Global Distortion: The Mutation Frenzy of Billions of Lives

"Yang Feng!!"

"How could it be you?"

Shen Mengyao's beautiful eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

The hot soup bowl in her hand also fell to the ground in shock, breaking into several pieces of tiles, and fresh meat splashed out.

"Shen Mengyao... let me think about it carefully."

Yang Feng tilted his head and tried to recall all the past about her.

The memory is too old.

The dark ten years of the end of the world, the twisted and cruel fighting, experienced unimaginable suffering and sin.

The love and hatred between men and women before the disaster, the grievances and hatreds, have long been forgotten. Compared with the end of the world, they can only be regarded as some fresh little stories.

"I remember you."

"We were college classmates."

Yang Feng's eyes gradually brightened, and he remembered those fresh little stories from his youth...

"I pursued you, bought you breakfast every day, and sent you milk tea."

"I sent you flowers on Valentine's Day, and picked some meaningful gifts, but you didn't seem to like them very much."

Yang Feng's memory became clearer and clearer, and he clapped his hands excitedly, happy to remember those past events.

"I should have listened to my roommate's advice and not given a heartfelt gift, but an expensive one if I had to."

"On your birthday, I saved two months of living expenses and bought a bottle of expensive perfume from Chanel, and you were very happy."

"That was the first time you were willing to post something about me in your circle of friends."

"Although there was no me in the photo, you were very happy with the gift I sent."

What a young and ignorant age.

Yang Feng recalled the past and remembered all the things in his student days.

He then remembered that he had such an outrageous dog-licking experience, and he was a top-level Boiling Sheep.

The more Yang Feng said.

Shen Mengyao's face became more and more embarrassed.

But there were still people who were even more uncomfortable, and that was Yang Feng's slaves.

They were all woken up, lying in their own bedding and eavesdropping, not daring to say a word.

University?

Dog-licking?

Valentine's Day gift?

This bloodthirsty and cruel tyrant actually had such an experience.

Incredible!!

Even if they had to eat 10 kilograms of shit, they would not believe that Yang Feng, a demonic tyrant who killed people without blinking an eye, could run several kilometers in the bitter cold wind to buy milk tea for the goddess.

Even Su Manman, who was in a state of 'transformation', and a giant cocoon made entirely of flesh sores, could not help but tremble violently.

"Things of the past, the past is the past..."

Shen Mengyao lowered her beautiful eyes, as if she didn't want to mention the past again.

Past?

Is it that simple?

With a teasing smile, Yang Feng slowly came to Shen Mengyao's side and hugged her shoulders.

Shen Mengyao subconsciously dodged, hating this kind of physical contact, just like Yang Feng had wanted to hold her hand countless times before, but was always dodged.

This time.

She couldn't hide.

Yang Feng held Shen Mengyao in his arms, his hands on her shoulders, the force slightly hurting her.

"I understand."

"You seem to have a boyfriend, what's his name, Cheng Zijie?"

"The one who hit me with a basketball that day."

Yang Feng's face was so close that he could almost feel his moist breath, and Shen Mengyao struggled for a few times but still couldn't get away.

She nodded with some resentment.

"Yes."

"You pierced his throat that day."

"Cheng Zijie's family is in Jinjiang Manor, so he came to this hospital for emergency treatment."

Shen Mengyao bit her lips lightly and explained what happened that day. The emergency call sent him to the best hospital, and he happened to survive here.

"That's great."

"My boyfriend can live in Jinjiang Manor, his family must be very rich, right?"

Yang Feng's eyes became more unscrupulous, and his palms also moved from her shoulders to her slender waist, and he gently grasped her and hugged her in his arms.

"Let me go first..." Shen Mengyao pushed twice, but Yang Feng's arms didn't move at all, and a feeling of fear filled her heart.

Revenge?

Is he going to take revenge on me? ?

Or does Yang Feng still have feelings for me and want to take me for himself.

"It's really strange."

"You never told me that you have a boyfriend."

"Your circle of friends is very clean, and there are no photos with your boyfriend. I thought you were single all the time."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Yang Feng smacked his lips and continued, "Isn't it a bit immoral to always keep me hanging?"

In the civilized order.

Some women are like this.

Riding a donkey to find a horse, that is a necessary skill.

The spare tire cannot be thrown away, it must be kept hanging at all times, and then wait for an opportunity to find a better target.

You can't be too intimate with the spare tire, which is easy to give the other party too many unrealistic fantasies.

You can't be too indifferent to the spare tire, otherwise it is easy to make the other party discouraged, and occasionally give a little sweetness to be motivated.

Shen Mengyao might be this kind of woman, hiding the news of her boyfriend, always keeping a spare tire hanging, accepting all kinds of benefits from the other party.

"I just... can't bear to..."

Shen Mengyao sighed, as if she was also forced to do so.

She concealed the news of her boyfriend in order not to make you sad.

She didn't dare to tell you the truth in order not to make you sad.

She kept you hanging and gave you a little sweetness in order not to make you sad.

So it seems that everything she did was for your own good? ?

"Hahahahaha."

Yang Feng laughed: "You are so sweet, so good at comforting people."

Yang Feng's other hand tightly grasped Shen Mengyao's delicate chin, and looked carefully into her eyes, which looked pitiful and aggrieved, as if she was the victim.

"Let's go."

"Take me to see your boyfriend."

Yang Feng let go of Shen Mengyao and asked her to lead the way.

"This is a bit inconvenient..."

Shen Mengyao seemed to have something to hide.

She looked down at the broken soup bowl on the ground, and then at the many soldiers in the room, her face showing some embarrassment.

Yang Feng walked out of the door and pointed to a headless corpse outside.

"You, do you want to become like this?"

Yang Feng laughed again, but this time it seemed particularly creepy, cold and cruel.

Shen Mengyao looked dazed, gradually reacted, and quickly shook her head.

Yang Feng is no longer the dog who licked him.

He pierced Cheng Zijie's throat, blew up the man's head, and rushed into the hospital with a group of vicious people.

"I'll take you there..."

Shen Mengyao lowered her head and walked towards another ward.

This ward was particularly strange, exuding a strong smell of blood, and at the same time, there was a constant smell of meat.

Yang Feng approached, and the faces of the people nearby became ugly.

"You can't go in."

Head nurse Wang Cuizhen blocked the door.

"Really?"

Yang Feng asked lightly, with sharp and cold eyes like a knife.

Wang Cuizhen mustered up the courage to raise her head and met Yang Feng's eyes, which immediately made Wang Cuizhen timid and finally gave up a position.

Gurgle gurgle gurgle.

Opening the door, a big pot was cooking, and the fresh stew exuded a mellow smell.

"What are you cooking?"

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, but Wang Cuizhen lowered her head and replied: "Turtle soup."

Turtle soup?

Where is the turtle?

Yang Feng walked into the room and looked around, but he didn't find Shen Mengyao's boyfriend.

"Huh?"

Yang Feng asked curiously, "Where is your boyfriend, Cheng Zijie?"

Shen Mengyao stretched out her hand tremblingly and pointed to the private bathroom in the room.

"He's in there."