The small village is full of life, children can be seen chasing and playing around, and the sound of dogs barking can be heard everywhere. But who would have thought that the most bizarre world would happen in the most humble family among many villages.

With a bang, the water glass fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Lan Feng swallowed hard and took a deep breath. This scene was really unbelievable. Lan Feng stared at it tightly.

The broken water glass was afraid that something more bizarre would happen, but luckily nothing happened.

"Bang!" Lan Feng looked up in fright. It turned out that his mother heard the noise and came in to take a look.

"Son, are you okay? Why are you sweating profusely? Yang Lianhua saw her son sitting on the edge of the bed sweating profusely, and hurriedly ran over to ask,

"I'm fine. Mom, I accidentally hit the water glass just now. Can you help me clean it up?"

Lan Feng wiped the cold sweat on his head and said slowly, "Okay, as long as you have nothing to do, you can take a rest. I'll leave this to my mother."

After seeing her mother tidying up the scene, Lan Feng was lying calmly on the bed, thinking about the scene that had just happened. It seemed that his left hand was stabbed by the dagger and what happened next. Could it be that he was really favored by God?

Well, the phenomenon that just happened cannot be that aliens happened to pass by and scare themselves. This is obviously unscientific. Do aliens still have such leisurely leisure to tease themselves?

Lan Feng stretched out his left hand and waved it in front of his eyes, put it on his nose and smelled it, and then smelled his right hand. There didn't seem to be much difference.

"How about I try again?" Lan Feng glanced around and saw the four-corner table. That's it.

After finding the target of the experiment, Lan Feng sat up straight and waved his left hand lightly towards the table. The table didn't move at all. Could it be that he didn't exert enough force? Lan Feng tried a little harder, but the table still didn't move at all. Hey! Lan Feng used all his strength and waved hard.

, there was a squeak, and the table moved! Lan Feng's mouth was so full that he could stuff a basket of eggs.

Although the table only moved slightly, how could it escape Lan Feng's eyes. But why did the table not float like the previous water glass? Could it be that it was too heavy? Lan Feng immediately turned his attention to the side.

On the TV remote control, he waved his hand, and the remote control floated up and quickly reached Lan Feng's hand. It was indeed like this!

Lan Feng was ecstatic at this time. It turned out that he could move objects through the air! Although this was not as incredible as the protagonist in the novel.

But it’s still a skill after all.

"Hahahaha" Lan Feng was cheering on the bed like a child holding the remote control in his hand.

"Dad, what's wrong with Feng'er? Is he stimulated by something? Outside the door, Yang Lianhua and Lan Dashan were picking vegetables. When they heard Lan Feng's laughter, Yang Lianhua asked anxiously.

"What could have happened? He won't die! This stubborn donkey!" Lan Dashan frowned, threw away the food, and with a flash of concern, he took out a cigarette from his arms and started smoking.

"If anything happens to my son! I will fight for my life with you!" Yang Lianhua, who couldn't defeat Lan Dashan, yelled at Lan Dashan bitterly!

At this time, Lan Feng was happily moving remote controls, chargers, mobile phones, coins, and other gadgets back and forth in the room. During the back and forth experiments, Lan Feng also found that not only could he move light objects from a distance.

In one's own hands, one can also move objects from one's own hands to the place designated by oneself, and it is exactly the same, but the distance is not too far.

"Ah" Lan Feng growled, and the mobile phone charger instantly fell from the air. The feeling of being bitten by thousands of ants happened again. Lan Feng's facial features were wrinkled together in pain.

, covering his left hand hard, as if this would make him feel better, but the pain seemed to be everywhere, biting Lan Feng.

"Son, what's wrong with you!" Hearing Lan Feng's painful cry, Lan Dashan couldn't bear it at first. He rushed to Lan Feng's door and kicked open the small wooden door anxiously.

asked. "Yes, Feng'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Yang Lianhua was not as fast as Lan Dashan, but he arrived quickly.

Lan Feng's face was extremely pale at this time, and he didn't have any strength in his body. He didn't hear his parents' words at all, but he was thinking about why this situation happened. Did I go wrong? And the pain seemed to last longer than before.

The one that takes longer takes a little longer. Is there a limit to the number of times this can be used? Or am I using it too many times?

"Son, why don't you say anything?" Yang Lianhua saw her son, bright and pale, sitting there motionless. She was so frightened that she hurriedly ran over, grabbed her son's hand and shook it vigorously.

"Ah, Mom, I'm fine, why are you here?" Lan Feng came to his senses and saw his mother's anxious eyes, forcing a smile on his pale face.

"Son, why do you still say it's okay? Your hands are as cold as ice cubes."

Lan Feng suddenly took his hand out of his mother's hand. It was his left hand. Who knows what might happen. If he hurt his mother, it would be very bad.

"Mom and Dad, I'm fine, don't worry, I'm fine." Lan Feng felt warm in his heart when he saw that his father, Lan Dashan, also looked worried but did not dare to step forward.

"It's fine...who is worried? I'm here to see if you are dead."

"You old thing, even if you die, my son will not die!" Lan Feng just smiled and said nothing, but her mother, Yang Lianhua, quit! She cursed at Lan Dashan.

"Dad" Lan Feng called softly. Lan Dashan's body trembled when he heard this. It's been a long time since I heard this brat call me dad.

"Old man, my son is calling you, why are you so stunned!" Yang Lianhua pushed Lan Dashan hard. "Ah, what's the matter, brat?" "Give me a cigarette" "...."

"You little bastard! I..." "What am I, take it out, there is fire!" Yang Lianhua urged with a half-smile.

Lan Feng lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. He immediately felt more comfortable and his strength had recovered a lot. Then he said, "You guys go out, I want to rest for a while."

"Oh, okay, son, please rest. I will make you some old hen soup later."

Seeing his parents going out, Lan Feng leaned back on the bed. Before he could sit down, Lan Dashan rushed in cautiously and said seriously to Lan Feng: "Next time you want to smoke, buy it yourself! I will

I haven’t smoked enough yet!” Then he left cautiously.

Lan Feng wanted to laugh but couldn't. What a treasure dad, it's true.
Chapter completed!