Chapter 541 Yu Mo's Great Strength Creates Miracles, Yi Fei Acts Like a Spoiled Child and Acts Pitiful

Amid the cheers and excitement, Nanfeng's breathing stopped for a moment, and then trembled slightly.

He lowered his head, staring at his left hand in a daze, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Although Nanfeng had known since August that his left hand would have the possibility of complete recovery under the treatment and stimulation of the dream instrument, he still had no idea of ​​the magnitude of this possibility.

Even in these four months, Nanfeng also vaguely felt that his left hand seemed to become more flexible and stronger, and occasionally when he needed to use his left hand to exert force, he no longer felt the original soreness and numbness.

But he still instinctively felt that it would take a long, long, long time for his left hand to fully recover.

Nanfeng has always been looking forward to this matter, but there is still a little anxiety hidden in this expectation.

He didn't know how long this expectation would last, and he didn't know whether his expectation would suddenly fall through.

It was not until Xiao Hei told this joyful good news today that Nanfeng suddenly realized that he had ushered in a brand new node in his life.

At this moment when he should have been extremely excited and cheering like everyone else, Nanfeng actually found himself... very calm, very, very calm.

This unexpected calmness may be because he has experienced too much in this short day.

From the absurd dream world to the unscientific "soul exchange" between Yifei and Yumo, from Youyou's nonsense to the "never separation" of Ziqiao and Meijia's love and hatred.

With so many messy, bizarre and nonsense things as a prelude, now that Nanfeng knows that his left hand has been fully restored, he can only say... there are too many unscientific things today, and one more thing is not too much.

Keep a normal mind, just keep a normal mind, after all, the boat has passed thousands of mountains.

In the joyous jumping of everyone, Nanfeng, grinning and with red eyes, thought calmly.

"Stop!"

Although the picture of everyone hugging each other happily was very warm and touching, Xiaohei still had to interrupt them.

"I know you are all very happy and excited, but it's getting late. Can you let me finish what I'm saying?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then they sat back in their seats embarrassedly and gestured to Xiao Hei to continue.

"There are a few more things that require your cooperation."

Xiao Hei said very seriously and solemnly: "First of all, everything that happened around us today, such as the dream world and the exchange of consciousness between Yifei and Yumo, you must keep it strictly confidential.

"Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely can't tell anyone, not even your parents and family members.

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Everyone nodded in understanding, and Ziqiao chuckled disdainfully: "Of course I understand, we are not stupid, how can we tell others about such things?"

"That's right!" Everyone said in unison.

Although they are usually noisy and don't look very reliable, everyone's IQ is still above the passing line...It's just that the IQ fluctuations of Meijia and Curry Sauce are a little bit larger.

However, this IQ fluctuation does not prevent them from understanding why Xiao Hei is so serious, just like everyone else.

Although the dream instrument developed by Xiao Hei is only a prototype of a prototype, it is so rough that it cannot be any rougher.

It has no major problems, but it has constant minor problems. Many functions that should be there have not been added, and the conditions for use are still very harsh. If Nanfeng is not there, the dream instrument is just a piece of scrap metal!

But after everyone came out of the dream world, even though they faced a three-quarter probability of side effects, and even such an unscientific thing as Yifei and Yumo's consciousness exchange, they did not complain from beginning to end, and at most they just complained a few words.

Of course, part of the reason is that they don't want Nanfeng to feel guilty, thinking that everyone has become like this because they want to go to the dream world to find him.

But the most important thing is that everyone sees the value of the dream world hidden behind the dream instrument.

No matter how absurd and bizarre the dream world is, it is a brand new world after all, a virtual world that belongs to them.

Apart from anything else, if Xiao Hei can really improve and upgrade the Dream Instrument to his ideal appearance, then the Dream Instrument can be equated with the virtual game cabin.

There is no need to even consider these illusory futures, just the current dream world is enough for everyone to mess around for a lifetime.

There is also the incredible time difference between the real world and the dream world, which can simply allow them to play the two worlds to the fullest.

Nanfeng even plans to wait until Zhang Wei prepares for the bar exam next year, and then throw him directly into the small dark room in the deep dream to review.

If Zhang Wei still can't pass the bar exam under this circumstance... then he should change his industry as soon as possible.

In short, it is precisely because everyone understands these that they will fully support Xiao Hei's confidentiality work.

God knows what unpredictable consequences will occur after they tell the story of the Dream Instrument.

As for the soul exchange between Yifei and Yumo, there is no need to say it.

Don't say it, they won't say it even if they are beaten to death!

Even the big-mouthed Youyou is determined to keep today's secret and never let others know.

"Don't worry, Xiao Hei, we will keep such an important matter strictly confidential."

Nan Feng paused and continued: "And I think that even if we accidentally let slip something so outrageous, others won't believe it."

Xiao Hei nodded: "That's true, but we'd better be careful."

"Yifei" patted her chest and said, "If anyone dares to tell anyone, I will teach him how to behave!"

Seeing this, Xiao Hei laughed repeatedly and said: "Yifei, with the way you look like Yu Mo, your guarantee is really not convincing."

"Then let me guarantee it!"

"Yu Mo" imitated Yifei's demeanor and slapped the dining table heavily without saying a word.

In an instant, Xiao Hei's table began to tremble violently, and he let out an unbearable cry.

Xiao Hei's eyes twitched with distress when he saw this.

"I promise……"

Snap!

"Yu Mo" had just started talking. After all, Xiao Hei's table couldn't bear the thunder palm just now. It suddenly disintegrated with extremely silky smoothness while trembling. A dozen pieces of broken limbs were scattered all over the floor. All.

As the table was full of "dead bodies", the take-out boxes on the table seemed to be suspended in the air, and then they fell to the ground under the horrified gaze of everyone. The leftovers and soup in the take-out boxes Suddenly it splashed all over the floor.

Nanfeng, who has a mysophobia, put away his feet as soon as the lunch box landed on the ground, spread his thighs suddenly, and placed his feet on the left and right in a horse-like posture. On the lap of Zi Qiao and Xiao Xian in a suit.

Everyone was stunned, looking down at the mess in front of them like petrified sculptures.

After the previous noisy noise of the table disintegrating and take-out lunch boxes clattering to the floor, all thirteen people in the suite fell silent at this moment.

A silence filled with shock and speechlessness filled the air.

Everything happened so fast that they almost didn't realize what happened.

If it weren't for the complete appearance of the table still remaining in everyone's memory, it would be hard for them to believe that the messy ruins on the ground were still in good condition three seconds ago.

Everyone looked up blankly and stared at "Yu Mo" with strange expressions.

Yu Mo's eyes widened, and his shocked gaze kept wandering back and forth between his soft, boneless hands and the fragmented remains of the table.

This, was this really made by her with one palm?

When did I have so much strength?

"Yu Mo" looked at Xiao Hei apologetically, and his stammering words were full of doubts and confusion: "Xiao Hei, yes, I'm sorry.

"I just patted it casually like Yifei, and I only used a little strength. I don't know how the table broke into this way... Can I pay you a new table?"

"Yu Mo" said and glared at "Yifei" angrily. She obviously figured out the cause of the table's death while apologizing to Xiao Hei.

She originally thought that she and Yifei had such a good relationship, and since they were both girls, and they knew each other very well, even if they exchanged consciousness in the past few days, they wouldn't cause much trouble to each other.

In the end, "Yu Mo" never expected that she knew everything about Yifei, but she didn't understand how Yifei controlled this abnormal and inhuman body.

I just used a little bit of force, but ended up smashing the entire table into pieces with one palm.

Then if I use my full strength, shouldn't I tear the Terminator apart with my hands?

"Yu Mo" muttered aggrievedly: "You said consciousness swap is unscientific. I think the most unscientific thing in the world is your perverted martial arts skills, Yifei!"

"Yifei" covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, but replied unconvincedly: "You are too strong and you have to blame me?"

"Yifei" admits that her strength is indeed a few hundred million points stronger than normal people. In addition, she has learned martial arts since she was a child. Although she has not developed something like internal strength that only exists in novels, she still learned how to exert strength. , the combat ability is indeed a bit supermodel.

But after practicing martial arts for so many years, she has long been able to perfectly control her body. No matter how strong her fighting ability is, it will not affect her life.

"Yifei" didn't expect that one day Yu Mo would be on her body, and she didn't expect that Yu Mo didn't know how to use force, but her body directly used the Thunder Palm to come out.

So for the death of the table... in short, you can't blame yourself, you are innocent.

Nanfeng, who has a mysophobia, let out a sigh of relief after checking his clothes: "Very good, very clean. Fortunately, I reacted quickly."

"Then why don't you take your feet back from our legs!"

Ziqiao and Xiaoxian in a suit glanced at Nanfeng expressionlessly, and Xiaoxian in a suit complained coldly: "Do you know that your one-piece horse really shows off the outline of your crotch?

"If this continues, we don't know Zhang Wei's length, but I'm about to estimate your length."

Wanyu, Youyou, and Curry Sauce instinctively turned their heads to take a look when they heard this. After they realized what Xiaoxian in the suit was saying, they turned away with blushing faces.

Nanfeng quickly closed her legs and sat coquettishly like a little girl.

As for Xiao Hei...

At this moment, Xiao Hei, who was stunned, seemed to have not yet woken up from the bad news that the table was killed.

"Xiao Hei? Xiao Hei?"

Meijia on the side tentatively waved her hand in front of his face, but Xiaohei still didn't respond.

"It's over. Xiao Hei won't become completely stupid because of a table, will he?"

As soon as Meijia finished speaking, Xiao Hei suddenly squatted down, silently picked up a clean table fragment and put it to his chest.

Then he cried out in Shaanxi dialect with tears in his eyes: "The old elm tabletop of Shuiquliutai that has been hungry for twenty years!"

"What the hell?"

Nanfeng's eyes widened when he heard it: "Xiaohei, have you watched too much of "Wulin Wai Zhuan"?"

Xiaohei ignored Nanfeng's words and continued to cry out loudly: "Table! Table! What's wrong with you, Table!

"Table, you can't die. You and I depend on each other and have been through thick and thin together for so many years. I have always treated you like my own table and used you. I didn't expect that today I would give away a black-haired table!"

"Drama Queen!"

Everyone sneered, but they were relieved. Since Xiaohei could still show off, he would be fine.

"Yumo" said again: "Xiaohei, don't worry, I will definitely compensate you for the table. "

Xiao Hei lowered his head and pretended to sob: "Let's not talk about whether to compensate for the table or not, I just made such a mess here, shouldn't you help me clean it up..."

He raised his head and planned to continue to act pitiful, but found that he was suddenly the only one left in the whole suite.

"Damn! Do you have flash or teleport? You can actually slip away so fast!"

Xiao Hei looked at the mess in front of him helplessly, and he shouted out of dissatisfaction: "Can you please respect me!

"I am a genius! Genius! How many geniuses have you seen doing housework by themselves!"

"What's wrong with geniuses? Geniuses also have to do housework, and they have to grow flowers and plants and help their sisters feed pets.

"Isn't that right, Zhanbo?"

Outside the wall separated from Xiao Hei, "Yi Fei" who was slipping back to the sixth floor asked Zhanbo with a smile on her face.

Zhanbo, who was loyal to her, cooperated with a flattering smile: "Sister, you are right. "

"Yifei" hummed very proudly.

Zhang Wei looked at Nanfeng in front of him, who was walking shyly, legs together, and in small floral steps, and asked in confusion: "Nanfeng, do you walk like this now?"

Nanfeng's face was embarrassed when he heard this. He coughed awkwardly a few times and explained in a low voice: "I was too fast when I retracted my legs in the splits just now, and then..."

"Then?"

"Then I got into trouble."

Everyone laughed.

Everyone took the elevator back to the sixth floor. Xiaoxian in a suit looked at his mobile phone: "It's getting late now, let's wash up and go to rest quickly.

"Tomorrow is Monday, we still have to go to work."

"Go to work?!!"

"Yifei" and "Yumo" stopped suddenly, they looked at each other, and then they remembered that they still had to go to work.

"It's over, it's over."

The two wailed.

"Yumo~~~, you must help me!"

"Yifei" held "Yumo"'s hands tightly, and said coquettishly and pitifully.

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