Zongman: The post-2D era

Feng Feng was half leaning on the back of a carved chair, playing with an exquisite pocket watch in his hand, with a playful smile on his lips, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him and he was just a cold-eyed spectator in this feast.

"You really are a hidden mission NPC!"

Lu Mingfei squeezed out these words breathlessly, his eyes showing both helplessness and a hint of reproach. Drops of water slid down the ends of his hair and dripped onto the smooth marble floor, making a subtle but crisp sound.

When Feng Feng heard this, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved even deeper, as if to say, "Isn't this the fun of you finding me?"

"I've replayed the game twenty-one times. If I don't give you some fun, you'll probably get numb to it!"

Lu Mingfei sat next to Feng Feng without caring about his image. His jacket was wet and stuck to his back, revealing a bit of fatigue and helplessness.

He lowered his head, his hands resting weakly on his knees, his voice low and lost: "This time, I took Chu Zihang and rushed into the enemy camp like a hero and saved Xia Mi."

"We worked together seamlessly, and it seemed like no one could defeat us. But in the end, I was alone, rushing into the enemy's lair like a fool, letting them escape first."

"It was just a flash of Chen Guangwei's sword, and I fell there again. Twenty-one times, and every time it was the same ending. I began to doubt whether all this really made sense."

At the end of his speech, his voice was almost inaudible, and he looked ahead with empty eyes, as if he saw Chen Guangwei's cold eyes again.

Lu Mingfei's eyes were fixed on Feng Feng, his eyes flashing with reluctance and confusion: "Then... does Chen Guangwei remember every time I reload the game? Just like watching a movie replay?"

Feng Feng nodded gently. Under the night sky, his face looked particularly gentle yet with a barely perceptible sadness: "In the world of the heart, Chen Guangwei's existence is almost the same as that of God. She saw every struggle and every fall of yours and remembers it clearly."

"The rules of the Heart Realm were made by her, and are now controlled by her."

Having said that, Feng Feng raised his hand and gently stroked the armrest of the carved chair beside him with his fingertips, as if touching an invisible boundary.

"Your pain and confusion may be just a never-ending drama to her. And you are the most persistent and helpless actor in this drama."

"What kind of actors are you?" Nuo Nuo stared at the two and complained, "Do you know how embarrassing it is to be in the banquet hall when the principal didn't find you?"

Lu Mingfei pointed at Feng Feng helplessly, and a bitter smile appeared on his face: "It's all this guy's fault. He made me run around in circles at this banquet."

Then, he changed the subject and his smile became brighter, as if the loss just now had never existed.

He took out a bottle of exquisite drink from his suit pocket, gently unscrewed it, and handed it to Nono who was staring at them.

Nuo Nuo was a little surprised. The moment he took the drink, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "How do you know I'm thirsty? Also, this is the London-flavored drink I just fell in love with, how did you..."

Her words stopped abruptly, and her eyes moved back and forth between Lu Mingfei and Feng Feng. Her expression became complicated, as if she suddenly realized something but was unable to speak for a moment.

Feng Feng smiled slightly, with a bit of cynicism in his eyes, and invited Nuonuo: "How about, do you want to do something fun together?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Nuonuo's eyes, like a spark that was suddenly ignited. She nodded without hesitation and said crisply, "Okay, okay!"

Lu Mingfei stood aside, a familiar silly smile on his lips, that smile concealed the helplessness and habit of repeating this scene countless times.

He naturally stretched out his hand and stopped a taxi that happened to be passing by. The moment the door opened, the cool night breeze brushed the corners of the three people's clothes.

Lu Mingfei opened the car door for Nuonuo like a gentleman. His movements were smooth and natural, as if he had repeated this action thousands of times.

After playing for an hour, Nuo Nuo got into the back seat of a taxi. She looked through the window at Lu Mingfei's face that was still smiling foolishly, and turned back to look directly at Feng Feng, her eyes calm and deep.

As the car slowly drove towards the banquet hall, she gently put the drink in her hand aside, her tone was calm but with a force that could not be ignored:

"Feng Feng, tell me, how many times has Lu Mingfei experienced a day like today?"

Feng Feng's eyes flickered in the night. He leaned lightly against the car door, a complex smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was weighing how to answer.

"Twenty-one times, so many that he can hardly remember them all. But every time he would play with us for an hour."

He spoke slowly, with a barely perceptible hint of sympathy in his tone.

Chapter 928: The Final Rollback

Saturday, January 14

In the Heart Realm, the remains of the hybrids, Deadpool, and the robot were scattered all over the ground.

Chen Guangwei stared at Lu Mingfei in front of him and sighed for the ninety-ninth time: "I hope you will be born in London in your next life, and not go to the battlefield hell."

“Rewind!” Lu Mingfei murmured and fell down.

Between the sky and the earth of London, the swirling vortex formed by the chaotic fog was like a category 10 typhoon.

After the Sakura Witch had her subordinates prepare the banquet, she asked Feng Feng in front of her, "How do you want to play the 99th diplomatic banquet?"

"You promised me that you would let Lu Mingfei go back a hundred times at most."

In the original time, Feng Feng and Lu Mingfei were wearing small suits and busy cleaning the banquet hall.

Lu Mingfei looked down at the blazer he was wearing. Although his clothes were neat and tidy, they did not fit in with the busy atmosphere around him.

He slowly raised his head and looked around. The lights in the banquet hall were brilliant. He sighed and said, "That Chen Guangwei is really strong!"

Lu Mingfei walked through the bustling crowd, eagerly searching for Feng Feng in the banquet hall.

Finally, he saw Feng Feng near the gate, but this time, Feng Feng was not alone. Chu Zihang was standing next to him. The two were talking in low voices, and there was an inexplicable tacit understanding in their eyes.

Seeing Lu Mingfei coming, Feng Feng waved to him with a smile, and Chu Zihang also nodded slightly in greeting.

Lu Mingfei felt mixed emotions. In the past, he always took the initiative to look for Feng Feng, but this sudden preferential treatment made him pause.

The hustle and bustle around him seemed to stop at this moment, leaving only his heavy heartbeat echoing in his chest.

Lu Mingfei frowned, walked towards the two of them in confusion, and just opened his mouth to ask: "Feng Feng, what are you doing this time?"

Chu Zihang said nothing, just smiled gently, took out an antique wooden sword from his side, the blade was shining with a faint luster, and with a light toss, the wooden sword landed steadily in Lu Mingfei's hand.

Seeing this, Feng Feng's eyes flashed with cunning. He patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, turned and walked out of the banquet hall. The end of the road was vaguely visible.

"Let's go do something big with you. Let's go blow up Caesar's axle!"

There was unquestionable determination in Feng Feng's words. In the night wind, his figure was stretched out, as if he was leading an unknown adventure.

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Feng Feng, are you too bored to death? Blowing up Caesar's axle? Are you sure you're not playing with fire?"

Chu Zihang's expression became unusually serious. He gently patted the back of Lu Mingfei's hand and whispered, "Thank you, Mingfei. This time, perhaps this is the last thing we can do for him."

Feng Feng smiled slyly and waved his hand, saying, "Hey, I, as an NPC, can't protect you for long. After you explode Caesar's axle, you only have one last chance to go back. Cherish it, brother!"

Under the night sky, the figures of the three stretched out outside the dimly lit banquet hall, as if they were about to step into a fateful battle. Lu Mingfei tightly grasped the ancient wooden sword in his hand, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, as if at this moment, he was ready to face all unknown challenges.

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Feng Feng, are you too bored to death? Blowing up Caesar's axle? Are you sure you're not playing with fire?"

Chu Zihang's expression became unusually serious. He gently patted the back of Lu Mingfei's hand and whispered:

"Thank you, Mingfei. This time, perhaps, is the last thing we can do for you."

Feng Feng smiled slyly, waved his hand and said, "Hey, I, as an NPC, can't protect you for long."

"After destroying Caesar's axle, you only have one last chance to rewind. Cherish it, brother!"

Under the night sky, the figures of the three people stretched out outside the dimly lit banquet hall, as if they were about to step into a fateful decisive battle.

Lu Mingfei tightly grasped the ancient wooden sword in his hand, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, as if at this moment, he was ready to face all unknown challenges.

The three of them quietly stopped in front of Caesar's luxurious car.

As soon as Lu Mingfei stuck his head out, Nuonuo suddenly appeared and grabbed his ear. She frowned and said with a hint of concern: "Lu Mingfei, what are you doing?"

Lu Mingfei bared his teeth and looked at Feng Feng for help, only to see Feng Feng with his arms folded across his chest, a look of anticipation on his face, and a playful smile on his lips.

Chu Zihang stood aside with a complicated look on his face. He took a step forward and said to Lu Mingfei in a low and serious voice: "Thank you, Mingfei. No matter what the result is, I will remember this friendship."

On the other side, the dispute between Feng Feng and Caesar escalated. Their eyes met and sparks flew, as if they were about to fight at the next moment. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Lu Mingfei was dragged by Nuo Nuo and walked towards the Tower of London reluctantly. The two of them gradually blended into the crowd.

On the other side, the confrontation between Feng Feng and Caesar has reached a climax, and the air around them seems to be frozen.

Feng Feng's lips curled up into an unruly smile, with a challenging light flashing in his eyes. He waved his hand violently, and the elemental force surged, colliding fiercely with Caesar's golden fighting spirit, making a deafening roar.

Chu Zihang stood aside with a cold look in his eyes. He slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, and the tip of the sword lightly tapped the ground. A sharp sword energy spread out, instantly igniting the surrounding grass and trees.

The three men were fighting fiercely. The green belt in the park was shattered under the impact of their power, and the dust was flying, creating a mess.

Lu Mingfei was dragged by Nuo Nuo, fleeing the battlefield through the hustle and bustle, and finally stopped under the Tower of London.

The lights of London's Tower Bridge flickered, illuminating their slightly dishevelled faces.

Nuo Nuo let go of her hand, with helplessness in her tone: "Lu Mingfei, you are always like this, making people worry."

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to speak, a distant bell rang in his ears, and the whole world seemed to be paused.

His eyes went dark, and when he opened them again, he was in a familiar hut, with nothing in his hands. The ancient wooden sword and the chaotic battle disappeared like a dream.

At the same time, sirens pierced the night sky. Feng Feng, Chu Zihang and Caesar were shackled and standing in the middle of the park, surrounded by green belts that had been destroyed beyond recognition.

Flashbulbs kept flashing and reporters swarmed over, but the three of them smiled at each other, with a hint of relief in their eyes.

In the police car, they sat side by side, outside the window was the dimly lit city, and inside the car were the "three irons of life" that were about to become legends - they had fought together, been to the police station together, and... unfinished adventures and friendships.

Sitting in front of an old desk was a young man who looked somewhat similar to him, staring at him with his deep eyes. That was Lu Mingze.

"You're here." Lu Mingze's voice was low and magnetic. He gently patted the empty seat next to him, motioning Lu Mingfei to sit down.

Lu Mingfei walked up slowly and sat next to Lu Mingze. The two sat side by side, their eyes fixed on the yellowed strategy map on the table.

The map marked their past ninety-nine footprints and unfinished adventures.

"For the last time, are you ready?" Lu Mingze asked softly, his finger lightly sliding across a point on the map.

Chapter 929 Time Chaos

Sunday, January 15

In the heart world, the hybrids, Deadpool and robots are searching for Lu Mingfei in constant battle.

The Chenguangwei detection equipment rang for the hundredth time, staring at the source of the time chaos caused by Lu Mingfei.

The swirling vortex formed by the chaotic fog in London was like a Category 10 typhoon, but in the eye of the typhoon there was finally peace.

After the Sakura Witch had her subordinates prepare the banquet, she asked Feng Feng in front of her, "How do you want to play the 99th diplomatic banquet?"

The Sakura Witch was wearing an intricate and gorgeous kimono with her skirt trailing gently on the ground, forming a sharp contrast with Feng Feng who was wearing a suit beside her.

They stood side by side on the top of a tall building, overlooking the city of London shrouded in chaotic fog. The inverted vortex was like the mouth of a giant beast, swallowing everything around it.

The two men's eyes pierced through the thick fog and focused on the calmness of the eye of the storm, as if waiting for some crucial moment.

The wind, with a hint of chill and uneasiness, gently blew through the tips of their hair, but their hearts were as firm as a rock, quietly waiting for the miracle of Lu Mingfei's hundredth return, and the source of time chaos that would quietly emerge in the eye of the typhoon.

The Sakura Witch tilted her head slightly, her eyes deep, as if she could see through all the secrets of the world. She whispered to Feng Feng, "This time, Lu Mingfei returns for the hundredth time. Can he really save Chu Zihang? Also, can you let the ill-fated Xia Mi and Chu Zihang stay together in this endless cycle of reincarnation?"