Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

Back home, Ji Feng was more casual, lying on the sofa like Ge You.

Yang Ling'er was very active, picked up the book and sat next to Ji Feng to start reading.

Ji Feng was also used to having a figure beside him all the time, tilting his head to look at the girl who was reading quietly with her hair falling down her ears.

"How does it feel to make friends?"

Yang Ling'er lifted her hair, thought for a moment and wrote on the notepad.

[No special feeling]

When chatting with Kong Xuan, she felt that she was more like a listener, following the other party's thoughts and occasionally responding a few words to show that she had been listening, but there was really no feeling other than that.

"It's okay, take your time."

Ji Feng knew that Yang Ling'er's growing environment had made her never experience friendship, and loneliness seemed insignificant in that environment.

"Humans are social animals, you can't always close yourself off."

Yang Ling'er looked at Ji Feng in confusion.

"Friends can not only share your emotions and make you feel good, but also lend a helping hand when you are in trouble."

Based on Yang Ling'er's current personality, she will definitely encounter a lot of troubles when she returns to Liang Group. This is her fate as the only genetically stable drug carrier in the world.

A holy sword that can kill the devil and rule the world will be fought for by everyone.

In this case, if you want to live out yourself and become yourself, the road ahead will definitely be full of thorns, and the game will officially change from difficult to hell.

So Ji Feng hopes that Yang Ling'er will have a friend to help her in the future.

In this way, after leaving the dungeon world, Yang Ling'er can live longer and get more points.

[I will try to make friends]

Yang Ling'er responded.

She still doesn't think friends will help her. After all, she has lived alone until now even if she has no friends.

But Ji Feng said.

"Forget it, make your own decision. This is not a mandatory requirement."

Ji Feng felt a burst of irritation in his heart for no reason, as if someone was holding a circular puzzle and forcing it into a triangle.

The room was once again filled with the sound of pages turning.

The same silence, but without the awkwardness of being in the same room with Kong Huayue, because they were not strangers.

Night, 9:30.

Ji Feng was tired of playing games, but Yang Ling'er was still reading. He admired how hard this girl worked. If she went to school normally, she would be like someone else's child.

Ji Feng tapped Yang Ling'er's head with his fingers and took the book out of her hand.

"It's time to wash up and go to bed. Also, don't read too close in the future, or you will get myopia."

Ji Feng discovered that anyone who is related to teaching, regardless of gender, will eventually become a nanny. That is, Yang Ling'er is obedient, otherwise he suspects that with her temper, she can become a vicious stepfather in the old female-oriented literature.

Yang Ling'er put away the book that Ji Feng had snatched and thrown on the table, and then walked into the bathroom with her pajamas.

Less than 20 minutes later, Yang Ling'er came out of the bathroom in loose pajamas, with the smell of moisture and shower gel.

When Ji Feng came out of the bathroom after five minutes of washing, Yang Ling'er showed her notepad.

[Good night]

This is what I just learned from a book today. It says that daily questions can make the relationship closer.

"Go to sleep."

Ji Feng rubbed Yang Ling'er's head and pushed her back to the bedroom.

He was afraid that he would not be able to rest tonight. Who knows what abnormal conditions will be caused by the injection of the new gene drug, especially since it was improved from the original gene drug with a very high mortality rate.

Although there is a system guarantee, the ominous premonition lingers in my heart, just like eating roasted silkworm pupae. I know it smells good, but every time I eat it, I wonder if it will come back to life and pupate in my mouth.

I ran to the balcony to finish one with Wan Feng, and then Ji Feng lay back on the bed and injected the new gene drug into his body.

I don't know what is added to the new gene drug. My eyelids gradually become heavy, and my consciousness seems to be separated from my body and floats towards the clouds.

When the clouds are broken, what I see is not the vast starry sky, but another shrunken self.

Young and tender, carrying a schoolbag, he walked on the familiar road.

When he opened the door, Ji Feng suddenly felt strange. Why did he feel strange when it was the home he had always lived in?

And it seemed that something was missing.

Soon Ji Feng was attracted by the cold food left by his parents on the table.

...

Want to go to the bathroom.

Yang Linger, who was awakened in the middle of the night, opened her eyes a little and walked to the bathroom in the dark in her slippers.

She shivered and felt cold, making Yang Linger want to lie back in the warm bed.

When she passed by Ji Feng's room, she heard a faint moan.

The dark environment immediately awakened her past memories and distinguished the pain mixed in the moan.

The sleepiness disappeared without a trace in an instant. When she realized that it was not a dream, she closed her eyes to calm her violently beating heart.

Gently approaching the door and confirming that the sound was indeed coming from the room, Yang Linger carefully pressed down the handrail and pushed the door open without making a sound.

The faint light from the window allowed people to barely see the scene inside the house.

Ji Feng was lying on the bed, curled up under the quilt, but fortunately he was wearing shorts so that the scene would not be inappropriate for children.

When she got closer, Yang Linger saw that Ji Feng was frowning, his face was tangled, and he was breathing heavily.

Having a nightmare?

Do adults also have nightmares?

Yang Linger's slender fingers just touched Ji Feng's arm and quickly retracted.

It's so hot!

Yang Linger reached out and pushed, but Ji Feng didn't respond.

Yang Linger reached out and pushed hard, but Ji Feng still didn't respond.

Then Yang Linger froze in place, at a loss. She was not sure what condition Ji Feng was in, but she was sure that Ji Feng was in great pain.

Should she send Ji Feng to the clinic like she did last time?

Yang Linger tried it, but she had reached her limit when she raised one arm.

So what should she do now?

Fortunately, the phone that suddenly lit up at Ji Feng's bedside gave Yang Ling'er a clue to her helplessness.

After a clumsy search, Yang Ling'er tried to pull out the quilt from under Ji Feng and cover him again according to the instructions on the phone, but Ji Feng pressed too hard. After trying in vain, she took her own quilt and covered Ji Feng with it.

Then she soaked a towel in a basin of cold water and wiped Ji Feng's body carefully.

She couldn't speak, but her actions were always the most sincere words.

...

Fire,

Everywhere Ji Feng looked was a raging fire.

Familiar and hideous faces flashed in those raging flames.

Ji Feng couldn't hear what they said, and he didn't want to hear it again.

He didn't remember where he was or what he hadn't done.

Now he just wanted to find an axe to smash those faces hard, and then turn into ashes in this sea of ​​fire.

Huh.

In the scorching heat, Ji Feng actually felt a cool breeze blowing.

The sea of ​​fire seemed to sense the provocation, and the fire became more fierce. Those hideous faces gathered in the flames and wanted to pull him into the abyss.

Suddenly, Ji Feng realized that he seemed to be holding something.

It was not an axe,

but...