Zongman: The post-2D era

There was a hint of pleading and helplessness in Hong Liqi's voice on the phone, as if all her hopes were placed on Feng Feng.

"Zi Anyan didn't come to the institute today. Is she... still alive?"

Feng Feng recalled how Zi'an Yan clutched the clothes on her chest tightly, her body trembling slightly when he hugged her, and his thought of trying to make his embrace warmer at that time.

"She got drunk in a bar yesterday and I sent her to a nearby hotel."

The music in the bar seemed to never stop, and the bartender brought a glass of strange drink and walked away.

Just as Feng Feng was immersed in the warmth of the wine, the door of the bar was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of cold wind blew in, bringing in the noise from the outside world.

Feng Feng looked up and saw a familiar figure walking in. It was his good friend and the leader of the research institute - Hong Lisu.

Her gaze swept over Feng Feng, and a hint of complex emotions flashed in her eyes.

"Looks like I came just in time."

Kurisu-senpai chuckled, but there was a hint of seriousness in her voice.

She walked up to Feng Feng, her eyes lingered on the wine glass for a moment, then turned to Feng Feng, "There is something I think we need to talk about."

Feng Feng's heart tightened, he had a feeling that the next topic would not be easy.

Feng Feng's deep gaze looked through the swaying liquid in the wine glass, as if he was looking for some answer.

"This drink doesn't contain alcohol, but it has a subtle taste of alcohol."

He swirled the glass gently, letting the aroma of the wine permeate the air, while also savoring the deeper meaning of Kurisu's words.

The bartender was busy not far away. Although his movements seemed skillful, Feng Feng noticed that his eyes glanced towards them from time to time with a hint of subtle nervousness.

This unnatural behavior made Feng Feng even more suspicious.

He stared into the wine glass, as if trying to read some secret from the deep liquid.

Hong Lisu looked at Feng Feng's serious expression and sighed softly. She knew that what she was going to say next might make the situation more complicated, but she still decided to tell him the truth.

"This drink uses the research results of the institute."

Feng Feng frowned, his eyes passing through the dim lights in the bar and falling on the wine glass in his hand.

Under the light, the glass of wine looked like a deep gem, sparkling with an alluring luster.

"You took the trouble to explain me."

He shook the glass gently, and the wine swirled in the glass, emitting a faint aroma that permeated the air.

His eyes suddenly became sharp, as if they could see through all hypocrisy and lies.

He raised his head and looked straight at Hong Lisu, with a questioning tone in his voice:

"You have been in touch with the bartender? Why are you here at this time, and exactly when he glanced at me?"

"What does what you said have to do with this drink and this bartender?"

Kurisu's gaze lingered on the bartender's retreating back for a moment before she ordered a stiff drink.

The bartender worked skillfully, the sound of ice cubes hitting glasses echoing in the bar, and finally he placed a glass of dark liquid in front of Kurisu.

"The name of the wine is "One Cup, All".

Hong Lisu picked up the wine glass and shook it gently. The dark liquid swirled in the glass like a whirlpool in the dark night.

She took a sip and put the glass down, with the bottom of the glass hitting the mahogany bar with a crisp sound.

Her voice was firm and clear, echoing in every corner of the bar: "Feng Feng, you can't kill me with poison anyway."

Her words lingered in the air, as if with some kind of determination.

The bartender disappeared behind the bar, leaving only a dim light, illuminating Kurisu's firm and resolute face.

"Just because the poison doesn't kill you is no excuse for poisoning you."

Feng Feng slowly raised the wine glass. Through the amber liquid, the yellowish spots of light danced on the wall of the glass, like the dancing elves of the night.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was savoring the secrets contained in the liquid. He took a sip, and the aroma of the wine spread between his lips and teeth, as if it had integrated the tranquility and bustle of the entire night into it.

This glass of wine does not have a trace of strong alcohol, but is full of the mellowness and depth of wine, just like nectar poured out from the cup of God, which makes people intoxicated.

The lights in the bar cast mottled shadows on his face, but his eyes sparkled like stars, revealing determination and wisdom.

He seemed to be having a conversation with the glass of wine, exploring the secrets and stories within it.

At this moment, he seemed to be in another world, establishing a wonderful connection with this glass of wine, this bar, and this world.

"It is worthy of being the cup of God."

Hong Liqi said proudly: "This cup of wine is the result of the research of the institute. In ancient times, people sacrificed people to gods. The use of paper figures in modern times is also a scientific advancement."

Feng Feng stared at the swirling liquid in the cup, his eyes gradually becoming profound.

He seemed to see that the liquid in the glass was not just a glass of wine, but the crystallization of the institute's deep expectations and wisdom.

“Is this the institute’s opinion?”

His fingers gently stroked the rim of the cup, feeling the cool touch, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

He looked up at Kurisu, and saw a determined light in her eyes, as if to say, "Yes, we have prepared this path for you, and we hope you can accept it."

Feng Feng took a deep breath and drank the liquid in the cup. The liquid flowed through his throat, bringing an unprecedented sense of freshness and tranquility.

"Nice feeling."

He seemed to be able to feel the power contained in the liquid, the power of science, a power that could change the world.

Hong Lisu's actions were swift and decisive. She exhaled a strong breath of alcohol, feeling a little tipsy, but she was more determined to drink up the glass.

He put down the empty cup in his hand and lightly touched the rim of the cup with his fingers, as if savoring the taste of the wine.

Then, she stood up suddenly, her steps were a little unsteady, but she walked towards Feng Feng firmly.

His eyes found Feng Feng's figure in the dim bar. His bright eyes were even brighter at this moment, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

She walked up to Feng Feng, drank the remaining half glass of liquor, and then gently poured it into Feng Feng's arms, as if conveying a kind of silent courage and strength.

"Take me to see Zi'anyan." Her voice was low and firm, with an unquestionable tone.

Feng Feng steadily put down a few brand new coins in his hand, and the crisp collision sound echoed in the silent bar.

He gently helped Kurisu up. Her red hair swayed slightly with her body, but her eyes were full of determination.

The lights in the bar reflected on her rosy cheeks, adding a bit of charm to her.

The bartender stood behind the bar and nodded silently, his eyes revealing respect for Kurisu.

He whispered to Feng Feng, "Please treat the lady you are taking away well. She has extraordinary courage and wisdom."

Although the voice was soft, it echoed in the empty bar, as if it was a blessing and an exhortation.

Feng Feng nodded without saying anything. He supported Hong Liqi and walked out of the bar step by step.

The night was as dark as ink, with twinkling stars. Their figures gradually faded away in the night, leaving only the dim light in the bar, still shining quietly.

Chapter 719: Half-Demon Yashahime

Monday, June 19

"Big brother, can you tell me where I am now?"

Feng Feng was slightly startled by this sudden request, but then his eyes were as clear as jade, and he saw through the true identity of the girl in front of him.

In Yashahime: Princess Half-Demon, a monster hunter named Moroboshi, the daughter of Inuyasha and Govi.

“This is the Utopia Academy.”

At the edge of the green belt, Feng Feng and Zhu Xing walked side by side, chatting casually.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, carrying a strange smell.

Feng Feng looked around vigilantly, only to see a dark shadow flash by at the corner of the street ahead.

He was moved and whispered to Zhu Xing: "Be careful, someone may want to harm you and me."

Zhu Xing held Feng Feng's hand tightly, with fear and pride of success flashing in his eyes.

"Big brother, please protect me!"

At the corner of the street, a woman in a black robe was standing at the entrance of the alley, peeking at them, as if waiting for something.

"Don't worry, we'll go meet her together."

Feng Feng and Zhu Xing looked at each other, nodded in tacit understanding, and then rushed towards the mysterious black shadow together.

The moment the traffic light at Yujiao changed, Zhuxing's hand holding Fengfeng's hand began to emit blue electric light from the palm.

The woman in black cooperated and rushed out of the street corner, with one hand open with a seal word on it, and the other hand holding a knife sweeping towards Feng Feng's shirt pocket on his chest.

Feng Feng felt a cold and strong force coming from the black-robed woman's palm. He was shocked and tried to break free from Zhu Xing's hand. His eyes met the black-robed woman's eyes that were ready to die.

The blue electric light seemed to have a magical binding force, making his movements slow down.

The black-robed woman's eyes were firm and resolute, as if she was completing an irresistible mission.

Under the dim light of the street lamp, Feng Feng closed his eyes and could feel the power of the seal slowly seeping into his body.

His skin seemed to be burned by cold flames, painful and piercing.

However, in this brief moment, he did not feel any pain, but instead felt a strange calmness.

He heard the black-robed woman's slight gasp and the subtle sound of the words blooming in his chest, as if an ancient spell was whispered in his ear.

The picture in his mind froze at this moment, and Feng Feng felt that he was frozen in a mysterious and solemn ceremony.

Under the dim street lights, Feng Feng's figure looked particularly lonely.

He stood there in a daze, looking at his torn shirt pocket, where his precious game cards used to be hidden, but now it was empty.

The wind blew gently, taking away some of the pain, but it couldn't take away the loss in his heart.

"My heart softens again."

Not far away, Zhu Xing was closely chasing the figure of the woman in black robe, with a determined light flashing in her eyes, as if she wanted to bring the woman to justice.

"Stop, Yong... No, it's a man in black robes that I don't know."

Her movements were agile and swift, and each step landed precisely on the ground, making a slight sound.