Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

The Nightmare Star where he is - although he controls all technologies and action plans, the remote command is enough.

Compared with the Ceylon Dynasty, the imperial capital of the Galactic Empire is not much inferior, and even looks more prosperous.

To be honest, when Feng Qiwu received the message from his younger brother, he felt both relieved and sad.

The Baiyu Tuanzi back then had grown up unknowingly, and it was said that he even gave birth to a little nephew—he would never admit that it was a nephew!

But in Feng Qiwu's mind, his younger brother will always be a child who needs to be loved and protected.

Feng Changmo's home is on the quiet and spacious street closest to the palace, surrounded by residences of nobles and important ministers, so that there are troops patrolling the neighborhood all the time.

Feng Qiwu didn't go directly to find his younger brother, he planned to lurk in the imperial capital first, and secretly observe his "brother and sister" Feng Changmo, if he finds that guy is not good enough for his younger brother, he promises to stuff Feng Changmo into his bag Give it a good beating!

It was getting late, Feng Qiwu decided to go out again tomorrow, so he randomly found a small shop that looked quiet from the outside and planned to sit and eat something.

However, when Feng Qiwu walked in, he immediately regretted it—although the gate looked very low-key, even simple compared to the surroundings, but the inside was full of evil spirits, demons danced wildly, and an ambiguous and erotic atmosphere rushed over .

Feng Qiwu has been obsessed with experiments for decades, and his understanding of the outside world is only at the lowest stage. For a while, he didn't even know what the occasion was here, thinking that someone was having a party.

"Well, I went wrong." Feng Qiwu thought, turned around and was about to leave.

However, when he turned around, he bumped into a man's chest.

Feng Qiwu raised his head and glanced at the other party, only thought that the other party's appearance was very good-looking, so he nodded slightly, then missed the other party's body and walked towards the door.

Suddenly, his hand was grabbed by another warm hand.

Feng Qiwu's first reaction was "being attacked", and he raised his hand as a fiery blade ready to finish off the opponent, but to his surprise, the man dodged in an understatement, and pulled him hard with his backhand, hugging him in his arms .

"Bumping into someone is to say sorry, didn't anyone tell you?"

Mo Lun smiled at Feng Qiwu with those eyes that easily made people feel affectionate.

The light was dim, and although he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, the temperament of this person who was incompatible with the bar, as well as the aloofness exuding from his whole body, attracted him for a while.

Feng Qiwu was not used to being in close contact with others, and his face immediately became ugly.

After a few shakes, Morun stuck to him like candy.

Feng Qiwu raised his head, looked at the man without fear, and said coldly: "No one told me."

At this glance, Morun completely saw the appearance of the man in his arms.

For a moment, countless emotions invaded his heart at the same time, suffering and pain, hatred and confusion, as well as astonishment and a little loss, which made Morun unknowingly increased his strength.

"Let go, you hurt me." Feng Qiwu frowned slightly, ready to teach this impolite guy some lessons.

Mo Lun's heart was surging, but he suppressed it in an instant.

The prey, it turned out that it was so easy to crash into the hand.

Morun smiled, his affectionate eyes were bottomless.

Although he let go, he hugged Feng Qiwu's waist even more arrogantly. The music was loud in the hall, and Mo Lun took the opportunity to get close to Feng Qiwu's ear and raised his voice, "My name is Mo Lun, what is your name?" name?"

Feng Qiwu smelled a fresh scent of grass in the air filled with the smell of wine. When he found that it was emanating from Morun, he hesitated for a moment, and then slowed down his rejection.

"Feng Qiwu."

Morun raised his hand and gently hung a strand of black hair behind the other's ear, his eyes were cold - it was confirmed.

What should I do, Feng Qiwu?

How can I make you feel my pain?

Originally, he planned to put the enemy directly in prison and torture him slowly, but now, Morun changed his mind.

Perhaps, he discovered a more interesting new method.

"Don't touch me."

Feng Qiwu is very straightforward, he doesn't know how to be euphemistic, and he doesn't know how to understand the world, he only speaks and does things according to his inner thoughts.

Morun withdrew his hand gracefully: "You stepped on me, are you really not going to say sorry to me?"

"No one taught me." Feng Qiwu was a little annoyed, he shook his hand and left.

Mo Lun's figure flickered, and there was an extra glass of beautiful cocktail in his hand. The upper layer was frosty white, and the lower layer was a dancing flame.

"I told you, so you can't use not knowing as an excuse."

Mo Lun was persuasive, shaking the beautiful cup in his hand.

The flame danced and burned, melting the ice on the upper layer into ice balls, which quickly rolled and melted into the bright red liquid.

Feng Qiwu was attracted by this interesting scene - it was miraculous and wonderful, as if he had never seen it before.

Mo Lun's voice was deep, sweet and gentle, caressing Feng Qiwu's ear: "Please drink a glass of wine, let's make friends, okay?"

make friends!

Feng Qiwu's eyes suddenly lit up, and his reluctant gaze shifted from the cup to Mo Lun's face.

This is the first person who said "let's make friends" to him from birth to now!

Aww, this is the first partner besides my younger brother who is willing to play with me!

Feng Qiwu's heart was actually cheering, as if there was a small fruit bouncing in his chest, and it showed on his face, that is - expressionless, inexplicable, and uninterested.

Mo Lun couldn't hold back his smile. He didn't expect Feng Qiwu to be so difficult to deal with. It seems that he needs to find other ways, such as...

"Okay."

what?

Feng Qiwu had already taken the cup in Mo Lun's hand, raised his head and drank the liquid inside.

Mo Lun looked at the empty hand, then at Feng Qiwu who was still expressionless, and felt a little dazed—it was incredible, is this person really stupid or just pretending?

He tentatively puts it in the "fake" category.

Everyone knows that drinks given by strangers in bars should not be drunk indiscriminately, right?

This is the first time Feng Qiwu tried drinking.

The sweet, sour and slightly spicy liquid flowed down the throat to the stomach, burning a path of flames, Feng Qiwu slightly opened his mouth and fanned it in with his right hand, his brows raised, obviously not used to the taste.

Mo Lun's mood was indescribably complicated.

"Shall we exchange contact information? Morun asked tentatively."

Feng Qiwu raised the terminal on his left wrist and touched Mo Lun's.

"Ding--!"

The two parties have become contacts.

Moron took a look and found that the name of the new contact was "Jack".

"Your terminal... why is it someone else's name?" Moron asked.

Feng Qiwu happily added the category "My little friend" to the list and pulled Mo Lun into it, and replied: "I don't have a terminal, but my brother said I need to contact him, so Just one from a dead man."

Moron: "..."

He began to believe that Feng Qiwu was really stupid!

If he is not stupid, then he is playing himself as a fool!

Putting away the excess emotions, Morun smiled and said, "How about I buy you a drink?"

"Is this kind of thing?" Feng Qiwu hesitated before asking: "Is there any non-spicy one? I don't like that kind of taste."

Mo Lun has already held Feng Qiwu's hand very naturally, and led him inside.

Originally, he reflexively planned to throw his hands away, but Feng Qiwu thought of the classmates he met in school, those people often walked hand in hand in the school, and silently approved of Morun's behavior.

With that in mind, Feng Qiwu was pulled to an unoccupied bar at the end.

The bartender was very familiar with Morun. Seeing that Morun was leading another person, he whistled before taking a closer look at that person's appearance, and asked Molun with an ambiguous smile, "Which one is this?"

Mo Lun took Feng Qiwu's hand, raised it up for the bartender to see, and said with a pun full of meaning: "This one is different from everyone else."

"Oh my God, I can't believe it, there must be countless beauties crying and fainting in the toilet, well, let me see who is the lucky one..."

The bartender looked at Feng Qiwu twice in surprise, and then he couldn't move his eyes because he stuttered in an instant - Damn, why is Mo Lun so lucky!

As a result, a knife was placed across the bartender's neck, and the cold air overflowed, scaring the bartender almost to the point of peeing.

"You, don't shake your hands!"

Feng Qiwu replied that it was a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes that were sharper.

Mo Lun was also taken aback by Feng Qiwu's sudden action, and at the same time classified Feng Qiwu into the "extremely dangerous" column in his heart.

It seems that we have to raise our defenses, Feng Qiwu's instant speed is actually faster than him!

Mo Lun patted Feng Qiwu's waist, "Heh, he didn't mean anything."

Feng Qiwu retracted the knife and sat down, and said childishly: "I don't like the way he looks at me."

The bartender sat slumped on the ground, feeling a few drops of blood on his neck in a daze.

"My god, if it's so spicy, I won't be able to enjoy it if you give it to me."

After getting up again, the bartender didn't dare to look at Feng Qiwu again.

However, he saw a long-lost smile on Morun's face—not perfunctory, but a little more sincere.

Tsk, maybe this prodigal son is serious this time.

☆, Fanwai Morun & Feng Qiwu (3)

Mo Lun ordered a lot of fruit-flavored cocktails for Feng Qiwu one after another. Those cocktails looked bright and beautiful, and they were very popular with Feng Qiwu.

What a good friend Moran was, he thought!

Drinking one cup after another, Feng Qiwu finally seemed to find a pouring port for his few words, and poured them out towards Mo Lun like beans.

"Where is your home?" Morun asked casually, taking a sip of his wine.

Feng Qiwu pointed to the roof, then shook his head, "It's... far away, very far away."

Where is it far away?

Mo Lun rubbed his chin, and asked again: "Is this your first time in Emperor Star? Do you like it here?"

"It's not nice here at all."

Feng Qiwu's head was dizzy, and there were three or four bartenders in front of him.

He was just a little sleepy, but he didn't understand that it was a sign of being drunk.

His black eyes were still clear, his fair face was only slightly blush, and he was not in a state of drunkenness.

Mo Lun motioned for the drink to mix a glass of "Innocence", and calmly handed it to Feng Qiwu with the latter's animal-like eyes.

"Why don't you like this place? The Imperial City is very fun." Mo Lun asked calmly as he watched Feng Qiwu drink down the wine.

Feng Qiwu didn't know that although those wines tasted very sweet, they had a strong aftertaste, especially this glass of pure love, which would cause endless troubles if mixed together.

Even this cup of "pure love" has an aphrodisiac effect that is completely different from the name.

Feng Qiwu blinked, threw the wine glass on the bar, pouted at Mo Lun, and said: "The villain abducted my brother, and my brother is obviously mine, mine! Everyone here is a villain! Big villain! You are also a big villain!"

Mo Lun looked at Feng Qiwu's drunken state, and couldn't laugh or cry—it seemed that he was already drunk, and he could really pretend.

As if coaxing a child, Mo Lun took Feng Qiwu and pointed at his hand, smiling softly and coldly: "Yes, I'm a big villain, so you still want to be friends with me?"

"Being friends?" Feng Qiwu raised the corners of his lips slightly.

He seldom smiled, so he seemed a little unreasonable, but this smile gave people a strong sense of shock.

Moron only felt that his heart was hit by something, and it missed a beat.

In the next second, a heavy head hit his shoulder, and a warm and soft body appeared in his arms.

Feng Qiwu leaned sideways in Mo Lun's arms, and muttered foolishly: "Mo Lun, he's a nice guy, he's a good guy."

Mo Lun patted Feng Qiwu's back stiffly, and asked softly, "Why is Mo Lun a good person?"

Feng Qiwu seemed to be very comfortable, rubbed against Mo Lun's neck, smiled twice and said: "Mo Lun is the first...to be friends with me, and also the first to invite me to eat... Well, I'm going to tell my brother."

These two sentences, like a spell, made Morun's expression change instantly.

He may be considered a good person, but he is definitely not against Feng Qiwu!

Mo Lun stood up abruptly, letting Feng Qiwu lose support and fall to the ground.

No one paid attention to what happened here. The bartender stared blankly at Mo Lun, who had a ferocious face and bulging veins on his forehead, as if he was enduring something, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

He was obviously fine just now, why did he become like this when he turned around?

Morun took a deep breath, suppressing the rising and falling emotions in his chest.

He was almost moved by Feng Qiwu - if it wasn't for such a vicious person who would have no friends by nature, he really couldn't help but soften his heart!

Feng Qiwu didn't fall hard, but his head was dizzy, and the temperature on his body kept rising.

His mind was full of strange colors, he searched for a place that would make him comfortable, and grabbed Mo Lun's hand.

When skins touched, Feng Qiwu was like a stranded fish finding a water source, wishing to soak his whole body in the water.

Morun crushed a goblet, and blood trickled out of his palm cut by the glass.

The cold and ferocious expression was suppressed with the flow of blood and the spread of pain. Morun urged the ancient force to heal the wound.

He bent down, hugged Feng Qiwu who was unconscious and half unconscious, and whispered in his ear: "I'm not a good person, and I don't want to be friends with you, you are too stupid, don't blame me .”

The blender watched the two guests who were more difficult to serve than the other, and shook his head twice.

Next door is a magnificent hotel, and Morun naturally has a permanent suite that belongs to him here.

When he came to the top floor, Mo Lun threw Feng Qiwu, who was dawdling non-stop, on the big soft bed enough for five people to roll over, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and looked at the man who kept taking off his clothes because of the aphrodisiac drink .

The clothes were messy, and a large area of ​​pink and white chest was exposed in the air. Feng Qiwu groaned uncomfortably, and kept rubbing his body on the sheet, trying to relieve the itching in his body.

The aphrodisiac content is very low, Feng Qiwu's reaction is so strong, it seems that there are only two possibilities - first, his body is untouched; second, his body is particularly sensitive.

Possibly, both.

Mo Lun looked away, he felt the desire in his body clamoring to vent, and the desire that was about to move.

As if bewitched, he spread his legs, came to the bedside, and raised his hand to caress Feng Qiwu's steamed red face.

The cold feeling made Feng Qiwu follow the trend, and subconsciously hugged the driftwood. Morun was pulled by him, lowered his body, and kissed Feng Qiwu's panting lips.

boom--!

Something is lit.

Mo Lun's body was hugged by the person below him like an octopus, and Feng Qiwu's reaction was as enthusiastic as fire.

As the clothes on Feng Qiwu gradually fell off, the desire in Mo Lun's eyes became deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, Mino's shadow flashed in his mind, and Mo Lun instantly woke up from his desire, as if he had been splashed with cold water and half softened.

He stared blankly at Feng Qiwu's naked body and the red marks that were too telling. After a few minutes, he jumped off the bed in a state of embarrassment, rushed to the bathroom to turn on the cold water, and poured water from the top of his head. Straight down.

The sound of "crashing" water and the cold stimulation suppressed his fiery heat, and his normal thoughts returned to his brain.

He didn't even have time to take off his clothes.

Looking at the man in the mirror who looked like a dog in the water, Morun felt strange and ridiculous—he actually wanted to sleep with the enemy who tortured Mino to death?

How could he be soft-hearted towards Feng Qiwu?

No, he would never allow it!

His confused eyes gradually turned cold. Mo Lun looked at the strange self in the mirror, changed into a bathrobe, turned off the bathroom switch, and walked out.

He was wearing a bathrobe, sitting on the single sofa facing the big bed, with his hands folded in front of him, his posture was elegant and casual, and he couldn't see the madness before.

Mo Lun looked indifferently at Feng Qiwu, who was moaning and writhing on the bed, and said softly, "Find me some gangsters, and a high-definition 3D video recording robot."

"Yes."

From a certain corner of the room, there was a low voice, and a light wind blew by, and the hidden guards in the room had disappeared into the night.

The dark guard's work was very efficient. In less than 10 minutes, five foolish gangsters were brought in, along with a fist-sized video robot.

These five gangsters are all relatively well-known in the imperial capital. As long as they can get money, they are willing to do anything, and they have done things for many upper-class people who are not convenient to come forward.

The leading man with a bald head and a scar looked at the situation in the house, and then at the nobleman who was sitting on the sofa and didn't respond to the naked beauty, he immediately understood that the employer was giving them "flesh Here comes the business."

"Hmm...so hot..."

Feng Qiwu groaned unconsciously, he felt hot all over, especially between his legs, but he had never experienced such a thing, and he didn't know how to solve it.

For a while, there was a humiliating swallowing sound in the room.

Mo Lun's eyes turned cold, and the man with the scar immediately slapped the younger brother hard on the head.

"You know what I mean." Morun played with the round robot in his hand, and said coldly, "However intense it is."

The man with the scar had only one thought in his mind - he would do it even if he didn't pay for it!

The naked person doesn't need to look at the face, just look at the skin, waist, legs, and plump buttocks to know how ecstasy it is.

I just don't know how this little beauty offended people who shouldn't be offended.

The scarred man smiled and said, "We guarantee to satisfy the guests."

Mo Lun let go of his hand, and the 3D automatic video recording robot flew to the head of the bed, turned the camera and started recording.

Mo Lun closed his eyes, hearing the sound of lewd water and lewd words, they expanded infinitely, like the devil's laughter, almost splitting his head.

Feng Qiwu was so naive as to be an idiot, which Mo Lun could never have imagined, that such a vicious executioner would trust him so easily.

If Mo Lun still had the last trace of doubt before, now he really understands—Feng Qiwu is really simpler than a child—otherwise he would never be in this room unconsciously at this time. People ruined it!

Mo Lun suddenly felt chills all over his body, and he opened his eyes suddenly. The unsightly scene grabbed his heart severely——that innocent young man, whose body was being bitten, was unconsciously pulled away from his legs, ready to meet him. Violation by strangers.

☆, Fanwai Morun & Feng Qiwu (4)

"roll!"

With a roar, the gangster who was about to enter Feng Qiwu's body was wrapped around his body by the thick wooden vines and fell out hard!

The remaining four looked at each other, seeing Morun's red pupils, they were so frightened that they rolled off the bed.

Mo Lun held the cane tightly in his hands, his nails dug into his flesh, his eyes were fixed on Feng Qiwu, and he said chillingly: "Your task is completed, someone will give you the money."

A few people put on their clothes awkwardly, not daring to take another look at Feng Qiwu, and left quickly.

Before leaving, the scarred man who was full of desire and dissatisfaction couldn't help but cursed: "If a lover is awkward, he will find someone to take his turn. You are really rich."

lover?

Mo Lun propped up his painful forehead, as if he had finished a fierce mecha battle, exhausted to the point of weakness, but excited.

He walked to the bed and quietly looked at Feng Qiwu who had already played with his lower body to vent his anger once.

The mixture of frustration and emptiness almost overwhelmed Moron—he couldn't let go.

The red marks and bruises on Feng Qiwu's body deeply burned Mo Lun's eyes - he should have hated this man, in front of Mino's tombstone, he clearly swore to make his enemy's life worse than death!

When he was really able to send his enemy into hell with his own hands, using the dirtiest, nastiest and most unforgivable means, he found that he couldn't do it at all!

He had the best opportunity to torture his enemy, but he gave up the opportunity because of his ridiculous heart.

"How did you survive until now?"

Morun seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be asking the other party curiously, but of course he couldn't get any answers.

No matter what, he couldn't connect the unsuspecting fool in front of him with the vicious Master of the Alliance of Gods.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Mo Lun emptied the stale air from his chest, then smiled wryly and picked up Feng Qiwu who was still rubbing his body, kicked open the bathroom door, and carried him into the bathtub middle.

Water is the most suitable room temperature for entering the body. Mo Lun put Feng Qiwu's head on his left shoulder and gently leaned on it. His left hand passed through his waist and hugged his waist.

Feng Qiwu was very comfortable, his body rubbed back and forth in the water, and rubbed against Mo Lun again.

With Wen Xiang nephrite in his arms, no matter how calm Mo Lun was, it was inevitable that he would react.

"Don't move."

Mo Lun's voice was a little hoarse, and he patted Feng Qiwu's thigh with his right hand.

Feng Qiwu obediently did not move.

Mo Lun was surprised. Could it be that this man could understand what others said in his sleep?

"Cough, move."

Feng Qiwu really moved his body.

Moron: "!!!"

At this time, only Feng Qiwu murmured, as if he was coquettish: ""Shang Feng'er, be good, don't move around, go to sleep. "

Little Fenger?

Moron thought of his brother.

Forget it, let's settle the matter at hand first.

Mo Lun cleaned Feng Qiwu's body carefully, then held Feng Qiwu where he was still upright, and helped him vent once.

Lifting a stone and shooting himself in the foot, Mo Lun completely understood what this sentence meant.

He wouldn't touch Feng Qiwu, not now, and never in the future - he was afraid that he would accidentally strangle this person to death halfway through. ,

The red marks on Feng Qiwu's body caused by others did not go down. Mo Lun looked at it blindingly. He dried up the water on Feng Qiwu's body, put it back on the big bed where the sheets had been changed, and decisively brought a small medical doctor. The robot, wipe away all the traces on his body.

After finishing all this, Morun leaned against the head of the bed, holding the video robot in his hand, and fell silent for a moment.

Then, Mo Lun said to the air: "Prepare me a sign to go to the northern planet, and it will take off before noon tomorrow."

"Yes."

After the dark guard left, Mo Lun looked down at Feng Qiwu, who was sleeping peacefully—the eyelashes were long and curled up, the nose was well-behaved, and the mouth was red and small.

Maybe it was because of his personality, maybe it was because of his youthful expression, Mo Lun always felt that this face was indescribably childish.

The first time he saw this person, he had a feeling that his soul was being penetrated.

This is an experience that has never been experienced before, even for Mino, he has never been like this.

Although his love for Mino is not enough to the level of love, Mino still has a special place in his heart.

Mino's death has always been a sad shadow in Morun's life.

That was his rightful fiancée, a partner who walked through the war together.

"I hate myself," said Moran. "Mino, you must be laughing at me."

He stretched out his hand to stroke Feng Qiwu's long hair again, and said lightly: "Unfortunately, we didn't know each other earlier."

Mo Lun sighed, then shook his head again: "We each work our own way, even if we knew each other earlier, it would only increase our sadness."

"I'll let you go this time, but don't let me see you again, otherwise I don't guarantee that I can endure... I won't attack you."

"We shouldn't have known each other."

After leaving these words, Morun disappeared into the night.

The corners of Feng Qiwu's lips parted slightly, as if he was smiling, or having a sweet dream.

The next morning, Feng Qiwu was awakened by the sunlight.

He sat up abruptly, staring at the curtains that almost covered the entire wall—there was really light!

You know, living underground for many years, such natural light is very special to Feng Qiwu.

Feng Qiwu ran to the window with her bare feet, raised her hand and opened the curtain.

With the sound of "wow", Feng Qiwu was stunned by the scene in front of him!

A whole side of transparent glass, a house suspended in the air, and a clear sky and a beautiful sun!

After being happy for a while, Feng Qiwu slowly remembered what happened yesterday - there was a good man who wanted to be friends with him. That good man was called Mo Lun, and he also invited him to drink a lot of delicious wine!

Morun must have brought him here too!

Feng Qiwu's favorability towards Mo Lun directly increased, cheering in his heart!

"Xiao Feng'er also said that the strangers I strike up a conversation with are all bad people, so there are good people too!"

Feng Qiwu changed into the clothes that had been cleaned and neatly folded on the bedside, and he searched around the huge room to make sure Morun was not here before leaving the room.

On the first floor of the hotel, Feng Qiwu asked the waiter at the front desk: "Where is the person who came with me yesterday?"

If another person asks the question, the waiter must think that this person is looking for faults-so many people come in and out every day, who can remember who!

However, he really remembered Mo Lun and Feng Qiwu.

I'm afraid that whoever sees a VIP guest coming to the hotel with a beauty at night will be deeply impressed.

The waiter said with a standard smile, "The customer left at midnight."

"Leaving in the middle of the night?" Feng Qiwu frowned.

The waiter imagined a scene that was messed up and abandoned, and sympathetically comforted: "Maybe the guest suddenly has something to do, and it's too late to tell you."

Feng Qiwu's complexion didn't change for the better, on the contrary, it became uglier.

Something happened to Moron?

After coming out of the hotel, Feng Qiwu looked back at the building - "Cloud Palace Hotel".

Feng Qiwu wanted to find Mo Lun, but after walking for a while on the street, he realized that he had no idea where Mo Lun lived.

After being lost for a few seconds, Feng Qiwu suddenly remembered that he added Morun's terminal!

Pressing the dialogue request on the light screen, Feng Qiwu waited expectantly for the other party's face to appear on the light screen.

"Sorry, your friend is temporarily unavailable." The sweet electronic female voice sounds annoying.

After several more attempts, Feng Qiwu got the same answer.

As soon as he got angry, he took the terminal off his hand and threw it aside.

Anyway, this thing can be picked off the dead person casually, and after picking it up again, it can still be in contact with my brother.

After walking a few steps, Feng Qiwu stopped, turned around and quickly walked to the bottom of the wall, bent down and picked up the innocent terminal on the ground.

He has a lot of strength, but the quality of the terminal is not good, and there are already cracks.

"Change the terminal, what if Morun doesn't know who I am?"

Thinking in this way, Feng Qiwu wiped the terminal clean and put it in his hand again.

Feng Qiwu started the first day of latent work.

Sitting bored on a big tree with dense branches in Feng Changmo's house, looking at the house here.

After sitting like this for a whole day, I didn't see Feng Qiwu and the legendary little nephew.

"The relationship between the young master and the young woman is so good, they actually went on their honeymoon again."

said a maid under the tree.

Feng Qiwu raised his ears and heard another person say: "I'm still taking the young master with me."

Well, today is just the beginning of the month.

Feng Qiwu didn't feel too disappointed, even if he didn't see his younger brother, it sounded like his younger brother was doing well.

A gust of wind blew, and the maid looked up at the tree: "Hey, why do I think there are people here?"

"You read it wrong, there is nothing."

"Um... my eyes are blurred."

After leaving the Feng family, Feng Qiwu walked slowly along the bustling streets of the imperial capital, gradually being attracted by the bustling business district.

He was dazzled by the dazzling array of products in the transparent glass window, and unknowingly walked into one of the warmly decorated shops.

Colorful wind chimes are hung from the ceiling, and the shells and bell pipes collide with each other, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

In the small squares, there are all kinds of novel gadgets, most of which are small, exquisite and cute.

The owner of the shop is a young and gentle man. Seeing Feng Qiwu standing in front of a small gadget and looking at it for a long time, he walked over and said, "Do you have any children at home?"

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu shook his head, his eyes were still looking at the rattle reluctantly.

The owner smiled and said, "If there are no children...does your friend have children?"

Just thought "I have no friends, and Morun's pretty face flashed in my mind."

☆, Fanwai Morun & Feng Qiwu (5)

In the thought of "Maybe Molun will have a child", Feng Qiwu chose a rattle drum with a head the size of a fist without hesitation, held it in his hand fondly and twirled it a few times.

Originally, he wanted to buy one for his younger brother's child, but after thinking about it, Feng Qiwu decided to buy a gift for the child according to his preferences after seeing the child.

The terminal has a message function. Feng Qiwu was walking on the street, turning a rattle in his hand while looking at the terminal, thinking about what to say to Mo Lun.

Generally speaking, Feng Qiwu would never consider the other party's thoughts before speaking, but for some reason, he felt that Mo Lun was different.

This is his first friend, so naturally he should cherish it.

From the street to the end of the street, Feng Qiwu adjusted the tone that his younger brother called "zombie tone" to a slightly softer tone.

After practicing talking to himself a few times, Feng Qiwu felt good about himself. He pointed at the terminal and said, "Molun, I didn't see you this morning. The waiter said that you might have left earlier. If you have any trouble, please let me know." , I can help you!"

After waiting for half an hour, but still did not get a reply, Feng Qiwu was not disappointed, but rather worried—what happened to Mo Lun must be very serious!

Is he going to do something?

What Feng Qiwu didn't know was that Mo Lun, who was far away on the starship, was sitting on a certain sofa in the magnificent and luxurious hall, with a charming and coquettish boy in his arms.

The boy was just an affair of Moron's. Since Mino's death, Moron has often been in and out of sensual places.

He wasn't looking for someone to spend the night with, but because a quiet environment would make him feel empty inside, and only noise and excitement could make his mood less intense and bad.

"Won't you ask me to dance?" said the boy.

He attaches great importance to this encounter. On this interstellar spaceship, those who can live in the first class are definitely either rich or expensive, and the gentleman right now is not only a first-class passenger, but also has a suffocating face.

Mo Lun put his arms around the young man's shoulders, letting the young man lie weak and boneless in his arms, and said, "I don't know how to dance."

"Can't dance?" The boy was a little taken aback.

Ballroom dancing is a must-learn skill for the upper class, and it is also the most important skill in evening parties. It can be said that as long as they are in the upper class, their children will be required to practice ballroom dancing since childhood.

The boy's brain suddenly turned several times, and he had doubts about Morun's "upper status".

With just one pause, Moron read his thoughts.

It is human nature to seek fame and wealth and pursue fame and wealth.

Although he didn't think much about it, he didn't want to continue communicating with people who were too straightforward and ignorant.

"That gentleman is a lieutenant general of the Central Military Department. Now he is on vacation and has no partner. He likes spicy beauties."

Moron withdrew his hand, smiled and lifted his chin somewhere.

The boy's face changed again and again - he missed a big fish!

"Sir, I'm not..."

"It's nothing, I need to rest."

Morun patted the boy on the shoulder, stood up gracefully, and left the lively crowd.

His smile disappeared.

His footsteps could be heard clearly in the corridor.

Entering the room, Morun half fell on the big bed by himself, staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.

He seems to have been possessed.

From leaving Feng Qiwu until now, although he has restrained himself from thinking about him, to be honest, that is just wishful thinking.

Once the brain stops functioning, the program will automatically connect to the face that makes him love and hate.

Mo Lun is already a little nervous about the sound of the terminal - since he received Duo's light screen request, he will subconsciously go to the terminal every once in a while to see if there is any missing