The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

The tomb where the tyrant's treasure was buried has disappeared forever in this space, but everything that belonged to that era 3000 years ago has not disappeared as people imagined.

The tyrant is back.

This idea lingers in my mind over and over again. When the thinking settles down from the intense environment and gets more time to think, the sense of unreality covered in it becomes weaker and weaker.

It's a tyrant!The tyrant who single-handedly created the dark age!

The crisis of life has disappeared, and people begin to think of some more practical problems.

Whether the dark age will come again.

It sounds like a ridiculous proposition, but it really worries everyone.

The technology 3000 years ago and the technology 3000 years later have already undergone earth-shaking development, and everything in the past is old and backward compared to the present.

Look at it this way, the resurrection of the 3000-year-old tyrant cannot restore his past glory.

But who can think so?

After seeing this earth-shattering space collapse, who would think so?

What's more, they entered here precisely for the treasure in the tyrant's tomb.

No matter how long time goes by, it is undeniable that the tyrant is powerful.

It is powerful enough to rule the world, and no one can resist it.

The alliance fleet stayed where it was, watching the people in front of them walk out slowly.

The blood dragon's body gradually shrunk and became a toy in the young man's hands. The half-length black hair was draped softly on his shoulders, revealing a pair of blood-colored eyes full of tyranny and killing.

Xiao Wutong walked very slowly, and the steps he took were not long, but after only a few steps, he was already far away from the collapsed space and approaching the fleet.

Want to come over here?

This idea popped up in everyone's mind.

Except for the Ninth Army, most of the soldiers in the Alliance did not know Xiao Wutong, and this handsome young man only had the image of a terrifying tyrant in their impression.

So when he looked directly into the boy's eyes, his body began to tremble.

Xiao Wutong carefully selected the airship, and he finally saw the one he was satisfied with, so he strode over.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but only the soldiers on the main ship of the Ninth Army raised their hearts.

Xiao Wutong chose the warship that Qi Chen was on.

What does he want to do?

Why is he near here?

The universe has returned to calm, but deeper fears arose in the hearts of human beings.

It is not only the Zerg who carry a legacy of fear of tyrants, humans even more so.

Countless works and records are enough to prove the horror of this tyrant.

So the fear grew deeper.

"Open the hatch." Qi Chen looked at the direction the boy was heading in, and quickly judged that the boy didn't want to go directly through the shell of the airship to enter the interior, so he ordered.

Do you really want to open it?

Even the most loyal warrior can't help but think so.

The deep fear lingered in his mind, and the quieter the environment, the easier it was for the fear to spread.

The trust and loyalty to their own marshal finally overcame the fear in their hearts, and the soldiers tried their best to say: "Yes."

"Wait." But before the cabin door opened, Qi Chen said so.

He turned around and walked outside the command room.

"I'll pick him up."

After putting down the entire command room, the Alliance Marshal left in a hurry.

He couldn't wait to see the boy.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, getting softer and weaker, and finally nothing could be heard.

The Alliance Marshal turned into an afterimage, which flashed across the monitoring screen inside the warship.

His speed is already very fast, but the young man is even faster.

With blood dragons as thick as chopsticks wrapped around his fingers, the bewitching boy stood in front of the cabin door.

He waited for a while, but there was no sign of the hatch opening.

The boy is not in a hurry.

"Hello~" He smiled softly, reached out and knocked on the cabin door, "Open the door."

The monitoring of the hull accurately reflected his actions on the big screen, and at this time, the Alliance Marshal had already arrived in front of the hatch.

He looked at the various space suits displayed on the side, but in the end he didn't pick up any of them, but directly opened the hatch manually.

The hatch slowly opened.

There was an exclamation in the command room, and the soldiers realized that they just wanted to close the hatch quickly.

That's too late.

The Alliance Marshal has been exposed to the universe.

But the weird thing is, he didn't show any abnormalities at all, as if he was just standing inside the warship.

Qi Chen looked at the young man outside the cabin door.

The delicate face, snow-white skin, red pupils, and cherry-colored lips outline this eerie, pure, beautiful young man like an elf.

At least in his heart, Xiao Wutong will always be the most beautiful boy.

He stretched out his hand, and the cold temperament on his body was extraordinarily gentle when he was in front of the young man.

"Come in, we're ready to sail back."

The hysteria faded from him.

The blood red in the boy's eyes flew away like mist blown away by the wind, revealing bright and moist brown pupils.

He widened his eyes in surprise, and happily called out: "Senior brother!"

The little boy threw himself forward and crashed into the man's arms.

Skin to skin touched each other, before feeling joy and peace of mind arose, Xiao Wutong felt a sudden blankness in his mind.

He grabbed Qi Chen's clothes tightly.

His brown pupils stared blankly into the distance.

The spiritual power suddenly rioted, and the strange power poured into his body from the part where the skin touched, but it didn't cause any resistance, instead, it smoothly merged with his spiritual power, and then rushed upwards.

With a desperate fight, he rushed towards the layer of barrier that was straddling the top of his head, if there was nothing there.

It should have been a futile shock.

But the barrier, which was stronger and thicker than a rock, was like paper soaked in water, and a hole was easily pierced.

The spiritual power impacted the entrance of the cave, expanding their record in an instant.

The solid barrier began to crumble and collapse, and more and more spiritual power broke through the barrier and rushed to the rear of the position.

The power of the alien species began to fade away, only his power poured uncontrollably behind the invisible barrier.

In the dantian, the lifelike Nascent Soul began to shrink.

From the size of a fist, to the size of a soybean, to the size of a grain of rice, and finally even less than half a grain of millet.

But what circulated in the Nascent Soul was a purer and stronger power unknown to Xiao Wutong.

The spiritual power was completely evacuated, rapidly circulating and compressing the meridians.

From torrents, to creeks, to thin streams.

Xiao Wutong's power finally settled into something completely different.

There was sanity in the eyes, a tired and comfortable feeling filled the limbs, Xiao Wutong exhaled uncontrollably, and his body softened in the man's arms in an instant.

Holding on to the clothes of the Union Marshal, he raised his head in disbelief.

As a cultivator at the ascension stage, Xiao Wutong certainly knew what this was.

That is Xianli.

The immortal power transformed from the spiritual power of a cultivator is a power that only monks who have ascended to the fairy world can obtain.

He did go through the ascension period and completed the necessary process of ascension, but he ascended to the wrong place!

In this age of dharma degeneration, or in other words, there is no practice at all, even he has no conditions to sublimate spiritual power to immortal power.

Although he never had the idea of ​​doing such useless work, it actually explained a problem.

Only the fairy world can provide the conditions for a qualitative change in the power of a cultivator.

The extremely high concentration of spiritual power, coupled with various wishes such as the laws of the world, is the most fundamental reason for a cultivator to transform into a fairy king and a demon king.

Did he complete this process again?

Xiao Wutong looked at the hand connected to Qi Chen.

He touched the man, but it seemed to be touching the soul of the other person. The feeling of interdependence between souls was so real that he could even instantly feel the feelings of the people around him.

Just like now, Qi Chen is nervous.

Is it because of the sequelae of soul compatibility?

He blinked, putting the question behind him for now.

His soul was embedded in Qi Chen's soul, and a part of Qi Chen's soul still remained inside his soul.

They heal and complement each other. Perhaps this is the most unique experience of repairing the soul that Xiao Wutong has ever heard in his life.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Qi Chen asked in a deep voice, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist.

Xiao Wutong shook his head cheerfully: "No~ I'm fine!"

He hooked Qi Chen, and before the other party could react, he lightly nibbled on the corner of his lips, and happily slipped out.

In a short moment, the transformation from a tyrant to a child was completed.

Qi Chen touched the corner of his lips, stared at the boy's back with deep eyes, and immediately followed him before the boy disappeared from sight.

"Captive star thief, return to the voyage immediately!"

Fang experienced a huge space collapse, and there was no need to rush back to the voyage, so the entire fleet opened the wormhole after repeatedly confirming that it was far away from the space collapse area, and jumped to the stable wormhole channel recorded on the star map one after another.

By the time the fleet was able to receive the information from the central star without hindrance, more than half a month had passed.

Almost as soon as the communication was restored, the alliance government, together with the high-level military personnel who stayed on the central star, descended on the fleet in a panic.

Of course, it is not the arrival of real people, but only the arrival of virtual images.

When Xiao Wutong came in after Qi Chen, he immediately saw the avatars on the conference table.

Did not know.

The young man lowered his head, and honestly took Qi Chen's hand and walked towards the conference table. When he passed by, the other marshals couldn't help but give way to the side.

When they reached the position of Alliance Marshal, there was really nothing that could scare them. This was just a subconscious reaction.

Xiao Wutong didn't realize it, and still had his sweet and lovely smile.

No matter when, he likes this kind of smile.

The only difference lies in whether it is a smile that makes people's backs shiver, or makes people's hearts feel sweet.

Xiao Wutong, who was with his senior brother, was in a good mood, but the people in the alliance government were not so happy.

The leading middle-aged man said coldly: "Marshal Qi Chen, this is a formal meeting, you should not bring irrelevant people into the venue."

Regarding the news of the tyrant, the Nine Marshals have not yet informed the military and the government.

One is because this matter is too mysterious, and the other is because of Qi Chen.

The Marshals stole a look at their youngest comrade.

The other party was patiently comforting the pouting young boy who was throwing a temper tantrum, and looked up at the senior government official who had just spoken.

"He was the most important person in this operation."

The extension was icy cold, even though the central star should be a virtual image, the senior government officials couldn't help shrinking their necks.

It's a bit weird, how did this Qi Chen become so scary?

Qi Chen didn't pay any attention, he just put his little boy in the seat and waited for the meeting to start.

This is the first meeting between the Nine Armies, the military department and the government after World War I in the Mausoleum. The basic situation of the war has been reported to the Central Star in the previous communication, but now the Central Star is aware of the huge discrepancies in these reports. Reasonable, but proposed a holographic meeting.

Although the senior government officials were not angry with Qi Chen's actions, he couldn't do anything about him at all, so he coughed and opened the documents in his hand.

"The report you made showed that the death of the worm queen caused the zerg riots to trigger a space collapse, and the tyrant's mausoleum was completely destroyed by the space collapse. You didn't go in at all."

As he spoke, the resentment on the official's face was replaced by suspicion, and he questioned Qi Chen sharply.

"I wonder if the Ninth Army forgot to report something important in the middle of this."

"The space collapse and the Zerg riot, how did you escape?"

The nine major armies have always been headed by the old marshal of the first army, Mengge Tuge. Although the position of the old marshal has been gradually replaced by Qi Chen this year, when the whole incident happened, Qi Chen was in a coma intermittently. Be the first to answer.

"The matter in the middle is a bit too complicated, and I can't explain it clearly for a while," the old marshal said succinctly. "In short, the tyrant has been resurrected."

The room fell into dead silence for a while.

The people on the central star looked around, as if to confirm whether the holographic equipment was malfunctioning.

Otherwise, why would you hear such a bizarre answer?

In order to get the tyrant Suzuki, the alliance has paid a huge price.

Therefore, when the tomb is completely destroyed, and the news that no one from the alliance army has even entered the tomb passes back to the central star, one can imagine how big the impact will be.

In particular, the information sent back by the Nine Marshals was inconsistent and chaotic.

"Marshal Mungotug, I hope you can answer this question head-on." The government official pushed his glasses, looking impatient, "Obviously we are not sitting here for a lie."

I really don't believe it.

The old marshal couldn't help but glanced at the young man next to him who was whispering in Qi Chen's ear.

Even if you believe in the resurrection of a person 3000 years ago, you probably won't believe that the notorious tyrant is such a cute little boy.

But think about the opponent's combat power...

The old marshal pulled Fei Yuan's thinking back: "This is not a joke, it was experienced by the Ninth Army."

He paused, and had already returned to his normal tone, speaking with dignity.

"On my honor, the tyrant has really risen, and right at—"

Before he could speak, he was interrupted: "This is ridiculous! Marshal Menggotug, even if you really lost the battle, we will not blame you, why make up such a lie."

The old marshal was stunned for a moment, but before he finished speaking, someone said again: "You are too rude, you should let the old marshal finish talking!"

The projections of the high-level military officials began to quarrel fiercely. Even with the coordination of the respected old marshal, it didn't work at all.

The topic quickly shifted away from the faux pas, and returned to the most important thing.

Tyrant alive?

People who died 3000 years ago are still alive?

It's not making a movie, how can such absurd words be said!

Xiao Wutong shrank himself into a kitten, and leaned against Qi Chen's arms, he yawned, and didn't take these quarrels to heart at all, just staring at his senior brother.

Qi Chen was not as indifferent as he was.

Even though the face was still the same, without revealing even the slightest abnormality, Xiao Wutong just felt that his senior brother was getting impatient.

Brother is impatient!

It must be the fault of these guys!

Xiao Wutong frowned.

He is not happy!

The angry boy shouted capriciously: "Why can't the tyrant be resurrected! I am the tyrant!"

In the chaos, there were only a few young-looking ones who turned around with mocking eyes, and no one paid any attention to the rest.

That probably meant that a person like this could also be called a tyrant?

Xiao Wutong was in a hurry.

His smile gradually deepened, his beautiful eyes bent into crescents, and deep malice began to pervade.

The nine marshals who had been paying attention to him immediately felt a chill rising from the tailbone.

The old marshal slammed the table down and interrupted all the quarrels forcefully.

"Because of space disorder, many images on the airship were lost. We collected the data of the entire fleet and tried our best to restore the scene."

He tapped the table, and a huge screen immediately stood up in the center of the conference table.

"The video is incomplete and blurry. It was originally intended to be shown to you before it is finished, but now I have to show it to you!"

The optical computer screen starts to play the video.

It is indeed a blurry picture, and it looks like it was shot from different angles and then edited together.

From the resistance of the star robbers, the escape of the main ship, the seizure of the mausoleum, the destruction of the mausoleum, the resurrection of the hero Chrom by the queen of insects, and the easy resolution of all crises by a young boy.

The queen died, the Zerg rioted, and the dragon of fire and blood appeared like a god, flying in the collapsed space.

The video is very blurry and the editing is rough. Due to the instability of the space, some pictures were not saved, and half of them were black and half of them were bright.

But the people in the alliance government stopped talking, and the people in the military department couldn't help but speak.

"This is real?"

"It's genuine." The old marshal slapped the table angrily, "Why, the records are all out, don't you believe it!?"

The man murmured and stopped talking.

It is impossible for the Ninth Army's records to be falsified. They know it well, but they just can't believe it.

"We need to discuss it again." Finally, someone came out to speak, "We will take a copy of this record, please keep this information confidential."

"Of course we know!" The old marshal glared.

The man swallowed what he wanted to say.

He hastily announced the end of the meeting and turned off his holographic image.

And the person who fell into inexplicable panic also left the conference table in this short moment

The holographic meeting stopped.

Xiao Wutong wrinkled his nose, snorted angrily, jumped out of his senior brother's arms, and ran out directly.

Qi Chen immediately followed.

The young man walked ahead angrily, and couldn't help but speak after holding back for a while.

"I'm obviously myself, why don't you believe me!"

"If I knew it earlier, I would be the first to kill these people."

Qi Chen followed behind him, feeling soft in his heart: "These are all necessary procedures, even if you kill them, more people will replace them."

"Don't be afraid, senior brother will accompany you."

Xiao Wutong's angry movements stopped for a moment.

He turned his head and looked back, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, do you remember?"

For Xiao Wutong, this sentence is too familiar.

How many dark nights, how many sad and sad times, as long as you hear the senior brother's promise, you will feel at ease.

He forgot about those messy things and rushed forward, grabbing the man and asking him all the time.

Both anticipation and apprehension.

"Did you remember?"

It's been too long for him to carry the past alone, but thinking of all the things that happened, he doesn't want to ask Qi Chen to restore his memory.

"Indus, I haven't fully recovered yet."

The Alliance Marshal finally couldn't stand the boy's persistent questioning, and stretched out his hands to hold the boy's head, with a little annoyance in his cold voice.

"I only remember you."

From a small group to the waist, and then from the height of the waist to a handsome young boy.

The once broken soul tore the complete memory into countless fragments. I don't know if I can get back all of it in this life, but only the memory related to the teenager.

So clear, so complete.

That's enough.

Qi Chen kissed the top of the boy's head.

He doesn't care about his past and doesn't care.

It is enough to have sycamore.

It's great to see so many different sycamores.

The Alliance Marshal hugged the boy in his arms and comforted him, "If you want me to remember, then I will."

No matter what, as long as Wutong said, he would do it.

I just remember him...

Xiao Wutong's lips twitched.

He seemed to want to cry, but in the end he made a big arc.

"It doesn't matter, it's already fine!"

"Brother is here, and brother still remembers Wutong, it is already very good!"

"real!"

The arc froze into a sweet smile, the little boy said so without any haze in his eyes.

Qi Chen sighed rarely.

His cold and slender fingers touched the boy's face, and wiped it slightly at the corner of his eyes.

"I'll remember."

Before he realized that he was crying, Qi Chen's firm voice broke into his ears first.

The young man stared blankly at the face that was close at hand.

The man's dark pupils looked directly at him, repeating again.

"I promise you, I'll remember."

The author has something to say: Xiao Wutong's letter:

good morning mom and dad

Wutong took the old man to find the heir

The plan is to circle around the Heavenly Sword Gate for a week!

Although I want to complete the task as soon as possible

But the people of Tianjianmen live far away

My head hurts just thinking about it QWQ

Anyway

let's start!

First, to get back to the top of the mountain

Because everyone lives on top of the mountain

Hey?

There are so many people down the mountain today

Looks like you're looking for something!