Chapter 14

Silence filled the room. When Feng Xi wondered if Qi Mu was going to repeat his old trick and suddenly go offline, his dry and solemn answer rang out.

"Yes, I like you."

Feng Xi didn't know what to answer.

So, he wanted to get to the bottom of Qi Mu’s love?

Many years ago, they fell into the Y83 Institute together.

As a sheltered person, he once had a vague affection for Qi Mu, and those feelings limited to friendship or family affection supported him through countless experiments.

For countless days and nights, they cuddled up and endured the severe pain caused by the changes in the mental realm. He would use his pheromones as much as possible to help Qi Mu relieve the pain so that he could survive the long night.

He still remembers the way the young sentinel excitedly told him his escape plan. They made a secret code and agreed to escape together.

But after that day, he never saw Qi Mu again, and could only face the news of the sentry's escape and the increasingly strict security alone, at a loss.

Feng Xi's voice was very soft and calm, "Why?"

The words were too soft and Qi Mu didn't hear them. He changed the angle of the communicator, and the scenery behind him was reflected from the transparent metal and crashed into the communication screen. middle.

Celestial bodies reflect light, and countless planetesimals form a long Milky Way, like sparks sputtered from a primitive fire.

They were running on their own, and a few were left behind the ocean-going ships, accelerating away.

Everything is primitive and barren, and the spacecraft is moving forward in the desert of space. It will take at least ten days before it reaches its oasis.

The spaceship will burn its life in the vast and eternal universe, but there will always be an end point where it will stop.

Feng Xi thought, what is Qi Mu's end point?

he does not know.

Feng Xi's eyes were fixed on the stars behind Qi Mu. Without waiting for Qi Mu to ask, the corners of his lips moved, "It's nothing."

He no longer obsessed with abstract concepts, but instead made practical restrictions, "Without my consent. "Don't kiss me."

Matching with special people will inevitably involve kissing and physical contact, and he can't refuse it completely. "I don't have feelings for you."

Qi Mu was silent. He was already very close to Feng Xi's projection and could touch it with his fingertips. "I know. I'm trying hard to impress you, but I haven't had any results yet. Feng

Xi laughed because of the discouragement in his words, "Okay, you work hard to make a plan, I want to rest."

As he said that, he closed his eyes and did not take the initiative to turn off the communication.

Qi Mu sat against the wall with one leg resting on the ground and his elbow resting on his knee. He used the terminal to search for the names mentioned by Feng Xi and read them carefully one by one.

He didn't know much about the Central Star, and he didn't have the opportunity to contact the chaotic family. At this time, he could only learn a little bit and try to provide some help to Feng Xi.

He didn't forget the android he had entangled with tonight despite Feng Xi's wishes.

Feng Xi overestimated his ability to tolerate other people's gazes, and the rustling movements around Qi Mu made his presence even more intense. After several adjustments, he rested his head on his arm and quietly opened his eyelids. Seeing Qi Mu thinking seriously, he spoke lazily.

"Admiral, please turn off the lights and thank you."

Seeing Qi Mu at a loss, Feng Xi raised the corners of his lips. His broken hair was spread out on the pillow, like a sleepy big cat. "It's too bright over there, so you can't sleep."

His subtext He asked Qi Mu to hang up the communication, but saw Qi Mu really extinguishing the lights around him, and the whole person fell into darkness.

Both of them were hidden in the dim light, and looked at each other. Feng Xi laughed deeply, "Why are you so stupid? You are not really making a pursuit plan, are you?"

What's the point of making it in front of him?

Qi Mu: "Looking for information about He Ju."

"You want to kill someone and silence him?" After saying this, Feng Xi's sleep gradually faded away, "Isn't it because he provoked me today that you checked him out?"

"Yes. "Qi Mu gestured at the terminal, not prepared to reveal more.

Feng Xi knelt down because of his short answer. What does it mean? Do you want to kill people and silence them, or answer his last sentence?

"As you wish." He turned sideways and gradually slipped into the dream abyss.

-In

the first half of May, Zhongfeng's business was on the right track. Feng Xi relieved his burden and found the time to investigate other matters.

After sealing it out, Feng Xi looked at the communication. The black box he sent to the teacher for analysis finally had the results. As the departure time approached, he just took advantage of taking back the black box to leave.

The hover car stopped at an alley.

He was near the palace. Unlike the bustling palace, there were no high-rise buildings in this alley. Instead, the staggered short houses created an eye-catching neon light and shadow, which was quite interstellar fashion.

High-rise buildings are not allowed to be built near the palace, but with the loosening of management, the place gradually became mixed with people of all kinds, and it became one of the characteristic scenes near the palace.

This place, which can be called a black market, is even the largest mecha trading center in Central Star, and many masters are hidden there.

His teacher lived here. Feng Xi stepped off the hovercar, passed through the crowd, and finally stopped in front of an ordinary hut.

As his fingers fell, the sound of button tapping sounded, and the smart butler sent a please wait tone.

After receiving the answer, the old robot rolled to the door on its somewhat stuck wheels and poked its head out of the half-bolt.

"Come in, dear guest."

The old-fashioned voice followed closely, "What kind of guest is he? X, no need to use honorifics."

The little robot's lagging loading module stalled for a moment, and finally turned into a smiling face with stars, " It's Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng is a good man who added a processing module to me, ho~"

the old man's tapping sound came, "What module did the boy add to you, what are you shouting about?"

He had already walked to the cubicle, with eyes hanging in his eyes. The smiling young man met his eyes. Fran's words were immediately stuck and he couldn't get out any words. After a while, he sighed, "Finally you are willing to come to see me, an old man? How many days have you not talked to me?"

Fran Chesco was the greatest mecha designer 50 years ago, and he produced the X series of imperial mechas. After becoming famous, he voluntarily gave up his identity as a royal designer and instead hid in the narrow and dark alley outside the palace.

Away from the constraints, he has gained deeper knowledge in spacecraft design. One after another, astonishing design frameworks emerged, leading aircraft that had been stagnant for hundreds of years into a new era.

And this somewhat old-fashioned old man is Feng Xi's teacher.

"It's the teacher who doesn't want to see me." Feng Xi knocked the little robot on the head and successfully heard a roar that simulated a Western dragon.

The old man became angry again, "What do you mean I don't want to see you? You have thrown me such a difficult black box, how can I have time to see you? Besides, what can't be said on StarNet? I only have one day Online for 15 hours."

"I know you are addicted to the Internet." Feng Xi picked up the black box on the desktop. A copy of the data stored in it was already sent to him, and there was still a memory card on it.

This black box was taken from the Y83 Research Institute's special mecha for testing mental power. It recorded almost all information on the mental power of special people who had been tested by the institute.

He initially hoped to use this thing to find the whereabouts of his friends, but it was difficult to crack it, so it has not been put to use until now.

Fran was still about to speak, but the dilapidated door behind him suddenly opened, and another of his apprentices opened the door and walked in, holding the manuscript designed by Zhang Lianye in his hand.

When the old man saw the design drawing, he immediately gave his apprentice a slap in the face, "Elmhead, what is this? Where is the protection equipment for the fuel device? You want to set off fireworks in the starry sky, right?"

When old, Fran is most worried about It means passing on one's skills to the right person. Feng Xi has talent, but he only wants to work hard in the field of spaceships. In order to have a successor for his mecha skills, he picked another apprentice. Unfortunately, the new apprentice is good at everything, but he lacks the brains. Genji.

"Teacher, have mercy!" Qi Yu yawned and saw another person present, "Senior brother! Why are you here today? Teacher, he asked me to think based on the drawings you designed. It's too difficult. Senior brother, how did you think of it? "Yeah?"

Feng Xi: "Just think about it."

His focus is not on his junior brother's homework, "I saw your video on the Star Network, and you broke the news about General Qi's friend."

Qi Yu's enthusiasm suddenly increased: "Yes. Yes, the popularity is very high. I even praised you senior brother and gave me tens of thousands of star coins. I feel that I have the blessing of the father of Star Network. Anything I post can become a hot spot, which gives me a sense of accomplishment. Fran Ben

felt that the atmosphere was not right, but that didn't stop him from despising his apprentice, "It's just tens of thousands of star coins, and a mecha design drawing can make millions, it's better to do your homework well.

" Can we compare?" Qi Yu's eyes briefly glanced at the teacher's shining head, with a look of dismay on his face.

The corner of Fran's mouth twitched fiercely. During this time, he was busy beating the mecha and forgot to beat his apprentice.

Dodging Fran's hammer, Qi Yu sneaked up to his senior brother and opened the terminal as if he was offering a treasure. "Senior brother, look, this is how I will be able to make a living when designing mechas."

Feng Xi took off the terminal and put it on the desktop, flipping the pages for Qi Yu The more he looked at the terminal page, the calmer his face became.

There were several books on the page, and the covers were just simple words, but he felt that such simple and unpretentious words really touched his soul.

Book titles such as Mecha Play, Mental Power Play, and Combining Hot XX.

What is truly shocking is the category to which these files belong - Imperial Admiral × Almighty Spaceship Designer Xi.

The marriage of highly matched special people always carries an aura of destiny. According to common sense, the only person who can quickly finalize the relationship for Qi Mu is a highly matched guide.

Both of them are accomplished in their respective fields. As the videos spread, they quickly became popular CPs, and fanfics emerged in endlessly.

Qi Yu was still talking, "Brother, just look at the data. I don't have the talent, so I have to practice more, but it's not impossible if you want to see it. Many people have seen it on the Internet."

"Many people have seen it?" Feng Xi gritted his teeth. .

"Yes...ah." Qi Yu realized something was wrong, but couldn't figure it out. Just as the terminal his senior brother put on the desktop lit up, it was a message from someone named Qi Mu.

Qi Mu: Here we are. The adjutant passed me some books about us. They are said to be very interesting. Would you like to read them?

For a moment, the two of them broke out in cold sweat, leaving Fran alone for a moment.

How come senior brother still knows Qi Mu?

Qi Yu's mind was filled with lightning, and he understood everything in an instant.

He rushed over and grabbed the terminal, "Don't look, don't look, don't look, senior brother, you didn't tell me earlier that you were the boss!"

Between stabilizing Qi Mu and taking care of his junior brother, Feng Xi chose to click on the first book.

He wanted to see what he could come up with.