Yuanshin: Reborn as the No.12 Chief Executive Officer

You know, Chen Feng is estimated to be the first existence in the history of the Tivat Continent to become a demigod with a mortal body.

Throughout history, no one has been able to do this.

After so many years, there was only one demigod, Chen Feng.

One can imagine how difficult it must be to become a demigod.

Especially under the supervision of Sky Island, such a record is even more impossible to exist.

However, just when they were about to retreat.

"Do you really want to come and go when you want?"

"Although you have more demon gods than us, it's just..."

The slice belonging to Doctor Dotorre's heyday blocked the retreat of all gods.

"This is where your gods are buried."

"Haha, I didn't expect that in my first battle, I could actually experience the feeling of tearing apart a god." Scaramucci, a straggler who played with Dr. Dotorre, lifted the hat on his head.

"This battle, I'm afraid... it will only happen in the previous Demon God War, right?"

The straggler Scaramucci's eyes flickered.

"No, it's not right, it's also possible... a war that surpasses the Demon God War will break out?"

"Haha, hahahaha." The straggler Scaramucci gradually became excited.

"That's fine, that's fine..."

"Why do you have to drag me to the battlefield?" The rich man Pantalone rubbed his temples with some headaches, "I'm just a civil servant."

Ms. Rosalin sneered: "Hmph, mere god, trying to shake our will in Zhidong?"

The four executive officers blocked all the escape routes of all the gods.

It can be said that they are arrogant, it can be said that they are arrogant.

But Buyer definitely doesn't think so.

They... must have the strength to stop themselves.

"Fight." There are only six remaining angels, protecting Buyer tightly.

"Just one more day... Tomorrow, tomorrow thirty envoys will come down!"

Under a snowstorm.

The figure belonging to Chen Feng walked slowly in the wind and snow.

He walked very slowly, very slowly.

Just like the same person, they are heading towards their own end.

That's relaxation, that's slack, that's the feeling that you finally don't have to work hard anymore.

that is because……

He was carrying too much, too much.

The spiritual pillar that supports his continuous efforts to stride forward.

It has already collapsed.

Chen Feng slowly raised his head.

Exhaling slightly, exhaled a large cloud of white mist.

He doesn't know how he got here.

I don't know... what is my next path, what should I do?

Who he is, what he wants to do, everything he has to work hard for, everything he wants to change.

What is it for again.

Who?

woman?

man?

Friends and family?

parents?

Yourself?

Time fiddled with the pointer, moving his time forward or backward at will.

As if making a mocking sound.

Laughing at Chen Feng's short 30-year life.

"30 years, 30 years of perseverance, the short life of an ordinary person."

"scam."

"It's all a scam..."

Chen Feng murmured.

Slowly staggered forward and walked out.

Came to a snow field.

His eyes were filled with an unprecedented sense of confusion.

He was lost in time, too long, too long.

He gradually could not distinguish himself, his goals, reality and falsehood.

"boom."

Chen Feng collapsed powerlessly on the snow.

"This is

......"

"Time."

Chen Feng murmured.

"Time can always wash away everything, can barely heal wounds...can make people forget all the past."

"What is time, what kind of concept is time, and how should time be distinguished?"

"How can I recover the time that has passed away from me?"

"The last second was the past, this second is the present, and the next second...is the future."

Chen Feng sighed heavily.

"The present can never touch the past, the past can never imagine the future, but the future always remembers the past..."

"I'm just an ordinary person... I used to think that I could face the erosion of time with confidence and remain unchanged."

"In the end, all these efforts are in vain."

"It's impossible...it's impossible...to go back to the past."

"No matter what I do... nothing will change."

"The ending is already doomed."

Still can't get up.

Rather.

It was he who didn't want to get up again.

just because of……

Under the scour of time.

He has seen too much.

too much.

So much... that Chen Feng once again felt despair for the third time.

until……

Next to it, the sound of shoes stepping on the snow sounded. .

"What's the matter with you, sir? It's okay, right?"

Chen Feng, who was lying on the ground, trembled.

Slowly, raise your head.

Look directly at the person who reached out to you.

That sunny smile that can heal people.

It's like someone handing you a cool ice cream on a hot summer day.

Looking at Mr. wearing a mask, the person in front of him was taken aback.

"This coat... are you a fool?"

Although he was a little wary, he reached out to Mr. and put it in front of him.

"Get up first, it's very cold to lie on the ground, even if you're an idiot, you seem to be frozen, do you want me to make a bonfire for you to warm you up?"

The gentleman stared blankly at the hand stretched out to him.

Lips slightly parted.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself." The person in front of him smiled cheerfully.

"My name is Chen Feng, the sharp-edged Feng."

"What about you?"

Chapter 114 My name is Mr., a fool who fools people, gods, and himself

this moment.

The whole body of Mr. was shaking violently.

He has never had such a big reaction.

Never had.

Looking at Chen Feng in front of him.

Looking at that familiar, nostalgic smile.

It was a face without the mask of the Fool.

It was a face without any viciousness or meanness.

He only felt that his eyes were blocked by a strange liquid.

The world thinks.

He is a madman.

A madman without any feelings.

A lunatic with no bottom line.

But Mr. himself knows.

He knows he's just trash, just a scumbag, just a...

An executioner who slaughtered countless lives.

His hands were stained with countless, inexplicable resentment and blood.

On his shoulders are burdened one after another sins that are enough to send him to the eighteenth level of hell.