danger!My wives are too strong

danger!My wives are too strong!Author: Mohua Zhilian

Introduction:

"The air is shaking and cold! When will the majority of male compatriots stand up?! This summer, I am shaking with anger—hey! Brother, please turn off the air conditioner, thank you."

"Hmph! Isn't it just having the Flower of Extinct World? I also have a system!"

"I, Mu Feng, will never give in—system, add points!"

[Friendly reminder: This system only provides crossing service, and does not provide additional service. Dear~ Please apply for after-sales service if necessary. 】

"Then apply for after-sales service! Replace it with a system that can add points!"

[This system does not provide after-sales service. 】

"Huh? Then you say a hammer!"

【I just want to see you look like you're in a rage, but you can't kill me. 】

"...Mother Gan Lin."

Seeing the white-haired girl approaching him, Mu Feng fell into a rare silence.

"Go! Follow me into the house!"

The girl grabbed Mu Feng's collar and forcefully pulled him into the room.

Chapter 1 Danger!Great danger!

Like a dream but not a dream, Mu Feng sinks between reality and illusion.

When his dazed pupils came back to life, the dull computer fluorescence stimulated his eyeballs like needles, and the whispers of demons echoed in his ears.

The brain seemed to be torn apart.

"what's going on?"

The heart was immersed in the cold water again, Mu Feng rubbed his temples vigorously, his back was covered with cold sweat.Memories are like shattered mirrors, and even my own face is broken, and I can't put it back together.

"I'm Mu Feng, a college student who just graduated."

"I'm Mu Feng, I just turned [-] this year, and I'm about to usher in the fate-changing Void Infusion."

......

Completely different words echoed in his brain, and the inconsistent thoughts made Mu Feng feel as if two people were arguing in his mind.

The sound bored him, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Enough! Shut up!"

Mu Feng grabbed his hair irritably, the hair that wasn't too long was messed up by him, and his beautiful eyes became hideous due to bloodshot eyes.

The arguing voice in the brain is still there.

Bang!

The e-sports chair swayed with a vague shadow, and fell down in the darkness along with Mu Feng.

The darkness is like a nightmare that devours dreams, gradually eating away at Mu Feng's nightmare.

His emotions gradually calmed down, and the broken memories were pinched by invisible big hands, and slowly put together again.

In his previous life, he was a college student who had just graduated, and he went to the city known as the "Dream City" full of hope.

In this life, he is a high school graduate who has just finished, and he is also full of hope for the upcoming Void Infusion.

After sorting out the not-so-cluttered memories in his mind, Mu Feng's eyes shone with a strange color.

cross?

Reborn?

He didn't know how he died in the previous life, and he didn't even have that memory.

As for this life, this world seems to be a parallel world to his previous world.

Most of the things are similar to what he knows, but there are many things that have never appeared in his previous life, such as...

Void Energy!

No one knows where the Void Energy comes from, only that the appearance of the Void Energy has brought new hope to mankind.

Not only that, the emergence of void energy has also revived the stagnant technology of human beings, ushering in a long-lost technological explosion.

According to the regulations of the federation, all federation citizens who have reached the age of [-] must participate in the void injection.

The Void Infusion is like a censorship mechanism, which strictly divides people into ranks and ranks.

Thinking of this, the strange look in Mu Feng's eyes all subsided.

All of this is like a real dream, one can't help being addicted to it, but afraid of waking up suddenly.

Although experiencing an unimaginable time-travel, Mu Feng accepted all of this calmly.

The reason for crossing?

Mu Feng doesn't care about those things.

Instead of thinking about those things, it's better to lie down quietly and be a salted fish waiting to die.

In fact, it's not that Mu Feng doesn't want to think about future plans, but that once the brain thinks about it, the annoying quarrels from before will sound again.

The sound of quarreling will be accompanied by tearing pain, washing away his not-so-tenacious nerves like a tide, making him miserable.

And this is why he doesn't care about why he crosses over.

Huhu——

Snapped!

The cold wind outside the house howled, brutally blowing open the windows that hadn't been closed yet.

Mu Feng shivered subconsciously, wrapping her clothes tightly around her body.

The cold wind seemed to soothe the pain in the brain, the voices of quarreling receded like a tide, and the orderly memories flooded in like a tide.

Mu Feng frowned slightly, the flood of memories made his head swell and tense.

After a while, the flood of memories was completely digested and absorbed by Mu Feng.

"At this point, mom should be home soon, right?"

Mu Feng calmly accepted the identity of this life—in fact, there will be no barriers.

Whether it is childhood experience or living environment, the identity of this life is almost the same as that of the previous life.

The only difference may be the form of society.

Compared with the previous life, the society in this life is distorted to an almost pathological level.

People are divided into three, six, nine and so on.

The strong are respected, and the weak are slaves.

Thinking of this, Mu Feng let out a heavy sigh of relief, then shook his head, and put these distracting thoughts behind him.

Then, following his memory, he skillfully walked to the door and gently opened the door.

Click!

As Mu Feng opened the door, there was the sound of the door bolt twisting at the end of the darkness.

The light tore through the darkness, bringing shaky figures.

pat!

The dazzling light suddenly stimulated Mu Feng's retina, causing him to close his eyes subconsciously.

In a daze, he seemed to see a screen, but it was very vague, and he could only vaguely see that it was a screen.

When he opened his eyes, there was no gray screen in front of him, only the bright light filling his vision and the woman standing in the porch—his mother, Feng Feng.

Mu Feng's name was chosen very casually, the surname was Sui's father's surname, and the first name was "Feng" after his mother.

"Are you hungry? Shall I cook for you?"

Feng Feng casually threw the bag on the sofa, then looked at Mu Feng expectantly.

Mu Feng opened his mouth slightly, and a thousand words came out of his heart for no reason, but when he reached his mouth, he suddenly choked up and couldn't make any sound.

The quarrel sounded again.

But this time it was not strictly a quarrel, and the content became extremely clear and unified.

"I can't eat the food my mother cooks!"

"Dangerous! Dangerous!!"

Two words with highly unified attitude and content resounded in the brain, carrying fragments of past memories, reminding Mu Feng of the hellish picture scroll like a nightmare.

The memory of yesterday reappeared in front of my eyes, it was a bowl of stewed noodles infused with "mother's love", but it made Mu Feng feel like a nightmare.

The bowl of noodle stew was normal - or maybe only the bowl was normal - the noodles were black and the soup was a thick red.

On the surface of the soup, thumb-sized bubbles continuously popped up, and then exploded, releasing a strong chili smell.

It wasn't until yesterday's dinner came to mind that Mu Feng remembered one thing——

Feng Feng's cooking skills are so poor that even flies don't want to share a piece of the pie.

Regardless of whether it was the previous life or the present life, Feng Feng's cooking skills were extremely poor, and Mu Feng even once thought that he had picked it up.

If he is guilty, let the law punish him, and not let him eat a meal that is darker than dark cuisine.

An emotion called "expectation" bloomed on Feng Feng's face, and finally formed a joyful smile.

"Xiaofeng, you must be hungry? I'm going to cook for you right now."

After all, Feng Feng took off his high heels, threw the handbag on the fabric sofa in the living room, rolled up his sleeves, and made a gesture of going into the kitchen.

Seeing this, Mu Feng came back to his senses in horror, and immediately stopped Feng Feng in fear, "Mom, I'm not hungry! I'm really not hungry!"

Before the words fell, it was as if a tentative button had been pressed, and Feng Feng's movements, as well as the expectation and joy on his face, froze instantly.

Silence spread like a plague.

"Mom, go to bed early...I'll go back to my room first."

Mu Feng didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he pointed to his room, and then went back to the room without waiting for Feng Feng's answer.

Squeak!

The door was gently closed, and the soft sound was like a heavy hammer, smashing heavily into Feng Feng's heart.

In this situation, she couldn't help but ask herself: "Is my cooking really that bad?"

Chapter 2 Time travel is back to time travel, the game must be played

The night sky was low and starry.

Darkness occupies the room, and the cold wind is everywhere.

Mu Feng leaned against the door, the cold temperature of the door could be heard clearly from his back, the switch of the ceiling light was next to his hand, he could turn on the light just by moving his fingers, but he didn't have the slightest thought of turning on the light.

The darkness enveloped Mu Feng, and the quarreling voices in his mind sounded again.

It was still the feeling that the brain seemed to be torn apart, but this time, Mu Feng even felt that the brain was put under the chainsaw.

The feeling of tearing came and went like a tide.

Blue veins coiled around Mu Feng's arms like vines, his eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.

I don't know how long it took before the tearing feeling in Mu Feng's head receded like a tide.

As fast as it came, it went as fast as it came.

Mu Feng took a deep breath uncomfortably, and at the same time patted his cheeks to dispel the discomfort in his heart.

"How long will this symptom last?"

Mu Feng rubbed his temples distressedly, as if this could completely eradicate the pain like the brain being torn apart, then he casually turned on the switch of the ceiling light.