Myth resurrection, I became the villain boss

Chapter 29 Remaining life after catastrophe
Feng Mian had a very long dream.

In the dream, there were no ruins of the city, no sun and moon, no strange beasts, he lay in nothingness, no concept of time, no idea how long it had passed.

Someone called him from afar, and when he opened his eyes, many people stood in front of him.

Mom and Dad held hands: "You have grown up."

Ginger Tang's eyes are red like a rabbit: "I want to go with you."

Chen Wu also stretched out his hand to pull him up: "You are really a kid, you are amazing."

There was even Ben Yue, a woman who seemed to be walking out of a picture scroll, slightly blessed her body, her red lips parted slightly: "Thank you."

He stretched out his hand, but those people were getting farther and farther away from him. He got up and chased forward, but he couldn't even reach their backs.

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"Well……"

The smell of disinfectant permeated the nostrils, and the dark ceiling met his eyes. Is he at home?
The brain temporarily lost the ability to think. He lay on the bed, opened his mouth, and couldn't say a word.

"You finally woke up!" Jiang Tang rushed over and sat on the edge of the bed, "What's wrong with you? Is the wound still hurting? Talk! What's going on? Did he hurt his brain?"

"No way?" Chen Wu also heard Jiang Tang's cry and came over. With a cigarette in his mouth, he stood in front of the bed, touched his chin, and said to himself, "The brain doesn't grow on the chest either. .”

He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Feng Mian's eyes, then asked, "Are you so stupid? Do you still know me? I'm your father."

Feng Mian wanted to slap his hand away, but she couldn't lift up her strength and couldn't move a single finger, so she could only stare at him angrily, expressing her dissatisfaction.

"Yo, can you still get angry?" Chen Wu also smiled, and lit a cigarette, "It's okay, I guess the body is too exhausted, I can't move now, it will be fine after a while."

"How long will it take?" Jiang Tang asked worriedly.

"A few hours, maybe a few days, depending on the recovery."

The girl let out a oh, and sat back on the bed again, looking at him desperately, Feng Mian's scalp was numb from her staring, and he winked at her hard, signaling that she didn't have to sit here and watch all the time.

Jiang Tang didn't understand what he meant at all, and called Chen Wuye again: "He keeps blinking, does his eye cramp? How can massage relieve it?"

"Or are you hungry and want to eat? Or want to drink water?" As she spoke, she picked up the water glass by the bedside and handed it to his mouth with a slight inclination.

Feng Mian wished he could continue to sleep.

"He doesn't drink!" Jiang Tang put down the cup at a loss and stood up, "Maybe I'm hungry, I'll go to the kitchen to see if the porridge is ready."

Chen Wu also had dull eyes and helplessness written all over his face. You can imagine how many times he has gone through such question and answer sessions in the past few days.

He sighed: "What kind of porridge, it's burnt, you've been sitting here for two days, what kind of rice can withstand cooking like this, I poured it out a long time ago."

"It's okay, grandma, don't worry about him, he will get up by himself later."

Feng Mian really wanted to nod his head to express his approval at this time, but now except for his eyeballs that can move, other parts of him seem to be frozen.

"You go to rest first, you haven't closed your eyes for three days." Chen Wu also advised her, "Lao Feng is awake, you can sleep and he will recover."

Jiang Tang hesitated: "But..."

"Don't worry about it, don't let him die when he recovers, then I'll take care of another one, please forgive me!"

She had no choice but to step out of the door: "Then I'll go to the sofa for a while, remember to wake me up when you recover."

Feng Mian blinked, indicating that he understood.

After she went out, Chen Wu also dragged a stool and sat on the side puffing. After he finished smoking a cigarette, he said, "You guys hide very deeply. Be lenient when you confess and be strict when you resist."

"Oh I forgot, you can't talk now." He lit another cigarette.

Feng Mian watched him knock the soot on the ground casually, wishing he could jump up and punch him, and use his face to wipe clean the floor he had just replaced.

"But, it's normal to have secrets, everyone has something to hide."

He talked and smiled, his eyes were dark in the smog, like swamps that couldn't get light.

Feng Mian suddenly felt that he was a little strange, this guy he had known for over twenty years, at some point he couldn't understand him anymore.

Whether it's the things that Chen Wu also hid in Boss Li's villa last time, or his private meeting and chat with the two women, he can vaguely feel that he has something to hide from himself.

And he couldn't see how shocked he was by his sudden display of abilities, and he couldn't see how lucky he was to survive the acid and his subordinates, and he still leaned on the side and smoked as usual.

But Feng Mian was relieved in an instant, and he also kept Bi Fang's affairs from him. Although they have been good friends since childhood, they are like brothers, but who can have no privacy?
After a while, Feng Mian finally felt the severe pain in his body, and gradually began to regain consciousness, he opened his mouth: "I..."

His voice was hoarse and horrible.

"Okay? I'll call Xiao Jiang, she's been guarding you for three days."

"Don't!" He propped up the bed and sat up, "Let her sleep for a while."

Chen Wu also raised his eyebrows: "You are really concubines, alas, I am the only one who is both father and mother."

"Young poor, cough...cough..." Feng Mian coughed a few times, and there was a tearing pain in his chest.

"Be careful, your wound is not well sewn, don't use too much force, it will split open."

Feng Mian pulled up his collar, looked down, and saw that the original blood hole in his chest had grown and turned into a crooked wound stitched.

It is estimated that sewing insoles by yourself may not be so ugly.

He took a sip of water: "What a shitty quack doctor, embroidering on my wound." This is it."

Chen Wu was also unhappy when he heard it: "I sewed it up, how dare we take you to the hospital for your wound? If you go to the hospital, someone will have to investigate what we are doing as soon as you enter the operating room."

"I asked someone to send some antibiotics and other medicines to you through my relationship. I'll use them first. Anyway, you were breathing smoothly and your heart was beating. It seemed that there was no major problem."

Feng Mian felt dizzy for a while, as expected no matter how this product changed, it was still so unreliable.

He asked: "What happened after that day? My memory is a little fuzzy and I can't remember clearly. Did I kill the acid?"

"Yes." Chen Wu also briefly talked about the events of that day, "You chopped off its head with a sword at that time, and then you gave it a head again before it died."

"As a result, your sword seemed to be alive, and the acid and blood were sucked in at once."

After listening to his description, Feng Mian asked him to bring Bi Fang, and he gently pulled out the sword. Bi Fang's sword was as red as blood, and he vaguely felt that its power had become stronger.

So Bi Fang swallowed acid and acid?Absorbed the power of acid and magic?
Chen Wu also looked at his sword, and didn't ask him where it came from. Instead, he laughed at him: "Chongguan became a beauty with anger, you really belong to me."

Feng Mian put away the sword: "What are you talking about, I didn't save you, I almost got myself into it."

"Pull it down, when Xiao Jiang fell, you were in such a hurry." He smiled and pointed in the direction of the living room, where Jiang Tang was taking a nap on the sofa, "I really don't believe it if you say it's nothing, and she I was worried about you for a few days, and I basically didn't sleep at all."

"If you really like it, go after her. She is also interested in you. I can't stand the two of you bothering."

"I..." Feng Mian was stunned for a moment. In fact, he didn't know what kind of feelings he had for her, but when he saw Jiang Tang fall, he subconsciously wanted to pull her.

If you say you like it, maybe... you should like it.

Otherwise, how could it be possible that her safety was the first thing that came to mind, and she jumped down in a rush.

He was still thinking about his heart, so Chen Wu said again: "But I don't think this girl is very simple, you have to know something in your own mind."

Feng Mian raised his head, and immediately refuted him: "What do you mean? They have been implicated so badly by us."

"I can't tell, it's just my intuition, and I trust my intuition." He shrugged, "But you can treat me as farting."

(End of this chapter)