The Return of Star Reborn

The theory of natural born criminals did not make Tan Feng unhappy, but Yang Er suddenly made such a definition, and he felt a little unhappy.

"Since it is a paradox, there is no value for discussion." Tan Feng turned his head to look at Yang Er, and said word by word, "Then why did you suddenly bring it up?"

Yang Er didn't speak, just looked at him, and asked after a while, "Do you hate me?"

His expression was the same as usual, even slightly smiling.

Tan Feng was silent for a moment, he sighed, and said, "Forget it, it's useless to discuss this matter. But, Your Highness, you should recognize the reality. Tan Feng may have really liked you before, but now I don’t like you, or even hate you. You gather all the points that I hate, and everything makes me feel uncomfortable.”

"Why?" Yang Er still asked with a smile, but her voice was a little dry.

"Do you still have to ask why?" Tan Feng stood up straight, turned around and walked towards the place where Miao Miao was. Suddenly, he stopped, turned his head to look at Yang Er, and said with a fake smile, "Your Highness , Stalking is not a good behavior, it does not match your identity. Please remember the bet, if I win, after that, we will return to the bridge and return to the road, and we must never meet again. "

"Your words... really hurt people." Yang Er responded with a smile. He gritted his teeth tightly so that his expression did not change.

Tan Feng didn't even turn his head this time, and walked directly to where Miao Miao was. Yang Er stood there for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, he shook his head, turned around and looked up at the floating The black gold building said softly, "A stalker? Then what should I do?"

In the Star Palace of the Imperial Capital.

Yang Shizuku stood by the side of the bedroom, looked at the man in front of him, and asked with a frown, "Why are you here? Didn't I say it many times, this is the core of the empire, if you break in like this, it's easy to tear me apart went in."

The man in front of him said, "Just this time. Your Highness the Second Prince, the General ordered you to keep His Highness the First Prince in the Eighth Star Region forever."

"For this kind of thing, he can just send me a text message. Do you have to come over?" Yang Shizuku looked a little impatient. The piece of paper said, "You tell him to wait, I don't have time to deal with this right now."

The pattern on the piece of paper was a bit complicated, Yang Shizuku read it quickly, but he didn't know much about it.

"I know you are worried about the safety of Major General Miao Miao. Don't worry about that. As long as you kill His Royal Highness, we will definitely guarantee the safety of Major General Miao Miao." The man said respectfully.

Yang Shizuku took a deep breath, held the piece of paper in his hand, turned to look at the man, his eyes were a little cold, and said, "Are you treating me as a three-year-old child? Keep Miao Miao safe? Fuck you."

"His Royal Highness the Second Prince."

"Don't talk anymore, I don't want to discuss this matter now." Yang Shizuku raised his hand slightly, preventing the man from continuing to speak, and said, "Go back and tell the general that I am not a dog. I will take care of Er's affairs, but no one can do anything to him until I take care of it."

"Are you still cherishing brotherhood?" The man seemed to have heard something funny, and he said, "Your Highness, have you forgotten your true identity? You are not the second prince of the empire at all, you are Pei Tianshang of the Federation." General's son, you should dedicate everything to the Federation and to Admiral Pei Tian. The so-called brotherhood between you and His Royal Highness Yang Er is all fake. If His Highness Yang Er knew that you were the fake Second Prince, would he know that he would Will not kill you?"

"Have you said enough?" Yang Shizuku lowered his eyes and smiled, he turned his head to look at the man with a frown, and asked, "Is it interesting to force me so much? You repeat this sentence every time, can you change it?" Fresh? I know that I am fake, everything about me is fake, I am not His Royal Highness the Second Prince, I am not Yang Er's younger brother, I am not!"

He paused, raised his chin, looked at the man with contempt, and said indifferently, "But, I don't need your reminders. By the way, I am not the son of General Pei Tian, ​​and I can't bear this title. He only has one son, and that is Pei Xing. I belong only to myself."

"Are you planning to betray the Federation?" the man asked.

"When did I give my allegiance?" Yang Shizuku asked sarcastically, and he said, "Go back and tell Admiral Pei Tian that I hold grudges, and there are some things that I will remember for the rest of my life."

The man stared at Yang Shizuku for a long time, and then said, "You are really not good. When you return to the Federation next time, I hope to see you in real life."

Yang Shizuku didn't reply, watching the man walk out of the bedroom, he sat on the sofa as if relieved, covered his face with his hands, shrugged his shoulders slightly, as if he was smiling.

After Tan Feng walked into the treatment cabin, he looked at Miao Miao who was lying in it, frowned slightly, and said, "Can you pick him up?"

Miao Miao was seriously injured, if he was picked up hastily, I'm afraid it would make his injury worse, maybe he lost his life.

Yang Er walked over from the side, stood beside Miao Miao, and immediately bent down halfway, grabbed Miao Miao's wrist with one hand, and carefully lifted him up with all his strength.

Suddenly, a tiger-body eagle-winged beast appeared beside Yang Er, with its black wings slightly spread, and half-squatting down on its forelimbs, Tan Feng said, "Put it on Xiaomei's body."

Yang Er looked up at him.

Tan Feng said, "Unless we lift Miao Miao out, it will definitely make his injury worse. It's better to put it on Xiaomei's body, at least he can lie flat."

This made sense, Yang Er nodded, and made Miao Miao lie flat on Xiaomei's back. Xiaomei's figure was so huge that it almost filled half of the treatment cabin.

"It can't be shrunk anymore." Tan Feng said, "If it shrinks any more, Miao Miao won't be able to lie on it."

Yang Er nodded, his back was facing Tan Feng, so Tan Feng couldn't see his expression.

"Are you angry?" Tan Feng walked to Yang Er and asked in a low voice, "Because of what I said, or because of the bet?"

"No, I'm just thinking about some issues." Yang Er replied.

"What's the problem?" Tan Feng narrowed his eyes and said, "Anyway, I don't mean to hurt you, but I can't pretend to like you either."

Yang Er covered his forehead with one hand, and he sighed, "You better stop talking."

Yang Er felt that Tan Feng's explanation was useless except to make people feel more distressed.

He was also very unsure about Tan Feng, because he found that from waking up to now, Tan Feng has never asked about his origin, nor has he ever sought the past.He is a person who only cares about the future, not the past.

Therefore, past experiences and emotions are worthless to him, and there is no need to even ask.What an unexpected fickleness.

"You don't know anything about the past, so you really won't panic?" Yang Er suddenly asked when walking out.

Tan Feng didn't expect Yang Er to ask such a question suddenly, he was stunned, then smiled, and said, "No, I'm not interested either."

Yang Er nodded, he reached out and took down the golden broadsword, and said as he walked, "Those things are approaching very fast, I will clear the way later, you take Xiaomei into the research institute, I will follow up later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his wrist being grabbed. Yang Er turned his head to look at Tan Feng in confusion, only to hear Tan Feng say, "Go to the back, I'll clear the way."

Yang Er couldn't help laughing, he stretched out his hand seemingly gently, but in fact he pushed Tan Feng away with hidden strength, and said gently, "It's not necessary. Now you have no position to do so."

Tan Feng's face darkened, as if he was about to refute, suddenly, he raised his head suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "Something is coming!"

Xiaomei's black wings suddenly opened, and her huge body smashed through the protective cover. Tan Feng stood firmly on Xiaomei's back. When he was about to pick up Yang Er, he met Yang Er's eyes.

"Let's go." Hearing Yang Er's low sigh, Tan Feng said, "Since you want to abandon the past, don't let me have illusions. Even if you stop, I will never give up."

Tan Feng's hand stopped, and he pursed his lips and replied, "I'll be waiting for you at the research institute."

After finishing speaking, Xiaomei's wings vibrated slightly, and she flew towards the suspended black-gold building.

The corners of Yang Er's lips raised slightly. Holding the golden broadsword in his hand, he raised his eyelids to look at the ferocious non-human monsters, and said in a low voice, "Come on."

Just as Tan Feng was walking outside the research institute, he suddenly heard a huge sound behind him, and the impact of the energy burst broke all the big trees on the side, which was extremely violent.

He turned his head immediately, and saw not far away, a light golden light cracked and shattered in front of him with a bang, like a beam of light falling from ten thousand zhang. The fluctuation of energy was extremely unstable, as if it might break apart at any time.

Tan Feng's complexion changed drastically, and it was extremely ugly in an instant. He was about to take a step forward, but his mind felt a sharp pain, and some broken fragments flooded into his mind, but the speed was so fast that he only had time to feel the indescribable feeling. Emotions.

He reached out and grabbed the skirt of his clothes tightly, frowning, the red marks on his neck were spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Your Highness? Yang Er?" Tan Feng raised his head, looked at the golden sword light, his face was a little dazed, "What was it like just now?"

What was that like?A turbulent, indescribable emotion, as if without Yang Er, he would be so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Just... just kidding." Tan Feng raised his head slightly, desperately suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, restraining the fragments that kept flashing in his mind, and said, "This is impossible, absolutely impossible."

He leaned against Xiaomei's thick forelimbs, panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked at Yang Er's direction with almost ferocious eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "This is absolutely impossible...it must be me. It feels wrong."