Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

Wenman's mood was ups and downs, and his thoughts were flying.

If it can be confirmed that the creature in the Nanjing terminal is really artificial intelligence, whether it is the previous one or not, it will explain something.

In the Galactic Empire, he can conclude that there is no intelligent body that is fully personified and can switch between virtual and physical accounts. It can only come from the future.

Landis' expression changed drastically, and he was in a trance.

The appearance of the Nan family couple and their attitude towards Nan Jing over the years are completely different from their treatment of their two daughters.

But Landis didn't find out that Nanjing was the evidence of their adoption, and he also asked Feng Jianli, and he didn't have another younger brother at all. As for Marshal Feng Changmo, he has been devoted to the growth of the military all these years, and has never appeared around him. Having a bed warmer, let alone having an illegitimate child outside.

But according to Wenman's words, and Feng Jianli's already exaggerated reflection, Nan Jing, who looks like Marshal Feng, is actually very likely to be his child.

Landis turned the terminal on his wrist incredulously.

"It wouldn't be so coincidental would it?"

If this is the case, wouldn't he call Feng Jianli brother in the future?

Absolutely not.

No, no, the point doesn't seem to be that.

But what is the point?

Wenman's heart has started to beat faster since Landis said that he found a small thing in the terminal, and it almost jumped out of his chest.

Although he can still talk to Landis logically, the pounding in his heart can't be calmed down until now.

Nan Jing's appearance that made him suspicious, his inherent noble temperament, coupled with that little thing, Wenman almost dared to conclude the relationship between Nan Jing and Feng Jianli, and more importantly, Ashura also Now, what about its owner?Does it still exist in this time and space?

That man, that irresponsible man, although Wenman vowed that if he could see him in his lifetime, he would definitely beat him up, but his greatest wish was still to see him once again—just one time is fine.

He stroked his chest and murmured, "I hope you won't let us down."

If Nan Jing owns Asura and is Feng Changmo's son, then some people have said that the lurkers lurking in the dark are eyeing him.

But Wenman thought deeper—if this is the case, why did they not receive any news for so many years, but let another group of people get ahead?

If Landis and Nanjing hadn't been alone for a long enough time, the three basic meta-energy levels were high enough, and he would tell his discovery when he occasionally discovered that Nanjing's terminal was invaded and intercepted information, they still have no doubts so far. Nanjing's secrets are unknown!

Things are far more complicated than imagined.

Wenman thought about whether to report everything to Emperor Star.

Feng Changmo...

He endured it, concentrating on the mecha space chain that he had held in his hand for some time.

If the hair color is the same, the silvery and clear chains, the complex patterns look like lotus flowers with different postures, and the light blue gradient mecha space button is a nine-fold blue lotus.

This is the mecha space chain that Guchen calls a work of art, and it is also the mecha that Wenman has carefully kept by his side for so many years, hiding it as a treasure and rarely using it.

After so many years, except for some of the closest people, no one has ever known that Wenman has such a mecha that makes people want to own it just because of the space chain.

Wenman held the chain firmly, and murmured a prayer: "It must...if it was you."

The howling wind flew past his ears, Feng Jianli turned his back to the setting sun and ran wildly.

Passers-by could only feel a black figure flashing past, and when they realized it and looked ahead, it was gone. Only the wind in their ears was still telling them the fact that someone was passing by.

When Feng Jianli stopped, he realized that he had arrived at the dormitory of the Mecha Manufacturing Department of the Sifal Military Academy.

Feng Jianli, who is cold and reticent but powerful, has inevitably been noticed by the students of the military academy since he entered school——

Like the perfect face made of ice and snow, the coldness that is more inaccessible than Lantis, the strength that is comparable to Lantis, and the only son of Feng Changmo, the first marshal of the empire, the national idol, these adjectives are all synonymous with him , and let Feng Jianli's name resound throughout the Sifal Military Academy.

At this time, Feng Jianli was standing solemnly on the road in the dormitory area of ​​the first-year mecha manufacturing department. He didn't move for a long time, and he had already attracted the attention of many students.

The news of Feng Jianli's appearance in the dormitory of the Mecha Manufacturing Department had been spread throughout the school within a few minutes, and caused discussions among many gossip lovers.

"Oh, I'm also a first-year freshman, but now I just came out of the dormitory. Damn it, go back and watch now!"

"Real-time broadcast, real-time broadcast, Bingshan Lengmei has been standing here for 10 minutes, what is he going to do?"

"Are you here to find your sweetheart?"

"Mech Manufacturing Department, first grader, why can I only think of one person all of a sudden?"

"..."

"You are not alone."

However, Feng Jianli just stood in the sunset for a long time, turned and left without doing anything.

Leaving a group of people at a loss.

After agreeing to make mashed potatoes for Feng Jianli, Nan Jing immediately sent a message to Landis to report that he was safe after leaving the studio, and then went back to the mountain villa directly.

Under Wenman's weird gaze, he bit the bullet and said hello, and ran into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Originally, he was planning to tease Nan Jing about the embarrassing incident of being carried back by Landis last night, but seeing the child acting like this, Wenman gave up this idea a little bit.

Not long after, Landis, who was training mechs in the Silver Wing Clubhouse, also came back.

As soon as he entered the door, he could smell the long-lost meal, which put Landis in a good mood, and even some things that hadn't been found out all afternoon became irrelevant.

"What did honey do? It smells delicious."

When Nan Jing saw Landis, the corners of his mouth naturally curved gently, he put the last plate on the table, and said, "Three vegetarian dishes, three meat dishes, and pearl ball porridge."

Landis came over and gave Nan Jing a hug first, and untied the belt of the apron while hugging his waist, which gave Landis a pleasant feeling of undressing for his wife.

Nan Jing couldn't laugh or cry, he found that Landis was getting more and more mischievous.

"I'll go clean up first, and if I'm hungry, I'll eat first, without waiting for Wenman." Landis said, glanced at the carefully made mashed potatoes, paused, and moved his eyes away calmly.

Feng Jianli couldn't be contacted until now, but Landis wasn't worried that he would be in personal danger, let alone worry about his psychological endurance.

When Landis went downstairs after washing, he saw Wenman sitting across the dining table directly opposite the south mirror, holding a glass of orange juice in his hand, and asking about his family status.

It doesn't sound very meaningful to Nan Jing, but to the insider Landis, there is another layer of meaning deep enough in it.

"You're the only student who doesn't have a compulsory education record. It's hard to imagine that you could pass the exam at the Sifal Military Academy."

There was a light and gentle smile on Wenman's face. This was his signature expression. Combined with his appearance and hair color, it was easy for people to let go of their guards and feel good about him.

Nan Jing told the truth: "A lot of knowledge can be learned on the virtual network, especially the most basic theories. And I didn't choose the combat department that requires a lot of practice and a strong body to enter, and basic professional knowledge is very difficult. Mastered command department and medical department. In contrast, mecha manufacturing is very easy to get started."

Landis had already come to sit down beside Nan Jing, and while taking food from Nan Jing's plate, he said lightly: "I never knew that there were children who did not receive the compulsory education of the Empire on the main star of the main galaxy of the Empire. Occurring on a planet with high crime rates and exceptional poverty."

Although the tone was very light, Nan Jing could still hear dissatisfaction and complaints from it.

As for who the target is, there is no need to think too much.

Nan Jing conveniently picked up a piece of fish for Landis, which is a kind of deep-sea fish. Although the price is expensive, since Nan Jing sold a set of purified materials, he has become a millionaire by leaps and bounds.

He is happy to buy all kinds of food that can make delicious food for everyone, without being stingy.

Speaking of the Nan family couple, Nan Jing couldn't help sighing.

Of course, he didn't want to speak ill of these two parents in name, and he didn't even want to mention it.

Anyway, since I'm not their biological child, I just pretend I don't know anyone.

Wenman wiped his mouth and said, "In the empire, your parents have broken the law."

Nan Jing smiled indifferently, and said in a half-joking tone: "Maybe I'm not their biological son."

He does not mean that.

As soon as these words came out, Landis and Wenman's hearts were shocked at the same time, and they looked at each other calmly, with secretive expressions in their eyes.

But neither of them went any further.

Nan Jing was completely unaware that he had been quietly tested by the two people around him unintentionally, but looked at the empty seat next to Wenman, thinking why Feng Jianli, who was always the most punctual, had disappeared.

The meal was finished in a harmonious atmosphere, and the two small glass bowls on the table were still standing there motionless and dependent on each other, and inside were mashed potatoes specially made for Feng Jianli.