Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

"The method of releasing the source of consciousness used by Xilin is completely different from that used by the mech maker. Once the source of consciousness overdrawn by this repair reaches a critical point, the source of consciousness will be degraded."

"Demotion?" Nan Jing frowned, realizing the seriousness of the situation.

"Yes."

Feng Jianli raised his hand to brush the hair hanging on his forehead, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "A few years ago, Xilin's body suffered a lot of damage, and I don't know if he has completely recovered until now."

Looking from the angle of Nan Jing, the black eyes seemed to be covered with a veil, and the emotions inside could not be seen.

In other words, Feng Jianli was originally a person who was too restrained and forbearing, and hiding had become a habit.

Maybe it was the matter of Ellens and Wenman's emotions that spread to everyone, Nan Jing felt that Feng Jianli was full of loneliness and regret at this moment.

After a little hesitation, Nan Jing walked over and hugged his elder brother, and comforted him: "Then we won't treat her, shall we? Xilin is indeed more important."

He didn't know that Xilin would have bad consequences if he did these things before, so he agreed to treat Nanmu without thinking.

Now that he knew it, it was impossible for Xilin to take this risk again.

Even if Feng Jianli agreed, he would not agree.

Nan Jing thought of Landis who hadn't expressed anything, bit his lower lip, and said, "Why didn't Landis stop him?"

Feng Jianli closed his dim eyes lightly, and said, "He doesn't know."

Really don't know?

Of course not.

Ke Landis didn't stop him, because he knew...some people would never allow Xilin to hurt him.

In the end, Landis is still the one who sees everything most clearly.

At Feng Jianli's request, Nan Jing didn't bring up the matter after leaving, and kept silent when facing Xilin's insinuations.

What the hell are the two brats muttering on the roof?

Xilin always felt that Feng Jianli looked at him strangely recently, it was no longer pure coldness without distracting thoughts, but mixed with many other emotions.

However, Xilin doesn't want to talk to him now, especially on relationship issues.

"Okay, take everything you need, don't spoil Landis tonight, get a good sleep, I'll see you off tomorrow morning."

Xilin brushed aside all the long dark red hair that hung down to her waist. After running outside for a day, exhausted physically and mentally, she said hello and entered the bedroom.

Nan Jing first thought in embarrassment, is that what he meant by not spoiling Landis?

But you really have to go over what you want to bring.

It doesn't matter this time, Nan Jing, who had already taken a bath and was about to go to bed, suddenly remembered the boss' instructions some time ago.

He said why he always felt that he had forgotten something. The boss left him some important things in the spare parts hut. He was supposed to pick them up in early December, but he forgot because of too many things happened later.

Landis came out of the bathroom, his long dark golden hair was still dripping with water. He casually put on a bathrobe and wiped his hair with a towel. When he looked up, he saw Nan Jing rolling and moaning on the bed.

"Honey, I thought you were asking me to do something."

Landis smiled ambiguously, went to the bed and picked up Nan Jing, looked at Nan Jing with deep eyes, and kissed him on the forehead.

Instead, Nan Jing threw himself on Landis, wrinkled his face and said in pain, "I want to go out."

Landis blinked, "Now?"

"Well, now." Nan Jing pressed Landis under him, sat on his stomach, lay down and rubbed his red lips, and said coquettishly, "I'll be back soon."

Landis turned over and pressed the person back, narrowing his icy eyes slightly, looking at Nan Jing with a little guilty conscience.

"Ahem, baby, my boss...has left something very important for me, I don't feel safe if I don't take it away." Nan Jing consciously explained with his arms around Landis' neck.

The boss of Nanjing...

Thinking of this person, Landis felt uncomfortable.

however--

"Okay, but I want to go with you, otherwise we won't talk about it."

He would like to see with his own eyes that the mysterious passerby's face has left something mysterious and serious in the mirror of his house.

Ten minutes later, Nan Jing and Landis came to the door of the small shop.

It wasn't too late. People were still coming and going on the bustling street, and the lights were bright. Even the colored light music fountain on the big square didn't stop, creating a lively scene.

Nan Jing got out of the car, looked at the coffin-like black door, and said to Landis: "I can go in by myself, you can wait for me here for a while."

Landis said lightly: "10 minutes."

Landis doesn't like this kind of broken place at all.

He couldn't help thinking darkly, it's fortunate that the aura in the boss's head disappeared automatically, otherwise he would have to kill the guy who tried to get his hands on his immaculate wife.

Nan Jing was already used to the darkness of the small shop with no lights on. He groped his way to the counter familiarly. After inputting his fingerprint and pupil identification, he walked to the basement through the small door that opened behind him.

The basement was very dark and there was no light at all. Nan Jing stood below trying to let his eyes get used to it before turning on the light.

He heard a faint groan, and suddenly his heart rang loudly - how could there be someone here?

Before he had time to think about it, suddenly, a long whip mixed with fire flashed in front of his eyes, Nan Jing's pupils suddenly shrank, and he pulled away the polar ice worm without thinking, and the ancient force was instilled in, like a snake-like headband. Winding up against the fire dragon like self-awareness.

With two sounds of "Papa", Nan Jing's weapon had come into contact with that side, and the shock spread from his fingertips to his entire arm, and Nan Jing's body was numb for half of his body.

But the opponent's attack power is not strong enough!

But at this time, he was extremely grateful for Xilin's devil training for him in the past few days, otherwise, let alone attacking, he might not even be able to avoid it, right?

But the situation over there seems to be even worse, the level of night vision is not low, Nan Jing has almost adapted to the darkness, he can see a person kneeling on the ground, looking at him in a defensive posture, the weapon in his hand is caught far away.

"Who?"

Nan Jing opened his mouth vigilantly, breaking the mysterious atmosphere with a short voice.

It is temporarily uncertain whether the person who can enter the boss's place is an enemy or a friend, and it is very likely that they are friends rather than enemies.

Hearing this voice, the man seemed to be relieved, and lay down directly as if he was exhausted.

"Honey, why are you here?"

This voice, this voice——!

Nan Jing was shocked for a full three seconds, before saying in an uncertain but joyful tone, "Senior Ellens?"

That's right, that voice was indeed Ellens's, and even the tone of voice was as light as before, with a slightly seductive tone.

He flicked on the light in the basement, and Ellens was stunned by the strong light so that he closed his eyes directly, lying on the ground with a bloodless face, wearing a suit of clothes he had snatched from no one knew where.

The suit looked ill-fitting, and hung loosely over Erens, making him appear thin--in fact, Erens was in such a state that he couldn't even hold a whip.

"How are you, senior? We've been looking for you for a long time..."

Nan Jing hurried over and knelt beside Ellens, looking at Ellens with frowning and trembling lips, terrified.

The thick black and blue under the eyes, the blood-stained lower lip from the bite, and the convulsive body made Erens look like a dehydrated fish.

Nan Jing's gaze inevitably looked down, staying on the lower abdomen covered by his hands.

Ellens barely opened his eyes, and when he saw Nan Jing staring intently at his stomach, he immediately understood.

Weakly pulling out a forced smile, Ellens took Nan Jing's hand, placed it gently on his soft belly, and said, "Touch him, he's still very small, um...about half his size. "

He raised his fist.

It was very painful, even though he tried his best to instill the ancient martial power and the source of consciousness here, he could still feel that this unformed little life was slowly leaving him.

Nan Jingjing looked as if he had been burned, his heart ached and he couldn't speak.

He looked at Ellens's neither sad nor happy face, whether he wanted to cry or not, and felt the skin under his palm was burning like fire.

"You, you are sick!"

Nan Jing touched Erens's body, then touched his forehead, the temperature was absolutely abnormal!

That's right, it's hard to imagine what Ellens has been through these days. Why is he hiding in this basement alone?How long have you been here?Have you eaten these days?Have you rested?

"Don't be sad dear."

Ellens looked at Nan Jing's expression, but instead held Nan Jing's hand to comfort him.

"You look like this, but I will be sad when I see you."

Ellens smiled all over his face, and said in a less serious tone: "This small face is not suitable for making such an expression, please show me a smile."

Nan Jing hurriedly sniffed, looked around, and found nothing soft, so he carefully hugged Ellens' head on his lap to make him more comfortable.

"Senior..."

There are so many things I want to say, but I don't know where to start.