Interstellar Legend: King of Giants

"Who would have thought that a man like Feng Qiyun would have a tender side."

"Ha, at least this shows that Feng Qiyun is at least an ordinary person with flesh and blood like us, rather than a god without personal emotions. This is a good discovery. Maybe next time we should find some people with his brother Feng Xiyun Young people who look alike are sent as gifts.”

Feng Qiyun's brief appearance caused quite a commotion. The two young nobles were happily discussing the nobleman whom they could not even say a word. They were very excited about their discovery, fearing that others would overhear their achievements. , the two little nobles looked around vigilantly, glanced at Li Junnian, who was facing away from them, and continued to talk without paying attention, as if he had found a shortcut to the Kangzhuang Avenue.

The rest of the conversation was full of impetuousness and delusion, and there was no point in continuing to listen. Li Junnian left the lively reception, and only a few people passed by occasionally in the corridor. He glanced at the security door at the other end of the corridor next to the reception hall. If it's wrong, the other end of the security door belongs to the interstellar nobles' territory, and even the captain has no right to pass without authorization.

Feng Qiyun was right behind that door, and he even knew which room Feng Qiyun would live in behind the door.

Getting drunk wasn't the only way to escape, making himself so tired that he couldn't even lift a finger was another best option to keep him from thinking about another person.

In the virtual war room of the Rose spaceship, a man wearing electronic glasses is fully armed, and virtual enemies are rushing towards him from all directions. Every kill brings an increase in the score. The big screen belongs to Li Junnian's record. Climb until a record-breaking round of applause erupts from the room.

He took off his glasses and threw them aside. The sweaty man lay on the ground with his limbs stretched out. He glanced at the record-breaking score on the screen and laughed.

Anger is the sharpest weapon.

In this way, Feng Xiyun's previous record was broken.

He closed his eyes, there was no light in the dark world, and the surrounding was so quiet that he could only hear the sound of his own beating heart, beating, beating his fragile eardrum again and again like the drum of the god of war.

He tried to push away the clouds and mist that blocked the sun, and the clouds rolled up to reveal the blue sky painted with brushes. The cool wind carried a touch of moisture, and the quiet lake and rolling mountains in the distance were picturesque. Under the tree, a leaf fell lightly on his shoulder. He turned his head and tried to remove it, but found that his hand had become very small.

Someone held his hand, warm and gentle.

He raised his head, and saw the young Feng Qiyun's eyes as gentle as the spring breeze in March, and the small self in the other's eyes.

【Why? 】He blurted out, why did you do this to him.

[My silly Yun is thinking about something again, because I love you, my brother loves you very much...] The young man smiled purely and harmlessly, with sincerity in his clear eyes.

[Have you forgotten what your brother said?To Feng Qiyun, the most important thing is Feng Xiyun, more important than anyone else in the world] The young man fondled his hair lightly, smiled softly, looked at him, stared at His eyes became sharp hooks piercing through his flesh and blood.

He stared at him.

[So, no one can take Xiyun away, no matter where you go, brother will find you——]

The sun is setting from the horizon, the peaceful distant mountains are painted with thick ink, flocks of crows are screaming and flying past the blood-red lake, the scarlet like blood on the horizon swallows the blue sky in an instant, tearing away the disguise of heaven, The green land beneath him is a tomb of dead bones.

Wherever you go, I will find you...

I will find you...

find you……

"Ah——" Li Junnian opened his eyes suddenly, and Li Junnian took a deep breath. His sweat-soaked clothes were icily stuck to his skin. There was a vibration from his mobile phone on his wrist. He raised his pantothenic arm to look glanced.

Message from Lin Yawen: I'm sorry, one of the musicians is sick, and I may be back later today, so you should rest early.

Lying back on the ground again, Li Junnian raised his heavy hands to cover his eyes.

There is no day or night on the spaceship. At least the time on the watch can tell him that it is evening on the planet. He slept in the virtual battle room, which was not a good one.

When dragging his heavy body out of the room, the conversation between the two little nobles was repeated in his ears, and he thought of those young people who looked similar to him.

He hated what he knew about Feng Qiyun.

He raised his head and looked in a certain direction, from confusion to firmness.