biting cherry

Outside the nebula, interstellar battleships patrol day and night.

Meng Fanyan lurked for a long time and finally got the chance to kill a captain by disguising himself as him.

Afterwards, during the shift changeover, he successfully sneaked into the capital of Lingli Star without being noticed.

Starship petty officers belong to the core fleet and live in the Imperial Military Headquarters.

Very close to the royal palace.

Meng Fanyan roughly figured out the way, and then tried every means to sneak into the palace of the prince, disguised as a low-level spiritualist, taking care of the palace chores, getting close to Rong Wuji, and keeping track of his whereabouts and movements at any time...

However, Rong Wuji was seriously injured and was on high alert, not allowing anyone other than his confidants to enter the living room.

Meng Fanyan waited patiently for the opportunity.

After waiting for two days, Rong Wu Ji's injuries seemed to have recovered, and he finally went out to the Consulate to work.

Meng Fanyan quickly concealed his edge and supernatural aura, and transformed himself into a low-key guard outside the office.

Rong Wu Ji was preoccupied with his thoughts and was unaware of anything.

As soon as he walked into the office, he immediately dialed the star code and connected with Lu Sui via the smart brain video.

At this moment, Lu Sui was sitting on the throne of Lu Mansion, holding a little black dog in his arms and combing the dog's hair leisurely and elegantly.

Rong Wuji asked anxiously, "Have you found the Ancestral Spirit Flower?"

"Not yet." Lu Sui concealed it intentionally.

Rong Wuji saw that he was taking his time and was feeling anxious. "I hope it can be as soon as possible."

His lips were bloodthirsty red. "Don't make me wait too long, or I will go to the laboratory, force the Ancestral Spirit Plant to sign a second contract, and then kill Jiang Huo."

At worst, he could slowly cultivate the ancestral spiritual plant for ten thousand years and then come back to save the Lingli Empire.

"Please be patient. The Ancestral Spirit Flower is a divine object. It is not something that can be found in a day or two. You should take good care of your injuries first. I will tell you as soon as I have any clues."

Lu Sui stroked his fur and comforted him from time to time.

Rong Wuji: "The situation is urgent. I hope you and I can work together to overcome the difficulties. Don't think of any unorthodox ideas!"

"Don't worry, I will still rely on you to help me rule Bo Ying in the future, so how could I have any other thoughts?"

The conversation between the two people, every word flowed in the air and overflowed into Meng Fanyan's ears.

His heart trembled, and he frowned slightly, catching a key word: laboratory? Lin Long and Jiang Huo were both in the laboratory?

……

The sun and moon change.

Day breaks, then dark again.

Every day when Shen Xingying woke up from bed, the first thing she did was to reach out and touch the pillow next to her to see if Meng Fanyan had returned.

It's already the third day, and he said he will be back in a week at most.

Four days to go.

I don’t know how he is doing now, is he safe?
Her long eyelashes drooped in loneliness, and fragments of memories flashed in her mind.

She just had another very strange dream.

In the dream, she is a flower fairy, living on the fluorescent star.

Every day she would secretly lie on the rose window and watch Meng Fanyan handling official business from afar.

But Meng Fanyan seemed to have never noticed her.

Later, she went to pray to the gods and said to the Supreme God: Can I marry him?
God asked back: Who to marry?
She answered firmly: Meng Fanyan.

God smiled meaningfully.

After that, I don’t know what he said to her, but before she could hear clearly, she woke up with a start.

"God, flower fairy, rose window..."

The afternoon sun shone through the study windowsill. Shen Xingying sat in front of the easel and painted this bizarre dream.

Xiao Chenlian, who had been standing behind her for an unknown period of time, suddenly asked, "What place are you painting? Why do I feel like I've seen it before?"

Shen Xingying stopped painting in shock.

At last, she looked back and smiled, bright and moving: "Feng Ying, the Feng Ying in my dreams."

(End of this chapter)