Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

Chapter 443 Be Good, Don't Cry

Feng Changmo's words were like a sharp knife cutting Feng Qitong's body.

This is the one thing he regrets the most.

Feng Qitong was silent, his face was as pale as a group of four, and his body was shaking slightly, not sure whether it was because of the cold or excessive blood loss.

"I'll ask you again, what did you inject Jialan with?" Feng Changmo asked sharply, raising his voice.

When he saw this person, he felt uncomfortable, seeing his bloody appearance made him even more intrusive, and he even felt a psychological feeling of vomiting—not disgust, but a denial of himself.

The very existence of this man signaled his failure, both in marriage and as a father.

Feng Qitong swayed, pursed her lips and said, "I've said it before, the alien beast gene concentrate."

His head was a little dizzy, and before Feng Changmo could continue to move, he unsteadily fell to the ground.

You won't hang here, will you?

Don't think your dad is joking, dear son, your life is in your hands!

Feng Qitong was still in the mood to run around, and simply lay down on the ground, not feeling dirty - anyway, there was no need to feel dirty.

"If I can't get it, no one else can get it. I can't bear to do it to you, so I have to do it with him."

He curled up the corner of his mouth, and said easily, with a pure and clean smile on his face, like a child who doesn't know much about the world.

Feng Changmo's heart was pounding, and his fingertips felt cold.

He knelt down, grabbed Feng Qitong's clothes, pulled his upper body up from the ground forcefully, gritted his teeth as if chewing ice scum, and said coldly: "If I hand you over to your brother, Do you think he will give me the antidote?"

"Yes, and then I will be cut into pieces by him and run into formalin as a specimen. Maybe you can visit it—the sad end of the traitor who betrayed the God's Domain Alliance."

Feng Qitong coughed twice, his eyes blurred, he tried to open his eyes wide, wanting to see more of Feng Changmo's face, but he shed tears uncontrollably.

Mixed with dirt and blood, tears fell in his hair.

"Where's the corpse?" Feng Changmo asked.

Corpse?

"As for the corpse, probably he will rape the corpse... Well, of course it is also possible to dissect my corpse. You know he is very interested in my body structure."

Feng Qitong's breath was much weaker, and he still didn't care, except for his trembling body and tears that kept flowing down to expose him.

Feng Changmo's gaze fell on his already bruised neck.

It was a little dazzling, which made his heart ache.

This man should have died long ago, shouldn't he?

In order to create those monster experimental subjects with mutated genes in the womb, they did not hesitate to use themselves as a medium to come to him and cruelly hurt his children.

It's time to die.

"I'll ask you again, what is that?"

"If you ask it a hundred times, the answer will be the same. Your fiancée is about to become a monster that is despised by others! Feng Changmo, who told you to provoke me from the beginning..."

Feng Jianli stared blankly at the bloodless face, pinching his neck with both hands, deepening his strength little by little, Feng Qitong bit his lower lip, and looked at him stubbornly.

A person who is not afraid of death, or in other words, has nothing to fear.

Feng Changmo slowly released the strength in his hand - he really couldn't let go!

"stop!"

A horrified and cold sigh came from not far away, and strips of colorless filaments mixed with terrifying ancient force rushed towards Feng Changmo crazily, piercing towards Feng Changmo's body.

The dark guard moved, but stopped abruptly when he saw another person.

Feng Changmo's actions preceded his thinking, and he hugged the semi-conscious Feng Qitong in his arms, avoiding the cold threads of barking teeth and claws.

The dust was flying, but it couldn't cover Feng Changmo's face.

The murderous Nan Jing saw the opponent's face clearly, and at the same time, the weapon in his hand hit the ground with a slap, shrinking into an ordinary hair rope.

At a distance of ten meters, neither near nor far, Nan Jing clearly saw another self - but no matter how many years, he could not cultivate the temperament of such a superior.

Like a towering mountain, you can only look up at the ice and snow above it that will not melt for thousands of years, but you will never be able to climb it.

Seal Changmo.

A name lit up clearly in his mind.

He is obviously a very attractive man, but in Nan Jing's eyes, he is a hateful, terrifying and detestable Shura.

The bright red blood stung his eyes, and Nan Jing's gaze no longer stayed on Feng Changmo, but instead fell on the bloody man in his arms.

An indescribable sadness and intense anger made Nan Jing's chest heave violently, he bit his lower lip tightly, unable to look directly at his nominal father, doing such an abominable thing!

Landis never thought it would be the scene in front of him.

He is much calmer, at least not like Nan Jing, who can't even speak out.

The dark guard had already disappeared in the night, and took away the unconscious Jialan by the way.

There was a cool breeze, with a hint of fishy and sweet smell of blood.

"Uncle Feng."

Landis naturally embraced Nan Jing in his arms, and pushed him forward.

Feng Changmo was brought back to his senses by this sound. He was also observing Nan Jing, and even forgot that there was another person in his arms.

This time, Feng Changmo put Feng Qitong on the ground, looked at those dazed eyes, and didn't move.

Nan Jing knelt on the ground with chills all over his body, and groped until he came to the bloody shoulder, where there was a blood hole two fingers wide. After tearing the sleeve, there was scorched black skin inside, terrifying and hideous.

"dad."

Nan Jing's eyes were hot, and his voice trembled a little.

He hurriedly pressed his hands on the wound, the bones were quite difficult, and the blood vessels were even more difficult - a needle pierced, and the Confucius would be with him for a lifetime, let alone broken from it.

It was very difficult, even more difficult to repair than Hanyue's internal organs, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Good, don't cry."

Boss Feng raised his other hand and touched Nan Jing's head affectionately, with a light smile on his lips.

"Cry ass, it's you who cried!"

Nan Jing completely ignored the presence of outsiders, and cursed: "You idiot, you? Aren't you very good? Why are you being bullied like this by an outsider? It's embarrassing!"

Nan Jing growled, is he just suffering?

Standing aside, Feng Changmo quietly stared at Nan Jing who was healing Feng Qitong, and Feng Qitong who was smiling warmly.

"Papa, am I going to have a little brother?"

The cute snowy child ran into the arms of the elegant man with a slightly swollen belly, and asked innocently and cutely.

"Nuan Nuan, don't hit Dad's stomach, the little brother will be woken up."

With a warm smile on his cold face, Feng Changmo held the child in his arms.

"Hey, Momo, hand over your son! Laozi is pregnant and not disabled! Hey, hey——!"

Yes, at that time, Feng Jianli was still called Feng Jiannuan, nicknamed Nuannuan.

The temperature is getting warmer and the earth is returning to spring.

After coaxing the child to sleep, he came to Feng Qitong who was lying on the rocking chair in the yard basking in the sun, bent down and placed his head gently on his abdomen.

"Why do you like children so much?"

Feng Qitong smiled and asked him this question more than once.

why?

Perhaps, he wants many offspring who share the blood of the two of them. This is the best testimony of their love and the continuation of life.

Then, the picture turned upside down.

The pale man has been completely broken in just one month, hugging the crying baby, and said softly with tears in his hoarse voice: "Be good, don't cry."

Feng Changmo closed his astringent and sore eyes.

It's been a long time since I thought of what happened 18 years ago, but Feng Qitong's words brought back memories.

After half an hour, Feng Qitong's injury was completely healed, but the lost blood still couldn't be replenished quickly.

"My precious son is amazing, this technique, tsk tsk."

Feng Qitong was still in a bad-mouthed mood, it really wasn't worthy of pity at all.

At times like this, pretending to be weak and pitiful is the best choice, do you understand?

Nan Jing sniffled, and asked with a mournful face, "Where does it hurt?"

"Stomach, stomach hurts."

Feng Qitong also curled her lips, the expression on Nan Jing's face was exactly the same, divinely similar.

Nan Jing gave Feng Changmo a hard look, and began to touch Feng Qitong's stomach without saying a word.

Landis wanted to twitch the corner of his mouth, but couldn't.

Terrible domestic violence, the kind with blood, according to his wife's affection and concern for Feng Qitong, I'm afraid the relationship between him and Feng Changmo will only be more difficult to repair.

Feng Qitong snorted twice, thinking that it would be nice to have a son who is a master of healing, and he felt refreshed all over, but he was a little worried about being exposed in front of that man.

However, Feng Changmo probably already knew about it, right?

Nan Jing pressed hard.

"Aww, baby, a little less pain, pain, pain, hiss - are you going to kill your old man!?"

Feng Qitong howled, but his exaggerated expression and voice made people feel like he was faking it.

But Nan Jing knew that his stomach was really bleeding.