Zongman: The post-2D era

"You are Feng Feng, the Lord of Utopia, right?" The girl said with a smile, "Thank you for helping me come to my enchanted world. I have been waiting for this opportunity."

"I am invincible in my barrier!"

Feng Feng was slightly stunned. He didn't expect to encounter such a change.

He walked forward, bowed respectfully and said, "I am Feng Feng. May I ask your name, young lady? Where is this place? How should I behave myself?"

The black-haired girl waved her hand and said, "You don't have to be so polite. This is the core area of ​​Yuki's world and the source of power. My power comes from the first generation of heroes, but it is not the ground. You can just call me Demon King No. 01. The name is just a nickname."

As she spoke, Demon King No. 01 stretched out her finger and pointed forward. Feng Feng looked in the direction of her finger and saw a city covered in fog appear before his eyes.

At this time, Yukinoshita Yukino in the school was saying to Inubozaki Feng: "The white-haired Feng Feng is more extreme than the black-haired one."

"Your divine marriage this time has only increased his hostility. Perhaps he will join forces with Demon King No. 01 to deal with you and destroy the world!"

Chapter 667: Chikage Giving Out Balloons

Saturday, April 29

"What Lord of Utopia? He's nothing but a pervert. A few brave girls can handle him."

"The devil's familiars haven't come in the past few days, and no one in the shrine has fainted. Thanks to my wisdom..."

The second-class chief priest of the shrine boasted to the female subordinate beside him and put his hand into the woman's collar.

Beside the two of them, Feng Feng, who was in ghost state, was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, stretched out his arms and hugged Qun Qianjing tightly in his arms.

Their heartbeats intertwined and gradually overlapped in each other's arms, as if they were sharing one heart.

The sunlight outside the window filtered through the curtains and sprinkled onto the wooden corridor, casting a layer of golden light on the second-class palace attendant and the woman.

Feng Feng's heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer again, and he instantly understood why Qun Qianjing brought him to the big temple to watch this scene.

Feng Feng took a deep breath, tried his best to calm his inner anger, and said to her gently: "You who call yourself the devil, I can be possessed by you, but I won't hurt anyone."

The second-rank chief priest of the shrine had already pressed the woman under his command against the wall and was touching her randomly with his hands.

Qun Qianjing passed through Feng Feng's transparent body and slapped the second-class priest of the big shrine.

The soul of the second-class chief priest of the shrine was knocked out of his body and was held in the hands of Gun Chikage like a balloon. All that was left was the woman's scream and the unconscious second-class chief priest of the shrine in the woman's arms.

Qun Qianjing's singing voice echoed in the ancient shrine. The melody was light and mysterious, as if it had some kind of magic, making people unconsciously sway to her rhythm.

The priests and shrine maidens in the shrine began to scream in panic, performing a meaningless exorcism.

Qun Qianjing waved to Feng Feng with a mischievous smile on his face, as if inviting him to join this wonderful adventure.

As she jumped around, the atmosphere in the community gradually became more "lively".

There were more and more balloons in Qun Qianjing's hands, each one flashing a different color, as if they were injected with vitality.

Whenever she tapped the balloons, they would flutter and jump in the air, as if adding a vivid touch of color to the tranquility of the shrine.

Feng Feng looked at her, and a slight chill surged in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to feel the kindness and innocence in Qun Qianjing's heart, as well as her malice and despair towards this world.

Feng Feng quickened his pace, following Qun Qianjing's figure and wandering around the big community together.

As the two walked out of the ancient shrine side by side, passed through the solemn torii gate, and stepped onto the bustling street.

More than a dozen clergymen with improper conduct fell in the large shrine.

Qun Qianjing danced lightly, her steps were brisk and powerful, as if every step was injecting vitality into the world.

Feng Feng followed behind her, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

They passed through the busy streets and came to the dark slums, where the houses were dilapidated and the streets were narrow and dirty.

However, Qun Qianjing didn't care at all. She took Feng Feng through the narrow alleys with a bright smile on her face.

She came to a shabby little house, opened the door and walked in. Feng Feng followed her and saw that the house was dark and cold. A thin little girl was curled up in the corner, her eyes full of helplessness and fear.

Qun Qianjing temporarily revealed himself, walked gently to the little girl, reached out his hand and gently stroked her hair.

"Your wish will come true, Demon Sister."

Qun Qianjing gently took out a colorful balloon from his hand and handed it to the little girl curled up in the corner.

The little girl's eyes lit up instantly, and she took the balloon carefully, as if she was afraid that it would suddenly disappear. The balloon fluttered gently in her hand, as if carrying a hint of warmth and hope.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard in the distance. The little girl's mother ran over and saw the balloon in her daughter's hand, with a relieved smile on her face.

She squatted down, hugged the little girl tightly, and said excitedly: "We won the lottery, child, we have money to buy a new house! We can eat every day..."

The little girl's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe her ears. She looked up at the gradually disappearing figure of Qun Qianjing, her eyes full of gratitude and respect.

Qun Qianjing smiled and nodded at her, put his hand to his lips and whispered, then turned and left the cabin.

The sun gradually rose into the midday sky.

Feng Feng carried Qun Qianjing on his back, and the two of them walked through the dark alleys of the slums, like a silent movie.

The sunlight shines through the narrow eaves, scattering on their bodies in patches, bringing a touch of warmth to this dark place.

Qun Qianjing hugged Feng Feng's neck tightly, her voice low and sincere: "Feng Feng, do you think what I did is right or wrong?"

Feng Feng tilted his head slightly and looked into Qun Qianjing's eyes, which were full of doubt and expectation. He smiled gently and reached out to ruffle her hair: "Qun Qianjing, every choice you make is out of the kindness in your heart. In my opinion, it is right."

After hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in Qun Qianjing's eyes. She gently raised the balloon in her hand and then let go.

"Let me see the methods of the Lord of Utopia next. I hope I won't be disappointed."

The balloons floated in the air, carrying their hopes and dreams, flying far away.

Feng Feng put his hand on his stomach, a mischievous smile on his face. He blinked and said to Qun Qianjing: "Actually, I'm a little hungry."

Hearing this, Qun Qianjing laughed. She patted Feng Feng's shoulder and pointed forward: "That's great. I know a hot pot restaurant called 'Qidan Delicious House'. The food there will definitely satisfy your appetite."

The two walked through the narrow alley and arrived in front of the hot pot restaurant. Strings of red lanterns were hung in front of the restaurant, and the warm light was particularly eye-catching in the night.

The aroma of food wafting from the store makes people salivate.

"Qun Qianjing, don't regret it!"

Feng Feng couldn't wait to pull Qun Qianjing into the store and found a seat by the window.

The black waitress walked towards them with a warm smile and an exquisite menu in her hands.

Feng Feng smiled and gestured to the doubtful Qun Qianjing to order the dishes, and she quickly looked for her favorite food on the menu like a happy little bird.

"Just order whatever you like." Feng Feng's voice was gentle but firm, and his eyes never left Qun Qianjing's face.

Qun Qianjing selected a few of his favorite dishes and then handed the menu to Feng Feng.

Feng Feng took the menu, but did not order immediately. Instead, he turned to the black waitress.

"Miss, do you have any special dishes here?" Feng Feng's words were filled with a bit of mischief and curiosity.

The dark-skinned waitress smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth, and her eyes sparkled with a mysterious light.

"We have a special dish in our restaurant, called 'The Taste of Home.'" Her voice is gentle and magnetic, as if it can attract people's souls.

Feng Feng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked curiously, "Oh? Can you tell me more about the story of this dish?"

The waitress smiled and nodded, and began to tell the story behind the dish.

The story of a captured utopia master returning to utopia from a hot pot restaurant.

Qun Qianjing listened quietly, but her face gradually turned pale, and her fingers tightly grasped the armrests of the chair, as if trying to support her shaky body.

Chapter 668: Thousand Scenes of the Maid Group

Sunday, April 30

"Why do I have to work as a maid in a hot pot restaurant? I can't stand it anymore! I quit."

Qun Qianjing's sudden words caught Feng Feng off guard. He quickly put down the menu in his hand, stood up and chased after him. The customers in the store looked sideways, curiously watching this scene.

The black-skinned waitress was stunned, the menu in her hand slipped gently, the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a hint of worry.

Qun Qianjing rushed out of the store, her figure looked particularly thin and lonely in the bustling street.

Feng Feng followed closely behind, his heartbeat quickening, anxiety spreading in his heart. He passed through narrow alleys, bypassed piles of garbage, and finally caught up with Qun Qianjing in a dead end.

"Chikage, go back to the store. You haven't adapted to the Utopian world yet. If you rush in rashly, something will happen to your body."

Qun Qianjing had his back to him, his shoulders trembling, as if he was trying hard to suppress his emotions.

Feng Feng approached gently, his voice gentle and careful: "Qun Qianjing, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

Qun Qianjing burst into laughter, turned to face Feng Feng and said, "You've fallen into the trap, good old man."

"I am the first generation hero after all. As long as I agree to some conditions, the priest of the big shrine..."

At the entrance of the alley, a group of men in black robes rushed into the alley with knives.

Feng Feng frowned slightly, and he glanced at the black-robed men, but a calm smile appeared on his face. He turned and looked at Qun Qianjing, his eyes full of confidence and calmness.

"Qian Jing, do you know where this is?" Feng Feng asked softly.

Qun Qianjing was stunned for a moment, shook his head and asked: "A dirty and messy alley?"

"This is Utopia, my home ground." Feng Feng's words revealed an unparalleled arrogance.

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of uniformed policemen suddenly appeared around the alley and on the walls, and they quickly surrounded the man in black robes.

Feng Feng smiled slightly, as if everything was under control.

Feng Feng stretched out a hand and gently held Qun Qianjing's wrist, his eyes full of concern.

He stared at Qun Qianjing's chest, which seemed to rise and fall more rapidly than usual, as if telling him that she was having trouble breathing.

"Qian Jing, are you okay?" Feng Feng's voice was gentle and low, as if he was afraid of disturbing her emotions.

Qun Qianjing raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes, but she tried hard to suppress her trembling and nodded.

"Then let's go back. You are not used to the environment here yet." Feng Feng said softly, his tone full of soothing.

He gently held Qun Qianjing's hand and guided her towards the inside of the store.

The surrounding police had subdued all the men in black robes, and the only sounds left in the alley were the footsteps of the two of them.

Feng Feng looked back at Qun Qianjing from time to time to make sure she was walking steadily. Their figures looked particularly harmonious in the afterglow of noon, as if at this moment, the entire Utopia had quieted down, leaving only this tranquility for the two of them.