Married Life with Major General [Interstellar]

In this era of super-developed technology, in fact, mecha technology has reached an unprecedented level. Let alone those heavy mechas that Ji Feng can’t reach at all, just an ordinary mecha uniform is too much. Most of it is beyond his understanding.

Even a simple robotic arm contains complex biotechnology, mechanical technology, and computer technology, not to mention every part after refinement. Ji Feng cannot understand everything in a short time. So after thinking about it, the only thing Ji Feng can do is to use his refining technique on the basis of the original mecha to improve the performance of the mecha.

Comprehensive performance of all aspects of mecha, such as material quality, mecha flexibility, initiative, operating system, control system and other complexity, mecha is generally rated as F, E, D, C, B, A from low to high. There are ten levels of, S, SS, SSS, and SSSS. The more powerful the mecha is in the future, of course, the equivalent operation requirements are higher and more complicated, so mecha fighters are also divided into corresponding levels.

Not to mention, there is now an SSS-class mecha war-god at home, Major General Mor Horston, he is a veritable super-god mecha war-god.

As for the legendary ultimate mecha God of War, that is, the SSSS level, the entire planet and even the entire star field are one of the few. It is said that the Imperial Marshal is the SSSS level, but no one knows whether it is true or false.

Of course, there are only a handful of mechas that can reach the SSSS level. There are only three SSSS mechas on the planet Lopa, which are said to have been locked in the star master’s palace.

After this period of practice and research, Ji Feng picked up a small robotic arm from a nearby garbage dump. This is the simplest F-class mecha, and it is still an F-class that has been scrapped.

After his refining technique, the mechanical arm has been completely renewed. The most important thing is that, under the spiritual power of his foundation to perfect the realm, the power that this mechanical arm can erupt has definitely been improved qualitatively, including defense. Strength has also been strengthened.

Simply put, this F-class mechanical arm, after being tempered by the season sealing technique, can at least display the power of the E-class or even the D-class.

Judging from this experimental product, Ji Feng's idea is still very promising, so he is now eager to try it. However, there are two biggest problems now. One is the cultivation level. The essence of the refining technique lies in his cultivation level. Therefore, only when the level is improved can he refine more powerful mechas.

Then it's money. Didn't you use any penny in your hand to practice? So his first priority is to make money.

Thinking of the poor and white original owner, that 50 million won't be available for the time being, and even one year later, it is uncertain whether it will be available. Ji Feng finally put his idea on this experimental robotic arm.

If you buy an E-class or even a D-class mecha with the money you spend on the F-class mecha, there should be a lot of people flocking to it, right?

So Ji Feng has been learning about some interstellar trading platforms for the past two days, but the real-name system has made him retreat. Once his identity is transparent, he is afraid that his cultivation will be exposed sooner or later, and it will be very troublesome at that time.

Fortunately, Ji Feng finally found an anonymous forum beyond the jurisdiction of the planetary system—Dark God's Domain.

There are tens of billions of anonymous users gathered here. Of course, there are also many real people. They come from different planets and even different species. Among them, there are many bigwigs from all walks of life. Among them, there are countless mecha gods.

In their words, the realm of the Dark Gods is a place where big guys gather, and it is not controlled by any planet. Isn't this exactly what Ji Feng needs?

So Ji Feng registered an account on the Domain of Dark Gods. Ji Feng originally wanted to use the nickname "Refining Master". After all, there is no such thing in this world, but I think it’s too stupid. Recruit?

So a flash of inspiration, isn't this forum called the Realm of the Dark God, Ji Feng just used it at will, then it's called "Dark God".

He didn't know how arrogant and ignorant this name was, or how many great gods would dare not use such an ostentatious name.

After registering, he did a simple scan of the robotic arm, and then uploaded the three-dimensional image. With the memory of the original owner, these things are very simple to operate.

Even the introduction is simple and rude, "Do you want to experience the power of E-level with F-level armor? Intentional private chat."

In fact, Ji Feng's advertising slogans are not unusual at all, they are more exaggerated than his. Moreover, his newly registered account is like an inconspicuous little stone in the sea of ​​stars. There is no attention, no publicity, and no exposure. No one cares for sure.

So Ji Feng didn't hold much hope, his current focus is still on cultivation.

Just then Moore came out of the bathroom in a wheelchair. The eyes were facing each other, and the calm eyes quickly moved away from Ji Feng, without any intention of staying at all.

Ji Feng found that his frosty face was a little more rosy. Because he had just finished taking a shower, his silver hair was slumped at will, his aura was reduced a lot, and the cold edges and corners seemed to disappear, but Those eyes were still cold.

Ji Feng didn't mean to speak at first, until his eyes fell on a few bright drops of blood on the floor.

Ji Feng's pupils shrank, then he got up and walked over, "What's the matter? You are bleeding."

Because Ji Feng’s tall body was in front of him, Moore was forced to stop. At this time, Ji Feng noticed that Moore’s eyebrows were a bit strong, but the exit was still in a cold, hard tone, "It’s okay. ."

Alienated and repulsive, but Ji Feng didn't mean to let go, so he could only look up at Ji Feng with a cold face, and his eyes were obviously unhappy.

It is a pity that Ji Feng is not his guard, nor is he anyone who knows his habits a little bit, nor is he a person who will change his intentions because of his face. He just stares at his legs and turns a blind eye to his indifferent and repulsive gaze.

Moore's right leg was cast in a plaster so it could not bend, but Ji Feng only saw now that his left leg was also tied with a bandage. At this time, a large area of ​​blood was smudged on it, and even a few drops of blood flowed out from his ankle.

The level of medical care in this era has been quite advanced, but people are still mere wombs, and they need to be raised as if they are injured, but they don’t get better right away.

"Let me see." Ji Feng frowned, saying that he had already squatted down.

"No." Moore blurted out, his anger was hard to conceal in his words. He didn't expect this man to be so wink, he could even be said to be too arbitrary, he didn't even see his refusal in his eyes.

But Ji Feng could not help but grabbed his ankle, Moore froze there immediately, he couldn't move at all, and couldn't break away.

It is an exaggeration to say that it is a slender foot, not to mention that this foot is still a little swollen, but compared to Ji Feng's own big foot, this foot is obviously whiter and smaller. There were not only blood stains, but also water stains on the bandage, which was obviously splashed when he had just taken a bath.

"It should be that the wound is open," Ji Feng said. "It must be done again." After speaking, he got up and went to find the medicine kit.

"I said no!" Moore was obviously annoyed, his voice raised a little bit without consciously.

However, Ji Feng seemed to turn a deaf ear, as if he hadn't heard, so soon his ankle was caught in his hand by Ji Feng again, and he was already sweating from the pain, and now he is sweating coldly, and there is still a little bit indescribable. Embarrassing.

"I'll deal with it myself." Morr was holding the handrail with both hands, his face was pale, but his voice was stubborn and angry.

He never liked contact with people, and even less liked others ignoring his meaning. The men in front of him are all occupied.

The big hand held on his ankle is wide and strong, with a cold temperature, the movement of removing the bandage is very light, obviously a big hand that looks awkward, but the movement is dexterous and gentle.

Moore pursed his lips unconsciously and twisted his head to the side. This offensive touch is definitely the first time in history, at least so far no one has dared to get so close to him, let alone after he explicitly refused.

However, one of the veins came up straight, while the other was calm. Ji Feng just glanced at him without dissatisfaction, and then faintly spit out two words, "Stubborn."

Moore blushed immediately. He is clearly an existence looked up to by hundreds of millions of people, and he has always been a calm person, but in front of this man, his calmness seems to have failed.

"Your father gave you to me, I can't afford what happened." Ji Feng said in an elderly voice unconsciously.

Moore pursed his lips and glared at the man in front of him, finally he could only squint at the beginning again.

The bandage was untied, and just on Mohr’s slender, white calf, several obvious scratches appeared in front of Ji Feng’s eyes. Visually, they were not human scratches. The wound was a little red and swollen, and several spots seemed to be pulled, and the blood stains were slow. Leached out.

"The price of bravery." Ji Feng Youyouran said again, his tone was very similar to that of Marshal Wipp when Moore made a mistake when he was a child.

"I didn't ask you to help." Moore couldn't bear it.

He was a majestic major general, an SSS-level God of War, and he had experienced many battles before he was treated like a child by a 30-year-old man with three nos. what is this? He really had never seen such a person.

"I can't see it." Ji Feng glanced at him faintly, thinking that it would be a miracle for this child to become an interstellar male god.

Moore was choked again, and it took a while before he stiffened, "I will pay you a portion of the stars first."

Ji Feng laughed without raising his head, "That feeling is good." He is really short of money now.

Moore paused, and his deep gaze fell on Ji Feng, this time with a bit of inquiry, "You are different from what I heard."

According to the information, Ji Feng is inaction but arrogant, arrogant, and self-willing. In recent years, he has been wasting time with self-deprecation and abandonment, as if he was indifferent to everything.

But in the short half-day contact, the man in front of him is obviously not like this. It doesn't look like a long-term decadent person, but rather like the kind of monk with a pure heart and desirelessness in the legend, except for his appearance. Out of the ordinary, his eyes flashed with light that Moore could not see through.

Ji Feng just raised his head and glanced at him, "Isn't Major General Moll different from the one posted on the Internet?" Ji Feng said as he stretched out his finger, he poke at the place where the bandage had just been tied.

"you!"

Moore immediately became stiff, and his hands on the armrest of the wheelchair were unconsciously clenched tightly, and his face was so painful that he was twisted.

Without waiting for him to get angry, just listen to Ji Feng continue to say, "Obviously, he is so afraid of pain, but he still needs to be so stubborn." Why bother?

Moore, who was stabbed in the pain, was instantly embarrassed and angry, but he had just bandaged him, so no matter how big the fire was, he could only endure it.

"Thank you." Moore entered the room after leaving behind two words severely.

Ji Feng looked at the door of the closed room and smiled. What is the invincible God of War? Isn't it just a stubborn child?

Ji Feng immediately entered the empty room to practice, forgetting the time if he didn't want this practice, it was already the next morning that he walked out of the room door again.

Ji Feng laughed. The first day his wife got married, he made people hungry. This is the legendary Zhu Gusheng.

But what puzzled Ji Feng was that the door of the room had been closed tightly, and Moore seemed to have never come out. It stands to reason that a soldier's work and rest are very regular, even if he doesn't want to leave the room, he won't stay in it for so long, after all, he needs to eat.

Until 12 o'clock at noon, after knocking on the door several times and no one answered, Ji Feng opened the door, and he saw Moore lying on the bed at a glance.

"Major General? Moore?" Ji Feng called a few times and still didn't answer, just walked in.

Soon Ji Feng found that Moore Frost's face was abnormally flushed, and his whole person seemed a little groggy.

Ji Feng opened the quilt and saw that Moore's legs were swollen with naked eyes, especially the injured place on his feet.

Visually, the wound was infected. Ji Feng bent over and probed Tan Moer's forehead, half of his handsome face was sunken in the pillow, and the corners of his face were no longer so cold, but a little more fragile.

It was very hot, and Ji Feng was taken aback by the temperature.

Just as he withdrew his hand, Moore, who closed his eyes, suddenly grabbed Ji Feng’s fingers, one holding his index finger and the other holding his little finger, just like a child holding an adult’s finger. , And then rubbed his forehead unconsciously on his hand.

"Dad~Moore is so uncomfortable..."

Ji Feng raised his brows, his voice was so fragile that he seemed to have changed. It was as weak as a fragile little cat acting like a baby, and it was so pitiful that it was indescribably pitiful.

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