After the treason, the enemy and I have HE

Cecilia calmly pushed the man's hand away: "Seymore, what has changed is you and not me. I have taken the position of leader. You have always been the smartest. You know what choice to make."

Seymour gritted his teeth and looked at Cecilia, "Even if you are favored by the Creator God and have divine power, you can't break the rules. There has never been a rule for a woman to be the leader in the tribe."

"That's because no divine envoy appeared before."

Seymour sneered: "An envoy? You don't even know if it's real or not! Are you so sure about their identities? Or are they simply liars you hired?"

He couldn't believe it anymore, just when Cecilia wanted to compete for the leader, an envoy whom he hadn't seen for thousands of years suddenly appeared in the tribe.

Feng Xinghe nodded while hiding in the grass, his guess was accurate.

Cecilia sighed, looked up at Seymour, "For the sake of us growing up together, let me warn you one last time, stay away from those people on the other side, you will be hurt if you walk with them Killed everyone in our tribe!"

Seymour was slightly taken aback, and looked at Cecilia uncomfortably: "How do you know me..."

"Seymore, I know more than you think." Cecilia's eyes were as dark as obsidian, "There are many things I can't tell you. But you have to believe that I will always be a warrior of the Yit tribe, I Loyalty belongs only to the Horde."

Seymour looked at Cecilia fixedly. He seemed to want to reach out and hug her, but in the end, he chose to turn around: "Don't think that you are the only one who is loyal to the tribe! I have a different opinion from yours. You have your own ideas. , I have my choice. Since we can't convince each other, let's compete in the leader selection ceremony. If you can persuade the envoy to change the rules of the tribe, I will wait for you on the battlefield."

"You can't beat me." Cecilia looked at Seymour sincerely.

Seymour: "...you wait for me to reveal the true colors of those two liars!"

After Seymour left angrily, Cecilia stood there for a while before walking towards the center of the tribe with a gloomy expression.

"What are you thinking?" In the bushes, Mu Jialan and Feng Xinghe got quite close for concealment. With the light of the blue satellite, Mu Jialan could even count the number of Feng Xinghe's slightly drooping eyelashes.

Feng Xinghe rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "Although Cecilia is using us openly, I still feel a little bit hard to swallow."

It seems that Cecilia also hides a lot from them.

Mu Jialan raised the corner of his mouth, and in his hand was a pheasant-like animal he found in the grass just now. In order to prevent its sound from disturbing the two people just now, he pinched the pheasant's neck and strangled it. Dead: "Can't swallow this breath and swallow the barbecue?"

Seeing Mu Jialan skillfully pluck hair and remove internal organs, Feng Xinghe nodded firmly.

"The feathers of this pheasant seem to be more colorful than ordinary pheasants." Feng Xinghe picked up a long tail feather from the grass and looked at it. "And, why do I think it looks familiar?"

The next second, he looked up at Mu Jialan.

"Uh." Mu Jialan also realized something, and stopped plucking hair.

The golden-red feathers all over the ground seem to be the pet raised by the priest?

"Forget it, I've already been killed anyway." Feng Xinghe covered his face, now he can only destroy the corpse thoroughly.

After a hasty roast, the two burned the feathers and bones to a heap of ashes, then avoided the patrols and returned to the temple while dark clouds blocked the moon.

There is only one room in the temple where people can rest. It is cleaned very cleanly, and the bed paved with stone slabs is covered with gorgeous soft animal skins.

Although the furnishings in this room are already very luxurious in comparison, Feng Xinghe still has a question in his heart.

They are obviously two people, why only one bed is arranged?

Mu Jialan remembered how he deliberately held Feng Xinghe's hand in front of Cecilia before, touched his nose and said nothing.

"You sleep here." Feng Xinghe hesitated and gestured on the bed.

He still couldn't do the act of occupying the entire stone bed by himself just after eating the food made by others, so he could only reluctantly share half of the bed with him.

Mu Jialan occupied the half of the bed obediently, lying on the animal skin mattress in an orderly manner, blinking and showing an absolutely honest look.

Feng Xinghe glanced at him suspiciously, then hesitantly followed and lay down on the other side.

Mu Jialan's upper body was still naked, and he didn't feel it before, but when he was lying next to him, Feng Xinghe clearly felt a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

He closed his eyes, this person's sense of presence was too strong, even if he closed his eyes, he still couldn't ignore the existence of Mu Jialan.

After a pause, Feng Xinghe took off his military uniform jacket and threw it over: "What do you mean by putting on your clothes and sleeping naked?"

Mu Jialan held his black military jacket with a silent expression on his face.

It turns out that in the cognition of the former Crown Prince, it is only reasonable to dress neatly when sleeping?

But he probably knew Feng Xinghe's awkwardness, so he still put on that coat with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

In the next second, there was a "chila—" and the clothes were torn.

"Tighten up." Mu Jialan innocently looked at Feng Xinghe who opened his eyes suddenly, and held up the clothes in his hand that were torn by his tall physique and strong muscles, "Why don't you take off another one for me?" ? I definitely don't dislike you for not wearing clothes."

Feng Xinghe glanced at the clothes that were still in good shape a second ago, and then at the only white shirt left on his body. He changed from lying flat to sleeping on his side, out of sight and out of mind.

Mu Jialan smiled slightly, threw away the clothes in his hand, and then lay on his side on the bed.Even if he could only see the back of Feng Xinghe's head, he would be very satisfied.

In the darkness, the graceful undulating lines of Feng Xinghe's body lying on his side are as beautiful as distant mountains.He is used to curling up slightly when he sleeps, and the thin white shirt can't hide his slender figure at all, and the beautiful sphenoid bone on his back can be clearly seen under the cover of the material.

Mu Jialan resisted the desire to hug him into his arms, propped his head on his elbows, and traced the other person's body line over and over again with greedy eyes, and finally fixed his gaze on Feng Xinghe's bare feet.

Those feet were as beautiful as its owner, the jade-colored bare feet were slender and delicate, five round and lovely toes curled unconsciously, and the neatly manicured nails were light pink.

Mu Jialan suddenly felt dry mouth.

The gaze behind him was like a torch, Feng Xinghe really couldn't fall asleep, so he could only close his eyes and warn: "If you don't want to sleep, get out."

At first, he thought that the man should be honest, but he didn't want to hear a rustle behind him, Feng Xinghe opened his eyes impatiently, only to find that Mu Jialan got up and walked out.

"You..." Feng Xinghe opened his mouth, he didn't intend to chase him away, he just wanted him to sleep peacefully.This person always likes to fight against him on weekdays, why did he suddenly become so obedient?

"I'll go outside to blow some air." Mu Jialan strode away without looking back.

Although he walked very fast, Feng Xinghe, whose five senses were dozens of times better than ordinary people, still found the source of the problem.

This guy actually reacted!

Looking at the bulging bag trapped in the white army trousers clamoring to rush out, Feng Xinghe was completely petrified.

Afterwards, his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just, it's just...

The imperial prince, who had always been extremely intelligent, couldn't think of an adjective to describe this indescribably embarrassing scene.

He simply pulled the animal skin mattress next to him and covered his head, trying to cover up his hot and blush cheeks.

Mu Jialan threw himself into the cool river and took a bath. When he went back, he hesitated and jumped onto the eaves, with his hands behind his head, looking at the boundless night and the distant galaxy in the sky.

His galaxy is very close to him.

There were countless crazy thoughts in his mind, but he had to suppress those raging wild thoughts.

Although he always likes to take advantage of his words on weekdays, and likes to watch His Royal Highness, who has always been gentle and cold, look angry and helpless, but in his heart, Feng Xinghe deserves all the tenderness and beauty in this world.

Without his consent, Mu Jialan would never show any disrespect to him even if he took a cold bath every day.

Respecting him and loving him is Mu Jialan's instinct like breathing.

Seventeen years ago, when he was struggling to return to the human world from the sea of ​​death, his instinct drove him to pay attention to the child he rescued from the ambush, and secretly protect his every move.

Watching that infant who was still in his infancy grow into a handsome, powerful and heroic prince of the empire, something was gradually sprouting in his heart, and he broke through the darkness and thrived with the nourishment of day and night greed, just like growing With sharp thorns entwined around his heart, the day after day desire and love bloomed into enchanting and beautiful flowers nourished by blood.

Feng Xinghe grew in his heart, and the two merged into one.Once it is pulled out, it will be heart-piercing and painful.

When the 13-year-old imperial prince made a marriage contract with the noble knights around him, in the eyes of Mu Jialan, his property was seriously violated.

This powerful and elegant beast has long regarded Feng Xinghe as its own, so how could it allow others to get involved.

The appearance of Bai Ning was accidental, but not necessarily inevitable.

Mu Jialan squinted his eyes slightly, and the golden pupils blended and refracted a faint dark golden light under the blue moonlight.He raised his hand, watching the moonlight fall from between his fingers, and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

It seems that once, he also guarded a person like this, facing the loneliness of the sky alone.

Mu Jialan withdrew his gaze, a pensive expression appeared on his handsome face.He seems to have forgotten some very important things, the memory before the age of 17, the doctor at the military hospital told him that the longer the time passes, the less likely it is to recall it.

What did he forget?

Feng Xinghe was lying on the bed, but his ears sensitively caught Mu Jialan's every move on the roof, and even his near-never breath.

He thought he would not be able to fall asleep, but hearing the man's breathing, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

He who hadn't dreamed for a long time had a dream.

Feng Xinghe rarely dreams, and the number of times he has dreamed in the past 17 years is only a handful.But this time the dream he had was different from the previous ones.

In the dream, he still looked like this now, but with black hair and black eyes.

He was wearing a moon-white gown and dancing sword among the bamboo forests.

The sword light is calm, flying like the wind.The bamboo leaves are rustling, and the breeze is blowing.

After the sword dance is over, it does not damage a green bamboo or half a green leaf.

"Senior Brother." A blue-clothed boy held the wooden sword in his arms and watched him. Seeing him put the sword in his hand, he clapped his hands and praised him, "Your swordsmanship is too powerful."

Feng Xinghe followed the prestige, and the blue-clothed boy clearly had a face exactly like Mu Jialan's, but looked more immature and youthful, and his eyes were golden pupils.

Feng Xinghe couldn't help being startled, and really wanted to ask: Why do you look like this?But the words and deeds of the person in the dream are not under his control. In the dream, he glanced coldly at the young man, and said indifferently: "You are very talented, and you will not be inferior to me in time."

The young man leaned against him like a small beast, his golden pupils were filled with admiration and trust: "I will be able to protect senior brother then."

Seeing the boy's innocent eyes, 'Feng Xinghe' couldn't help showing a shallow smile, and even reached out and fondled the boy's hair.

Feng Xinghe shuddered in his heart, opened his eyes the next second, and what caught his eyes was still the black dome of the temple, and the light purple skylight on the horizon had already shone into the room through the window.

After a while, he raised his hand in front of him and looked at it.

In the dream, the touch of stroking the boy's black hair was so real that he was in a trance for a moment, maybe now he was in a dream.

Feng Xinghe is no stranger to the dress in the dream.

In the vast universe, there are always intelligent creatures derived from some planets who have some special methods to enhance their power. They call themselves monks, and they master various mysterious powers through cultivation.

Although the interstellar civilians knew nothing about it, as the prince of the empire, Feng Xinghe had not only seen those monks, but even had contact with some of them.The dresses of those monks were exactly the same as in his dream.

The power those monks can obtain after exhausting their lives may not be as powerful as a particle light cannon on the starship.They prolong their lifespan by controlling the natural power of the planet. However, the S-class gene enhancement needle developed by the Academy of Sciences can prolong the life of human beings by 200 years.

Everything they can get, technology has a better solution.Unless it is the peak powerhouse among them, it is said that they will eventually become immortals through cultivation, and can freely travel between any galaxy.

But such a powerful monk has never been seen, and only exists in legends.In comparison, the high-level empire is not very interested in this group of monks who can't even leave their own planet.

On the contrary, if these monks have not reached the stage of cultivation, they may need to use the high-tech means of the empire or the federation to help them achieve certain goals.Of course, such help is not free, in exchange, they always have to pay some price.

A monk once gave a jade slip that was said to be left by an ancient sword fairy to the empire in exchange for yuan liquid to help him cultivate. He claimed that there is a great opportunity in the jade slip, and those who are destined can get a glimpse of it, but so far, that The jade slips were still collecting dust in the emperor's private treasury.

Monk...

Feng Xinghe looked out the window lazily, if he was a monk, he would definitely not be the brother of someone who looks like Mu Jialan!