Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 539 Weeping and Sobbing
Even though it's morning, normally no toast would fall from the sky, right?
Mo Mang stopped in his tracks and looked up at the sky and his surroundings.

This area is indeed filled with tall buildings in Xixi Keke, but unless it was intentional, it's impossible for such a whole piece of toast to be thrown here by accident.

Even if you have a grudge against him, what's wrong with throwing toast at him?

Now, the people around him were looking at him with great curiosity, and their scrutinizing gazes made Mo Mang feel uneasy, as if she were being pricked by needles.

Suddenly, he saw the toast in front of him wriggle slightly.

"Awoo..." Toast actually let out a whimper.

This is definitely not your average toast!

Because it fell so suddenly, Mo Mang didn't even notice that the toast was actually quite perfect, but he could still smell its fragrant aroma.

It made him, who hadn't eaten breakfast yet, very hungry.

At that moment, his phone rang.

It was a mysterious, unknown call.

The first thing the other end said after the call connected was: "I suggest you put away the thoughts that just popped into your head, pick up this piece of toast in front of you, and leave the scene."

That voice... Mo Mang recognized it, because the person was simply unforgettable to him. It was Mr. Zheng Fan, who had taken special care of him on Subway Line Zero!
But when he was leaving on his way back, he exchanged contact information with other people, but not with Mr. Zheng Fan.

And what does this piece of toast have to do with Mr. Zheng Fan?
"Your contact information isn't hard to find, but it's still unexpected to run into you again today. And if you want breakfast, I have a place to recommend. Anyway, grab some toast first, what bad luck." Zheng Fan seemed to mutter something else after that, which Mo Mang didn't hear clearly, but it was probably profanity.

However, he still carefully picked up the wriggling toast from the ground, confused and bewildered, and quickly left the scene.

Following Zheng Fan's directions, he found a breakfast shop located by the roadside.

It looks like a small shop with a very ordinary environment, but once you walk in, you can smell the mixed aroma of flour, milk, soy milk and other things, which is very nice.

He usually grabs breakfast at a convenience store, and for lunch and dinner, he eats at the company cafeteria whenever possible, which is quite convenient. Of course, the company cafeteria is closed when he's working overtime, so he has to order takeout.

"Remember to ask the shop owner for some flour to spread on the toast."

What kind of strange request is this?

However, Mo Mang still managed to do it well. The boss gave Mo Mang a bag of flour that they were almost out of, and then Mo Mang asked for a few steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk and found a small table to sit down.

The shop is small, and he seemed a bit reserved sitting there, with customers coming and going from time to time.

For breakfast, many people choose to take it away.

Mo Mang placed the somewhat wretched toast on the table and, following Zheng Fan's instructions on his phone, began pouring flour over it. Then, to his astonishment, the toast, which had lost its shape, visibly expanded and reshaped itself after absorbing the flour.

What amazing toast!

Moreover, the shape, color, and aroma of the healthy toast once again attracted Mo Mang's attention, leaving him in a state of inexplicable daze.

"Wake up."

Before the dreamy music could even begin to play in my head, Zheng Fan's voice interrupted me: "Eat breakfast first. Of course, if you want some toast, I can tell you that this piece of toast used to be used as a rag, to wipe bloodstains and human remains. But that might affect your appetite for breakfast."

"You already said it."

"Is that so? I'm sorry, but no matter what it's been through, it doesn't affect the texture or taste of the toast. Naturally, it's free of bacteria and dirt. This is all-natural toast without any additives." Zheng Fan changed his tune and said some nice things about the toast.

"The memory is gone... and what is all-natural toast? And you're talking as if you've actually eaten it." "I have eaten it, but it was just toast that was used as a rag to wipe bloodstains and human remains. As long as it tasted good, that's all that matters. Don't worry about it so much."

Why repeat it?

How terrifying! Mr. Zheng Fan is far more terrifying than he imagined, not in terms of strength but in another aspect.

Without daring to imagine further, Mo Mang quickly started munching on his steamed bun. Just as Mr. Zheng Fan had recommended, the buns at this shop were delicious. Thin skin, generous filling, and bursting with juice with every bite—far superior to the convenience store buns he usually ate. Although, based on his past experience, many roadside breakfast stalls' buns weren't as good as those from convenience stores.

"So, Mr. Zheng Fan, is this toast yours? Where are you now?" Mo Mang felt he should return the toast to Zheng Fan.

Before us, the restored toast still seemed to be in a dormant state, not moving at all, and looked just like an ordinary and perfect piece of toast.

"Me? I'm currently in a tree comforting a flock of homeless, heartbroken sparrows. One of the mother sparrows is crying and keeps rubbing against me. Could you look after Toast for me for a bit? I'll come find you when I'm done here."

Mo Mang: ?
This statement seems simple to understand, yet it also seems a bit difficult.

"That's all." After saying that, Zheng Fan hung up the phone.

Folding up the space in his phone, which was larger than he was in his current sparrow form, and stuffing it into his feathers, Zheng Fan Black Sparrow squinted his gray-white eyes and stared silently ahead.

Beside him was the Sparrow Leader, who had caused Zheng Fan much distress and was arguably the greatest adversary Zheng Fan had ever encountered in Dadu, aside from the great Cheng Fei!

They were really "crying and sobbing".

Zheng Fan was flying with Toast in his arms when he encountered them in mid-air. The sparrow leader saw Zheng Fan as if he had seen her husband... her savior, and immediately rushed over to cuddle him affectionately.

Then, as Zheng Fan loosened his grip, Toast, who was still fantasizing about becoming "Super Toast," crashed.

What else can it say?

Now, they stand on a large tree, surrounded by other sparrows on the branches. There are quite a few of them, but the number has been significantly reduced compared to before, and many of them seem to be injured.

Why would the infamous Sparrow Sky Pirate Gang from Jiyun District all come to Xixi Keke?

There were even such battle losses?

Zheng Fan had already sensed something unusual.

What kind of heartless bastard would dare to attack the small animals in Jiyun City?!
Damn it, although Zheng Fan is a petty person who can't stand sparrows, he has also become acquainted with these sparrows through some fights.

Furthermore.

He genuinely loved sparrows, though they were his second favorite bird, but the "magnificent canal" didn't suit his color scheme. That's why he repeatedly chose to transform into a sparrow.

He now has enough of the sparrow skins he has to create a whole series of merchandise.

For example, the product Zheng Fan recommended first was the "spinning sparrow ornament" that every private car should have on its dashboard.

"Chirp, chirp!" The sparrow leader chirped a few times, drawing Zheng Fan's attention back.

Well, although he likes sparrows, he'd rather not mate with them. He's not the kind of weirdo who likes cats and wants to sleep with them.

“Okay, go on,” Zheng responded.

According to the sparrow leader, the other side was a group of... unknown, evil birds.

(End of this chapter)