"Who’s talking?"
Under the stage, Lin Feng always felt like someone was constantly murmuring in his ear, annoying him greatly, and even someone was shaking him vigorously.
Are they looking to die?
Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a violent killing intent and madness.
But in the next second, he froze completely.
No pungent smoke, no roars of Demon Beasts, no dismembered limbs and rivers of blood, no cries of agony; everything was so different.
The bright sunlight shone through Blue Moon’s protection onto him, giving his whole body a warm feeling...
This feeling, both familiar and strange.
"Is this Jiang City’s annual Awakening Day?" Lin Feng looked around, the shock in his eyes was as if he had seen a ghost.
Wasn’t Jiang City turned into ruins?
"Brother Feng, the Demon Spirit is about to be released, wake up quickly."
The chubby face appearing in front of him startled Lin Feng. It was a comical-looking fatty, less than one meter seventy tall but weighing over two hundred pounds. Aside from being fat, the first impression he gave was his head was truly big!
Even with his corpulent figure, the head that was a circle bigger than an ordinary person’s seemed quite out of proportion.
Lin Feng was not unfamiliar with this little fatty; he was his neighbor and classmate and also his best brother, known by the nickname Big Head. Judging by his posture, it was clear he was the one constantly shaking him.
"Big Head, how do you..." Lin Feng was shocked.
In his memory, Gao Hai and he got into the same university.
After graduating, when they went out of town hunting Demon Beasts, they were ambushed by a Third Grade Fire Poison Lion just on the outskirts of the Cyan Peak Mountain Range. Gao Hai, unfortunately, got injured saving him and could only be bedridden for life.
Lin Feng also remembered, when he saw Gao Hai again two years later with money, the originally innocent and lively chubby boy had become skin and bones. Although he was very excited to see Lin Feng arrive, he was too weak to speak, and those eyes he would never forget till death.
"Brother Feng, what are you saying?" Gao Hai asked in confusion.
"Did I return to being sixteen?"
Lin Feng didn’t answer, still somewhat unable to believe everything happening in front of him.
He lowered his head to look at his fair, slender hands, they were still unsullied by blood. Clenching his hands, he felt the real sensation.
All of this felt like a dream.
"Going back in time?"
"Is his ability to control time?"
At this moment, Lin Feng seemed to understand the ability the young man in white possessed!
Or perhaps the Demon Beast was more accurate.
Although humans had strong Martial Artists and Demon Spirit Masters, it was certainly impossible to possess innate abilities like this.
That young man in white was obviously a Demon Beast capable of transforming into human form.
No wonder all attacks were ineffective against him.
Controlling time...
Such a rare and incredible ability, it’s practically invincible.
If it weren’t for his strength being exhausted in the end, who could have killed him?
And Lin Feng returning to sixteen was clearly that young man’s creation.
"Did he come back too? Or is he already dead?"
Lin Feng was somewhat stiff, his complexion a bit unsightly.
Since he could return to the past, it was unlikely that the young man in white would have died.
Lin Feng felt his limbs go cold, and those scenes of misery like hell once again surfaced in his mind.
If that young man didn’t die, the massacre like hell 21 years later would still come.
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, what are you spacing out for?"
"It’s nothing, nothing."
The voice in his ear brought Lin Feng back to his senses. Seeing Gao Hai’s worried expression, Lin Feng extended his hands, trembling slightly as he pinched Gao Hai’s chubby face, forcefully suppressing the excitement and unease in his heart.
"Brother, I’m fine."
Lin Feng smiled, and it was a very happy smile.
Good brother, it’s really nice to see you again. He could finally make up for the regrets of a bygone life.
"Brother Feng, why do you seem a bit strange?"
Gao Hai rubbed his slightly pinched aching chubby face, with a hint of surprise.
He felt like after a sleep, something about Lin Feng seemed to have changed.
"Lin Feng, what’s wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Beside him, a girl around sixteen years old held Lin Feng’s hand with concern.
The girl was wearing a blue and white school uniform, tall and graceful, looking slightly taller than Lin Feng at first glance. Her snow-white skin glistened with an ivory glow, and her delicate and pretty face exuded a touch of pure charm.
This unique temperament was particularly attractive.
From time to time, young boys cast their eyes at her, their eyes filled with admiration and heat. Whenever this happened, even if the girl noticed, she pretended not to see or turned her head to look at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng glanced at the girl, and facing her concern, he sighed inwardly, "What a pity!"
Under the girl’s surprised gaze, Lin Feng nonchalantly withdrew his hand. For this once childhood sweetheart, he had no lingering sentiments.
He clearly remembered, today the girl successfully refined a Seventh Grade Ice Heron, and when she found out he couldn’t refine a Demon Spirit, the disappointment on her face was barely concealed.
Three months later at the college entrance exams, when she got into one of the Nine Elite Joint Schools, and he couldn’t become a Demon Spirit Master and had to choose another key university, she broke up with him.
"Lin Feng, what’s wrong with you?"
Song of Solomon was very surprised by Lin Feng’s action, her hands slightly stiff.
Growing up together, the two were seen as a match made in heaven by relatives and neighbors, and Lin Feng always loved her dearly, never being so cold to her.
She slightly lowered her head, looking pitiful and heart-wrenching like a dewy flower.