo Lun's arm, trying to wake him up.

However, Mo Lun's strength was much stronger than his, and he still pushed his back forcefully with one hand, forcing Feng Qiwu and him to leave the hotel.

Feng Qiwu was completely angry, he shook off Mo Lun's hand, and took two steps back, away from this guy who went crazy for no reason.

"You are simply too restless, inexplicable."

After Feng Qiwu finished speaking, he was about to go back to the house, but just after taking two steps, his shoulders were pulled back vigorously, and he was immediately picked up by Mo Lun, ignoring the other guests' watching and pointing, and strode out go.

This time, Feng Qiwu died down.

seat,

Morun is so persistent in getting him out, probably because he has something important to do.

A black car was parked outside the door, and Feng Qiwu was squeezed in after only a few seconds of rain.

Along the way, Moron sat in the driver's seat without saying a word.

"Here, get out of the car."

Mo Lun parked the car in an open space with a cold voice.

Looking at the familiar scene outside the window, as well as the pouring rain, Feng Qiwu felt apprehensive.

He turned cold and said, "It's raining so hard, why did you take me to see your fiancee?"

Morun laughed softly: "You really came here."

Feng Qiwu didn't understand what was inside, and admitted: "I saw him first on the first day I came here."

"Look at him?" The corner of Morun's mouth curled up in a cold arc, "Get out of the car."

Feng Qiwu rubbed his belly and said, "Can't you come back tomorrow? It's rainy and cloudy, even with an umbrella, it's easy to affect your body. My body is now..."

"I said get off!"

Mo Lun suddenly raised his voice and interrupted Feng Qiwu's words, almost frightening Feng Qiwu to a halt.

"What are you doing to me?" Feng Qiwu has never been too soft-tempered, and he said back: "It's just a dead person, why should I come to worship him at night when I'm a living person?"

The word "dead" completely angered Morun.

He got out of the car, opened the rear door, and pulled Feng Qiwu out.

The heavy rain chilled Feng Qiwu in an instant, and after he sneezed, Feng Qiwu cursed "crazy", and had to follow Mo Lun to the lower cemetery.

After the fire burned, the hills full of purple kites had turned into scorched black.

Feng Qiwu was originally reluctant, but he couldn't help being surprised when he saw such a scene.

"What's going on here?" He asked in surprise as he wiped the rain from his face.

Mo Lun was unmoved, as if he hadn't heard what he said, he pulled his wrist forcefully, and pulled Feng Qiwu to the broken tombstone.

Feng Qiwu gasped, the tombstone that was brand new and solemn two days ago turned into a pile of stones!

And the soil behind the stele was also turned over!

"How could this be?"

"kneel down."

Two voices sounded at the same time, floating in the rain.

Feng Qiwu felt that he had heard wrongly, so he resisted the urge to pick his ears, and asked, "Sorry, what did you say?"

The rain fell down Morun's chin, and his seaweed-like hair was black. Morun gently stroked the photo frame placed in front of the stone pile, moved his throat, and said firmly and slowly, "Kneel down."

Even the icy heavy rain couldn't extinguish Feng Qiwu's flames of anger at this moment.

"Kneel him? I, Feng Qiwu, kneel to the sky and kneel to my parents. What kind of thing is he?"

Feng Qiwu looked at Mo Lun coldly, his trembling hands showed that he was trying to control his anger.

Mo Lun raised his eyes, got up and came to Feng Qiwu's side, looking at him as if he was looking at a stranger.

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay back."

"What do I owe him?" Feng Qiwu asked.

If you die in the war, you can only blame yourself for not being strong enough and not as skilled as others.

It was a gamble, and I was willing to admit defeat.

However, Mo Lun was already overwhelmed by pain and remorse. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and pressed Feng Qiwu's shoulder, exerting heavy ancient force, raised his leg and kicked Feng Qiwu's knee. Qi Wu knelt down straight on the ground with a bang.

"Are you crazy? Mo Lun, I'm still pregnant!" Feng Qiwu finally tore away all the illusion of peace, and shouted with all his might.

Why should he kneel down to Mino?

Why should he apologize to this stranger?

Many people also died in the Alliance of Gods, but who put their lives in their eyes?

Feng Qiwu gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up, but the three basic elemental forces in his body at this time were useless at all. Mo Lun had already reached the SS level of ancient force, and it was like a thousand weights pressing down on his body, firmly shackling his body. He couldn't even move.

Mo Lun closed his eyes, and water droplets fell from his eyelashes along his cheeks. He didn't know if he was crying or because of the rain.

"I'll be with you." Mo Lun said, kneeling beside Feng Qiwu.

Feng Qiwu bit her lower lip tightly, her face pale.

His heart ached beyond belief as Moron forced him to kneel before this man.

"I didn't do these things." Feng Qiwu would be too stupid if he couldn't see the reason for Morun's madness.

However, Morun just sneered, with distrust on his face.

Feng Qiwu curled his lips with distrust on his face.

Feng Qiwu curled his lips and stopped explaining.

At first, Feng Qiwu was still struggling, but later, he gave up disheartened.

The rain was washing over him, and the tears in his eyes had dried up, as if even life was passing by with time.

Feng Qiwu could barely muster a little strength to protect the fetus in his womb.

The baby was very obedient, and seemed to know that his parents were going through pain, but he didn't make a fuss, and fell asleep peacefully surrounded by the warm ancient force.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain stopped.

Mo Lun let go of the hand that was pressing on Feng Qiwu's shoulder, and stood up.

His legs felt numb, and he stopped for a few seconds before recovering.

"Get up, let's go back." Mo Lun said softly.

Feng Qiwu hung his head, as if he didn't hear it.

Mo Lun squatted down and shook Feng Qiwu's body, only to find that Feng Qiwu had closed his eyes tightly and passed out at some point.

"Big Fenger?"

Mo Lun's heart twitched suddenly, he hugged Feng Qiwu, held his cold fingers, and transmitted the warm ancient martial power of the wood system into his body.

After a while, the cold body warmed up a little.

Feng Qiwu opened his eyes, and stared at Morun fiercely, as if looking at an enemy.

Such gazes made it difficult for Morun to breathe.

Averting Feng Qiwu's eyes, Mo Lun looked at the faintly shining sky, and said, "Brother Huang has agreed to withdraw troops, and we will return to Emperor Star this afternoon."

Feng Qiwu thought it was ridiculous, but he didn't know what was so funny.

Leaning on Mo Lun's shoulder, Feng Qiwu looked at the pile of dilapidated tombstones.

a sweet smile

Boy, smiling at him.

☆, Fanwai Morun & Feng Qiwu (24)

Back to the hotel in silence, Mo Lun washed Feng Qiwu's body without saying a word, and then lay on the bed together, hugging him in his arms, warming his cold body with his body temperature.

Mo Lun whispered: "I know you hate me in your heart, but this time, let's make a complete settlement with the past."

Feng Qiwu rolled his eyes, and turned his body to the inside, with his back to Morun.

Mo Lun continued to murmur: "I'm very sad, Da Feng'er. I already felt guilty towards Mino. Making his tomb beautiful is the only thing I can make up for."

Feng Qiwu didn't get angry, raised his hand and pushed Mo Lun away, supported himself and sneered, "Who told you that I did those things?"

Moran froze for a moment.

"Isn't it you?" He was a little dumbfounded.

Feng Qiwu wanted to slap him to death, raised his foot and kicked Mo Lun's leg, and said, "Who do you take me for? Why, you think I dared to admit that I killed him but dared not admit that I dug his body?" Grave? Morun, I’m not too brave to do it or not to be it.”

When he was angry, he lost all reason, and Mo Lun naturally couldn't listen to anything, but at this time, after being drenched in rain all night, no matter how big the resentment in Mo Lun's heart was, it almost dissipated, and he calmed down naturally, and his brain began to function.

No, none of this is right!

If Feng Qiwu didn't do all of this, who should it be?

What exactly is the person who misled him to point all the blame at Feng Qiwu?

Breaking out in a cold sweat, Morun even thought of more things he couldn't understand but couldn't explain.

Before he could figure it out, someone knocked on the door.

Morun put on his coat and went to open the door for the waiter, and brought over the ginger tea in his hand.

"I asked someone to turn the door to make ginger tea for you, to get rid of the coldness on your body."

Mo Lun poured a cup of strong ginger tea and placed it near Feng Qiwu's lips.

Feng Qiwu looked away, and said: "It smells so bad, I don't want to drink it."

Morun said patiently, "You are pregnant."

The child is Feng Qiwu's weakness, even if he is reluctant, he has to sit up and drink the weird ginger tea.

Well, although the baby is still healthy for the time being, it will be bad if it catches a cold.

However, half an hour after Feng Qiwu drank it, he felt bursts of pain in his abdomen, and then, the pain turned into continuous pain.

Feng Qiwu quickly probed his abdomen with the source of consciousness, and the thick black made him tremble with fear.

"what……"

Feng Qiwu rolled and moaned on the bed clutching his abdomen, the colic made him want to hit the wall.

Hearing the sound, Mo Lun suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and retrieved Feng Qiwu who had rolled to the bed.

He saw Feng Qiwu closed his eyes tightly, his face was covered with sweat, and his lips were black and purple.

Panting heavily, Feng Qiwu reluctantly pushed Mo Lun away, staggered off the bed, and pushed the remaining ginger tea off the table and smashed it on the ground.

"Da Feng'er, what's wrong with you?" Mo Lun protected Feng Qiwu's swaying body from behind, and held him in his arms, with an anxious expression on his face.

"Go away!"

Feng Qiwu stared at the tea on the ground with red eyes.

As the teapot shattered, the light red tea water spilled all over the ground. Because of the lack of the special medium of the teapot, it was quickly oxidized and turned dark red.

Moron was completely stunned.

Feng Qiwu covered his lips, feeling that all the strength in his body was drained, and he knelt down on the ground all of a sudden.

His whole body convulsed, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even speak, his eyes stared blankly at the pool of liquid that was obviously drugged, trembling uncontrollably, he murmured: "What did you drink for me? Mo Lun, what did you give me?" What did you drink?"

Blood flowed from between the legs, and it was thrilling on the white clothes.

Both of Morun's queens were shaking violently. He saw Feng Qiwu rolling on the ground, and saw the blood-stained ground. When he hit the head with a blow, he immediately hugged Feng Qiwu.

"Go to the hospital... Let's go to the hospital."

Feng Qiwu pushed Mo Lun away with all his strength, with a look of despair on Mo Lun's face that he had never seen before.

"late."

Feng Qiwu leaned against the wall, as if his soul had been emptied, he stared blankly at the bright sky outside.

He could feel the life in his abdomen draining away, the connection between him and the child had been severed.

"What's so late? I'll take you to the hospital, it won't work here, we can still go back to Emperor Star!"

Mo Lun held Feng Qiwu tightly in his arms, pressed his hand on his abdomen, and injected ancient martial power into it in order to break it.

However, when he couldn't feel the rhythm of that little life no matter what, his vision went dark.

The child is no longer there.

"No, it's impossible!"

Mo Lun's eye sockets were uncontrollably wet. He picked up Feng Qiwu who was limp on the ground, and drove towards the largest hospital on the northern planet.

Feng Qiwu's back was spread out on both sides of his body, his head was drooping, his long hair covered his face from behind, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Da Feng'er is fine, and the baby will be fine." Mo Lun continued to accelerate, trying to control his trembling hands.

Feng Qiwu raised his head, his empty eyes couldn't find the focus.

"We're done." Feng Qiwu said with a ashamed face.

Morun's hand slipped, the car made a bend in the air, and was quickly pulled back on track.

An unprecedented sense of crisis emerged spontaneously. Morun calmed himself down and said, "The child will be fine."

"He is dead, who are you lying to?" Feng Qiwu's face was covered with tears, and he looked at Mo Lun with extreme hatred, and said word by word: "It was his father who killed him with his own hands. Are you happy? You killed your own child with your own hands..."

There was a piercing sound, which was quite piercing in the quiet hospital, causing countless people to look back.

Mo Lun didn't dare to think about what Feng Qiwu said, he rushed to the hospital building with Feng Qiwu in his arms, and shouted loudly: "Where's the doctor? Doctor!"

The well-trained doctor knew at a glance that it was an emergency patient, and quickly lifted Feng Qiwu to the shelf, and asked about the patient's condition while doing first aid measures.

Mo Lun took Feng Qiwu's cold fingers, and begged while running with the car: "You guys save him, save him..."

Feng Qiwu stared straight at the ceiling with a dead face, watching those regular patterns intertwined into a moving painting in front of his eyes.

He couldn't hear what those people were saying, he only knew that the baby in his stomach was dead.

Babies who are less than six months old actually already have consciousness and feelings—the baby will be happy, sad, turn over, and feel pain.

Wouldn't the kid die of pain while he drank the filth?

If the child knows that his biological father doesn't want him, will his little soul cry?

A mouthful of blood surged upward from his chest, and the blood trickled out along the corners of his lips.

Mo Lun's fright and anger became more and more present in his pupils, Feng Qiwu smiled.

"Da Feng'er, it's okay, don't do this." Mo Lun's tears hit Feng Qiwu's pupils.

"Moron."

Before entering the operating cabin, Feng Qiwu let out a faint cry.

"I'm here," Moron said.

Feng Qiwu pulled out the needle stuck in his hand, raised his hand and slapped Mo Lun hard on the face.

A crisp sound of "snap" echoed throughout the corridor.

Even the doctor was stunned for a moment.

Feng Qiwu looked indifferently at the corners of Mo Lun's bloodshot lips, and gently stroked his swollen abdomen with his fingers, saying, "You're a bastard."

After Feng Qiwu entered for a long time, Mo Lun stood there blankly without moving.

An unspeakable sense of fear welled up in his heart, and this sense of fear was even a hundred times stronger than when Mino died.

This time, will Feng Qiwu forgive him?

Everything changed with the child's departure. Morun leaned against the wall, his desolate heart almost desperate.

He didn't know how he spent those short and long hours. When Feng Qiwu was pushed out, Mo Lun didn't even dare to follow.

He dare not face Feng Qiwu.

He didn't dare to look at Feng Qiwu's hatred and hatred.

He didn't dare to listen to Feng Qiwu mention everything about that child.

A doctor handed Moron a glass box covered with a black cloth.

"Sir, your wife insisted on not using anesthesia. He said he wanted to see with his own eyes how the child left him."

The doctor looked regretful, shook his head and said, "It's already formed, how pitiful."

After the doctor left, Moran held the glass box tightly in his arms.

After a while, he took off the black cloth.

A little baby was lying hunched over in a ball of blood, its body already turning black and purple.

Weeping silently, Mo Lun knelt down and covered the glass box neatly with the black cloth.

Holding the murdered child in his arms, he knelt on the ground and cried for a long time.

When Feng Qiwu woke up, he had returned to the familiar room.

That was Morun's residence in the imperial capital.

He subconsciously touched his abdomen, but he felt the flatness of his hand.

After being in a daze for a while, Feng Qiwu realized that the child was gone.

No more, it's all over after all.

Then what is he still doing here?

☆、Fan Wai Mo Lun & Feng Qiwu (25)

Morun looked haggard, and there was already green stubble on his lips. In just a few days, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

After Feng Qiwu and him looked at each other for a few seconds, the two