A new day, here I come

"Why are you like this? You're so unambiguous eh!" Wu Lingling blushed.

"What do you mean by subtle?" Mu Feng raised his eyebrows, "I don't have much time right now."

"No time? What?"

"At three in the morning, I will fall asleep and will wake up at seven on time, do you understand?"

"It's just after 11:00, three hours ago!"

"Just three times."

"What?" Wu Lingling was still a little vague.

"You didn't say that? Don't you even understand this?" Mu Feng asked in disbelief.

"I've talked about it? How come I don't know?" Wu Lingling was confused.

Mu Feng had some doubts that he had made a mistake.

During those hundreds of thousands of previous reincarnations, Mu Feng had sort of met with Wu Lingling many times, but it was basically at the Black Rose Bar, or when Mu Feng was raiding others, he had come into contact with Wu Lingling by chance.

He had heard others say that Wu Lingling had a date.

However, since he had no intention to go and have anything with Wu Lingling before, he didn't investigate carefully.

"Then who is Zhang Haoyuan?" Mu Feng asked.

"Humph! If you know him, then what kind of friendship do you have with Fang Fang!"

"Aren't you related to him?"

"Not!"

"Then why did someone say he had a relationship with you?"

"This is a long story, he and I are finger-tied, that is, his elders and my elders verbally agreed to a relationship, but my parents do not recognize, after ... I was in junior high school he transferred to Shanghai, and also talk around, it became this ..."

"And after that?"

"After that I let my cousin beat him up, and he left Shanghai."

"So that's how it was." Mu Feng nodded his head.

The one called Zhang Haoyuan was surprisingly not from Shanghai, and Mu Feng had no way to contact him, nor did he investigate Wu Lingling carefully, thus creating a misunderstanding.

"So, you're still ..." Mu Feng wanted to say something.

"What is it?" Wu Lingling was a bit confused again.

But Mu Feng didn't say anything more, he directly picked Wu Lingling up and walked into the bathroom amidst her screams.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking a bath."

"Why are you so bad!"

Tonight, Wu Lingling also finally understood what Mu Feng meant when he said, "Just three times."

...

The next day, the starting point.

Mu Feng got up on time and on time.

He stared vacantly at the ceiling.

It was another new cycle.

He had gotten used to looking at the ceiling every morning when he woke up and thinking back to "yesterday".

"Hey, hey, didn't you tell me time would reset? But today is already the seventh day, how do you want to explain that?" Wu Lingling's voice was cold.

Mu Feng's face changed and brushed off, turning his head to look to the side.

Wu Lingling, on the other hand, was draped in a thin blanket, her cheeks puffed out in anger, holding a short stick in her hand, looking at him viciously.

Mu Feng was shocked in his heart.

Why was Wu Lingling still here alone?

This isn't right! This isn't right! This is not right!

Enough days and nights had passed, and despite his resentment at times, every morning he woke up with an empty pillow.

He had gotten used to it, all alone.

"Oh, you're a liar, yes!" Wu Lingling looked fierce as she gripped the short stick in her hand.

But even so, there was no way to make people feel afraid.

It would only make people think that she was milky and fierce.

Because of Wu Lingling's appearance, she looked very cute with a doll face and big eyes.

But Mu Feng suddenly got up and rushed to the bathroom as fast as he could.

"You still want to run!" Thinking that Mu Feng was going to run, Wu Lingling intended to chase him, but just as she stood up, she felt a burst of pain coming from below and sat back down again.

Mu Feng went into the bathroom and turned his clothes out directly.

Take the phone out as fast as you can.

After all, it's all modern society now, there is no clock at home, and you can only use your phone to time.

"June 7 ..., hahaha ... June 7 ..." Seeing the time on the phone, Mu Feng couldn't help but start laughing, even crying while laughing, his fist smashing against the wall one by one, all going crazy.

The time now. the morning of June 7, 7:04.

It's finally not June 6 anymore!

How many times is this!

Mu Feng felt that he had regained his freedom.

No one could understand how he felt during these hundreds of thousands of reincarnations! His mind was in such a state.

Even though he could have unlimited time to do nothing, he could have no fear of getting old, sick, or dying, and he could even do whatever he wanted.

But every day is reset, and Mu Feng has nothing but memories.

He has no way to make deep friends with people, no way to experience love for once.

Although Mu Feng felt that he might be lucky.

He was able to go to be a hero, able to kill the villain, able to go anywhere his ability allows, able to provoke some existence that others do not dare to provoke, so to speak, without any scruples.

Because there is no such thing as consequences.

He originally thought he would have a good time.

Then after one reset after another, he felt tired.

Because these things do not have any meaning, everything will be washed away over time, it will all be reset to nothing!

The people he killed, the next time were still alive and well.

Those he loved would be strangers to him the next time.

Though he had infinite time to discover the wonders of the world.

But there was no result.

Even Mu Feng felt desperate.

He felt like he was one of those "outside the three worlds, within the five elements" existences.

He couldn't find the meaning in his life.

Not to mention the value.

Although an ordinary person, who may only live for a hundred years, can experience all kinds of events, some of which can make them happy and some of which can make them sad, that's life!

From life to death, from youth to old age.

From watching their children being born to their children growing up.

From meeting the person you love to growing old with her.

This is the life of an ordinary person, a simple and happy life, but Mu Feng is unable to experience it.

If he simply lived, Mu Feng would not have any depressing feelings because he could go and change the world, complete his achievements, would grow old with his love, and have a friend he could trust for life.

But he's not like that, he's just a lonely ghost trapped on the same day! He is a man who does not like to talk.

He even tried to end his own life.

He tried all kinds of ways to die, hanging, drowning, setting himself on fire ..., but he would still wake up at 7 a.m. on June 6.

Some people have an overwhelming fear of death, but he bitterly pleaded for it.

He is sometimes afraid of being a madman, and sometimes not so afraid, even a little eager.

Because madness may not feel pain.

But, in the end, he wanted to open up.

He understood that he had no way to have an impact on this repetitive world.

But he could make himself more colorful.