After speaking, light and shadow began to work hard.
One day, two days, three days... Ten days have passed.
The original minced meat finally gathered together again, and a faint golden halo was shrouded in its body. Under the cover of this golden halo, the whole body floated up.
"I'm so tired, grandma, I dare to be disrespectful to me next time. Be careful to repair you." After saying that, the light and shadow disappeared.
Three more days have passed.
The golden halo covered by Mu Feng's body slowly gathered on his body, and finally a ball of light the size of a thumb was left on his chest, which gradually moved upwards and stopped until it stopped, and finally penetrated into his head.
The moment the light ball penetrated, Mu Feng's entire body twitched violently. When the twitch stopped, his pupils suddenly opened.
Bang!
While opening his eyes, the originally floating wooden wind fell heavily to the ground, let out a scream, and after moving the sharp stone under his butt, he cursed, "I'm so painful, it hurts me, but it's okay, I almost inserted it in."
He got up, turned his head and butt, and then Mu Feng looked at this desolate place, curious in his heart, and then calmed down and looked around, "I'm so alive, am I dead?"
After a long time of stammering, he burst into a hearty laughter, "Hahaha, I'm not dead, I'm really not dead, it's great, my dear wives, your husband is not dead."
"Dog day's moon reading, and that bastard in purple clothes, I said you will die, and I want to fight with me, I'm gonna be."
"Huh? Wait." While cursing, Mu Feng carefully checked his body. If he had laughed wildly because he was not dead, he is really ecstatic because of his diligence.
"Three Changes and Demon Body Refining" has reached the peak of the third change, which means that the strength of ** has increased by another level. "Chaos Derivation Art" has also reached another level at the level of derivation.
The overall strength has increased sharply in the early stage of the second tribulation, and it has even vaguely broken through to the level of the false three tribulations.
"Hahaha!" Mu Feng couldn't help laughing wildly again.
The strength of today is not watery, and it is not powered by other methods, but real strength.
Although he did not fully stand on the Pseudo-Three Tribulations, Mu Feng had absolute confidence to defeat a Pseudo-Three Tribulation master after both of his master skills.
The so-called "no destruction" does not exist, but this time, the price of death has been exchanged for stronger strength. This may be the mystery of the Chaos Derivation Art.
From the first battle with Domon, the self-destruction of energy, to the second battle with Domon, then the battle with Hades, to the overdrawing of burning vitality, it didn't take long to calculate that the time was not long, but every time he passed by Death, and it was every time the God of Death approached that he had a qualitative leap.
But Mu Feng is not a fool. Looking back on the fact that after Amaterasu and his two girls left, he activated all his strength to pull the young man in the purple-clothed world into his own self-destruction. He would not have left anything, but now he has come alive intact. This is by no means accidental.
Only one person can do this, the Book of Heaven.
"Thank you." Mu Feng grinned.
In that mysterious white space, Taimao laughed and scolded, "This bastard boy finally said something thanks to me."
"Senior, he is fine?" The light and shadow that spoke was nothing but Mo Ao.
Another light and shadow was Via who had woken up, and also smiled and said, "He is really a life."
Tian Shu exhaled and looked at Mo Ao and said, "Although we are not people of the same era, the three transformations of demon body you practiced, I do admit that it is a magical body refining technique. If it weren't for practicing two techniques at the same time, even I would have to watch him die this time."
After pausing, Tianshu stood up, "Break and then stand up. This time he got the most benefits. He is one step closer to his goal. He is my hope, the hope of this world, and the hope of both of you."
"Senior, I..."
The Book of Heaven interrupted Mo Ao, "Okay, I know what you want to say, this is his life."
Running all the way, Mu Feng was stunned when he looked at the large-scale damage area, and he smiled bitterly in his heart. No surprise, this time the movement was caused by himself. I don’t know how many innocent people were killed this time, but fortunately it was in Japan.
When he arrived at the headquarters of the Eight Sect, it was already late at night. However, Mu Feng quickly found him based on Miyamoto's breath. He was about to enter but stopped. There were waves of babbling sounds and heavy breathing sounds floating inside.
Mu Feng was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, this old man is really interested. He is so old that he has to struggle until late at night.
I didn't want to disturb the old man's troublesome "work", but in order to return to China as soon as possible, Mu Feng had to enter the door with shameless face.
He didn't know how long it had passed since he came. He still remembered that when he came, Bing'er said that the due date was the seventeenth day of the next month. He didn't know how many days it was, and he didn't know if the baby was born.
Mu Feng was so excited when he thought that he would become a father again. One reason was that he didn't want the women at home to worry, and the other was that he wanted to go and see the baby early.
"Ahem, that's it, disturb me."
Miyamoto, who was still working hard, was frightened by the sudden sound. The thing that was not very hard suddenly became soft and suddenly became furious, "Baga, who is it?"
"Old man Miyamoto, life is quite moist." Mu Feng smiled and turned on the light. When he saw him, Miyamoto's face turned red and hurriedly pulled the sheets to block his crotch. The woman on the bed shyly shyly shyly and hid under the quilt.
"Mr. Mufeng, it's you!"
"Haha, isn't this me? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I wanted to trouble you to arrange a machine to take me back."
Miyamoto smiled, looked at it and said, "Mr. Mufeng, you see, it's late at night, so why not leave tomorrow."
How could Mu Feng not see that? Miyamoto, the old man, still wanted to send him away so that he could continue to complete the unfinished things, but he had a sense of suspicion in his heart. Can he still be hard?
"I am in a hurry."
Miyamoto was stunned, cursed in his heart, and hurriedly put on his clothes, "I'll go now."
The current power of the Eight Sects is indescribable. Within 20 minutes, a private plane was arranged for Mu Feng, and he had the right to enter the country. He directly bypassed the East China Sea and flew to Qingnan City.
When I got off the plane, it was less than five o'clock, and it took less than four hours to come back from Japan. The speed was really unspeakable.
After taking a taxi from the airport, I couldn't wait to go back, but halfway through, Mu Feng changed his attention and headed towards the company.
In the office.
It has been twenty-three days. During these twenty-three days, Wang Luoshan lived in a daze every day. His previous worries did not determine Mu Feng's life and death. The news brought by Amaterasu this time was indeed a big blow.
When you are at home, you will feel better when you see the baby who is slapping, but at other times, your heart seems to be pressed by a huge rock, and you feel like you can't breathe.
During this period, in order to make myself busier and not think about those things, Wang Luoshan moved directly to the company and tried his best to numb himself with his work.
At first, Han Ziyan was also planning to move here to accompany her, but later she thought that she should leave a separate space for Wang Luoshan.
Among Mu Feng's group of women, Wang Luoshan was not the first one who knew him, but his legitimate wife. Although she didn't give him much face, she was cold and fierce, everyone could see that she loved Mu Feng very deeply.
Feelings are originally a complex thing, absurd thing, something that is unpredictable. Maybe many people will laugh at it. People like Mu Feng are not worthy of having feelings or love at all. However, on the contrary, every woman with him has unique emotions for him.
The coffee on the table was gone, and Wang Luoshan sat on the boss's chair, staring at the computer in a daze. Before he knew it, his nose began to feel sore, he choked up in a low voice, and finally crawled on the table and cried bitterly.
Crying loudly is like crying without restraint. She is the only one here, so that she can fully express her emotions.
"Why, aren't you Mu Feng? Are you omnipotent? Why are you dead?"
"Why are you so cruel? Do you know how sad they are? Do you know we are all holding on now?"
"But you cruelly left us. I hate you. I will never forgive you for the rest of my life. I hate you for the rest of my life."
After yelling out, Wang Luoshan felt that her mood had improved slightly, but it was a little tight, and her heart was still empty.
There was no more smirk from that person.
There is no longer his lust.
There is no more domineeringness in his life.
There is no more grievance from him.
Everything is gone, everything is gone.
Whether it is a man or a woman, when you lose it, you will know how to cherish it and face up to the uneasy emotions in your heart.
Retracted to the ground, Wang Luoshan half-kneeled on the ground, trembling slightly.
"I love you, do you know?"
"I have never said this, but I really want to tell you in person now."
It would be great if time could go backwards. Perhaps Wang Luoshan would seize that opportunity. The problem is that time cannot go backwards.
Mu Feng had been standing by the door for some time, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and walked slowly, "I really want to hear you say this."
Hearing the sound of speaking, Wang Luoshan was shocked and suddenly looked up at Mu Feng standing in front of him, but without any movement, he just looked at the person in front of him.
He smiled bitterly, "You look so real, but I know it's fake."
Mu Feng was speechless.
It turns out that this woman regarded him as a shadow that appeared out of thin air.
Squatted down, Mu Feng hugged Wang Luoshan, "I'm back, stop crying."
"No, no, don't show up. I'm afraid that you will disappear again when I open my eyes." Wang Luoshan said dumbly.
Three black lines appeared on Mu Feng's forehead. He reached out and pinched Wang Luoshan's face a few times until she screamed in pain. He didn't let go.
"Does it hurt?"
"It hurts a lot!"
"It hurts, it's true, not dreaming!"
Wang Luoshan's heart exploded, she stared at Mu Feng blankly, then pulled up his arm and bit it in one bite.
"Ah~ You are a dog!"
It's real!
True is not fake.
The moment he let go of his mouth, Wang Luoshan's tears came out again, and he suddenly rushed into Mu Feng's arms, and wrestled hard, "Bastard, damn bastard, aren't you dead? Why do you want to lie, why do you make us sad, why...?"
Why did the last one not finish speaking? Wang Luoshan's mouth was blocked, and the two were on the ground and kissed quietly.