Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

People looked at each other speechlessly, only a short distance away, but they seemed to be standing at the two ends of the cliff.

In the end, it was Feng Qiwu who spoke first.

"When is it?"

Mo Lun trembled his lips, and his eyes stayed on Feng Qiwu's face for a long time, as if he was reluctant to leave.Startled for a moment, Mo Lun raised his wrist slowly, looked at the terminal quickly, and then rested his eyes on the other party.

"It's 05:30, afternoon."

It seems that after this sentence, there is nothing more to say.

Feng Qiwu slightly turned his head to the side, staring straight at the setting sun outside with a pair of clear and indifferent phoenix eyes, not knowing what he should do or say.

It's just that he felt that his heart was empty, and all the love and hatred in it were turned into air, and it would never beat again.

This is his first child and it will be his last.Considering his lifespan of hundreds of years, although he is still very young, among the inheritance of the Feng family, one point is that if one loses a child, he completely loses the right to have a child.

From then on, he never had a chance to have a child of his own—whether the other father or mother was Morun or not.

Mo Lun didn't know about these things, and Feng Qiwu didn't want him to know.

At this moment, he was only thinking about one thing, and that was to completely draw a line with this man and never have any contact with him again.

Mo Lun went to the bed and sat down, warming Feng Qiwu's cool hands in his.

He asked, "What do you want to do?"

After a long time, Feng Qiwu took his gaze away from looking at the sunset, and turned his head to look at Mo Lun calmly.

"I want to get out of here," he said.

"We'll leave together, and we'll go wherever you want," Moron said.

This time, Feng Qiwu answered very quickly.

He looked at Mo Lun's eyes full of pain, and felt a sense of revenge in his heart.

"I'm leaving you, we're done, and there's never a chance to start again."

Feng Qiwu's words made Morun tremble all over.

In this case, Feng Qiwu once said it once.

He knows how stubborn and decisive Feng Qiwu is, once he gets it right, he will never look back, never turn back if he hits the south wall, never give himself a chance to repent—it was like this when he liked him at the beginning, and it is still like this now .

Morun smiled uglier than crying, and said, "If I say that I didn't do it, are you still willing to believe me?"

Feng Qiwu's eyes were full of gloom, and despair had already occupied his heart.

He said lightly: "Everything you do, is there anything worthy of my trust?"

One sentence sealed Morun's life and death.

At this moment, Morun felt a kind of panic that he had never felt since he was born, as if he had lost some most important treasure. He was panicked like a child, losing all sense of security, but he didn't know What to do, I can only use the simplest method, hold on to the only driftwood in my life, and prevent myself from sinking to the bottom of the water.

"Dafeng'er... Listen to me, I don't know anything about the child, but there is something wrong with the pot of water, give me some time, I will find the murderer..."

Mo Lun sadly tried his best to hold Feng Qiwu in his arms, buried his head in his smooth hair, and let the familiar faint fragrance fill his nasal cavity, and then spread to his whole body, limbs and bones.

Feng Qiwu wanted to raise the corner of his mouth to make a mocking expression, but he had lost all his strength, and he didn't know whether it was because he was mostly disappointed with Mo Lun, or the pain of losing his child was more important.

Or, maybe, both.

Moron was still whispering in his ear.

"...I felt sorry for Mino. When he died, I swore to avenge him. When I first saw you, I felt revenge...but slowly I fell in love with you, Daddy. Feng'er, I mean it sincerely, you can feel it, right?"

Sincerely?

Feng Qiwu pushed Mo Lun away, shook his head heavily, and said firmly, "I don't believe you anymore."

Morun's lips trembled, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, "You hate me?"

"Maybe." Feng Qiwu's eyes were indifference that Mo Lun had never seen before, and inside was guard and disappointment that he himself did not realize.

Feng Qiwu's hand touched his flat lower abdomen. There was a healthy and lively fetus here a day ago, and after a few months, it will be ripe.

He had sweetly imagined what this child would be like countless times—he hoped to look like Morun, because Morun's appearance was the most pleasing to the eye and the most beautiful in Feng Qiwu's eyes, especially the seaweed-like hair .

He put too much expectation and affection on this child, so he still can't accept that the child will leave him in such a tragic way.

Does he hate Moran?Feng Qiwu couldn't tell.

He just doesn't want to see Morun again. Every time he sees this face, he can't forget that rainy night when the coldness can invade his soul, and he can't forget that the person he loves the most and trusts the most forced him to atone for his former lover by compromising his dignity. , let alone the pot of tea that was completely unrecognizable.

Of course, Mo Lun didn't let him go, but brought him back to the Emperor Star when Feng Qiwu's ancient force had dropped to the lowest point in history.

Along the way, Feng Qiwu always fell into a drowsy sleep, and even when he woke up, he would not say a word to Morondo.

Mo Lun seemed to be caught in an endless loop. On the one hand, he was afraid that Feng Qiwu would leave him, but on the other hand, he clearly knew that even if he forcibly kept Feng Qiwu, the person who once loved him wholeheartedly My baby, I can't come back a long time ago.

But Mo Lun still couldn't convince himself to let Feng Qiwu go.

Even if I could only look at him every day, I would be content with it.

During this period, Caesar withdrew his troops as agreed.

As the king of a country, he could not even lack this bit of demeanor, and the God's Domain Alliance has been severely damaged after this battle, and there is absolutely no possibility of rising again in ten or even twenty years.

But Mo Lun didn't care about the God's Domain Alliance at all—all he cared about from the beginning to the end was Feng Qiwu.

Moron did only one thing.He used the power of the underworld in his hands to investigate the handlers of the teapot one by one. After using inhuman torture, he finally pried one person's mouth open, but the result was as expected.

The identity of the murderer is not surprising, but extremely tricky.

Opposite Moron sat Mino's father, who also lost his child.

Ever since Custer knew of Feng Qiwu's existence, he never gave up attacking him.

"Your Majesty Moron, I know that you have used your methods to help Mino keep it, but what Mino needs is not just the devil's insincere apology, I just want him to pay in blood." Admiral Coster had a great hatred The pleasure of being rewarded probably came from Feng Qiwu's disheartened reaction when he heard about it.

Morun's fists were clenched, and finally he couldn't hold back any longer. He jumped up from the stool, flew towards Coster at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye, and hit him in the face with a fist, hitting him hard. Hit the wall.

After a muffled sound, Morun kicked up again.

His ancient martial power has reached a peak, but in this hand-to-hand fight, Morun did not use human and ancient martial power, but was like the most primitive fighting beast, punching punch after punch, kick after kick and the same red-eyed Coster fought hand to hand.

The strength of the two is almost the same, Morun's genes have the advantage, but Coster's actual combat experience also gives him a lot of points.

The house was smashed into a mess, and the walls were covered with mottled blood.

At the end of the fierce battle, both sides were injured, but Coster seemed to be more seriously injured. He was lying on the ground with his face up and panting heavily. He wanted to stand up with his body, but found that his limbs seemed to have been broken by heavy punches.

Moron staggered and stood up against the wall, looking at Coster with cold and painful eyes.

If it was another person, he would cut him to pieces without hesitation, but that person happened to be Mino's father, so how should he do it?

But his child who was mutilated to death before he was born, his lover who never smiled...

A rattan covered with thorns and as thick as three fingers appeared out of nowhere from Morun's hand. Morun closed his eyes and waved his hand to wrap the rattan around Coster's neck.

Coster had no power to resist, his whole face was suffocated into crimson red, and saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, his eyes full of panic.

It's a death threat.

Coster finally felt Morun's determination to kill him at this moment!

Morun opened his eyes and looked indifferently at the imperial general who was writhing and struggling on the ground like a dead dog. He suddenly put away the cane and burst out a few cold words from between his teeth——

"Get away, and never let me see you again."

This is the last friendship for Mino.

From now on, the two of them will never owe each other, and will never be related again.

Morun turned and left, his fingers touched the cold handle, and when he opened the locked door from the inside with a click, Castor said in a hoarse voice: "Haven't you ever wondered why you have never joined the Alliance of Gods?" The secrets of the underground base were leaked out, but His Majesty knows all about it?"

Mo Lun shook his body, tightened his fingers suddenly, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What do you mean?"