The soothing music and the sunlight pouring in through the carved glass on the pothos give off a hint of dreaminess. Without the hustle and bustle of the night, or even the slightest stress, the whole bar is relaxed and quiet.

Wen Feng quietly sipped the wine and tasted the record carefully.

Muzi is not a talkative person, and after seeing Wen Feng's frowning brows soothed, he picked up a clean rag and gently wiped the tables and chairs.

Qin Hao in the black and white space room closed his eyes, enjoying the peace and tranquility, completely relaxing his mood. Thoughts also drifted towards Wen Feng unconsciously.

A gust of wind blew in through the window, rattling the calendar.

"It's so windy today," Wen Feng said casually, glancing towards the calendar:

November 21, 2072

Monday

light snow

The retro-style clock next to it sounded 11 times

The TV shows a heavy snow in the north, but in H City, the sun is shining, and those hardy pothos and holly are swaying their own greenery. The green mist flew up and down, and the air was filled with intoxicating smells.

"Muzi, it's so cold here." Wen Feng wrapped his clothes tightly, poured a sip of wine, and asked Muzi, "Look at Xiaoxue, you can't turn on the heating when it's so cold?" It doesn't matter if there are fewer people, the service must be in place. ”

Mu Zi glanced at the central air conditioner above his head, picked up the silk handkerchief in his hand and continued to wipe the empty wine glass, and persuaded in a low voice: "Drink less!" When I got home, my sister-in-law said again. ”

"She doesn't care about me anymore, she won't say anything." Wen Feng pointed towards Moutai on the wine shelf: "Here's a bottle of that!" ~Right! That's the Flying! ”

Mu Zi glanced at Wen Feng, and saw that he was in a bad mood, just like those men and women who came to buy drunk, he sighed in a low voice, took off Moutai, opened the cork, and pushed it to this side: "Drink less." ”

Worried, Muzi stared at Wen Feng from time to time and didn't leave. I thought in my heart, if Wen Feng was completely drunk, he would help him to rest on the sofa behind him, and wait for him to wake up.

Wen Feng's alcohol consumption was very poor, and after the PIO went down, and then after the excitement of Moutai, his head buzzed with a clear sound, and his head became groggy. Despite this, the consciousness is extremely clear, and the chatterbox character explodes.

"Muzi, let me tell you...... This woman just has to coax, can't lose her temper! If you lose your temper! I said that if they lose their temper, they will be with ...... The bar is on...... Yes, it's on the bar. Wen Feng said, his body shook left and right a few times, so that he couldn't fall off the high chair.

Mu Zi snatched the wine bottle and wine glass with one hand, turned from behind the bar, and walked towards the back hall rest area with Wen Feng in his arms.

It is a small area, less than 10 square meters, and the lights are a little dim, and it is Muzi's private territory, which is not open to the public.

A plate of snacks and a few books sit on a crystal stone coffee table, and a dying lily is randomly inserted in a ceramic bottle. Surrounded by two couches and several sets of freestanding sofas, the leather work looks understated and luxurious. The crystal lamps on the roof shine down, shining through those flower-shaped skylights, quite a bit of the taste of Yaochi Immortal Palace.

"Now it's going to be a break here, I'll come over when it's not busy in a while." Muzi placed Wen Feng on a couch, adjusted the leather sofa into a sofa bed, and then walked towards the front bar.

"Can I still ...... Can you still ...... Drink! Wen Feng shouted loudly, waved his hand around him again, and saw that no one paid attention to him, so he shook his body twice and put a "big" word on the bed.

In a daze, Wen Feng seemed to have come to a place where birds and flowers were fragrant. The breeze blows, and the boundless flowers gently sway, twinkling with the stars.

Not far away, there is a sea with waves on top of it. Silvery-white fish leap around on the surface of the water.

Wen Feng was curious, looked at the boundless sea and shook his head.

Although there are a lot of fish, there are no fishing tools, and even the whole sea is full of dangerous smell, which makes Wen Feng's heart swell with a commotion that makes his heart palpitate, this kind of induction from the intensive training of the special forces has allowed him to avoid death again and again, and this appearance made him avoid the sea far away, giving up the act of playing around in the sea.

There is a half-acre square pond in the middle of the sea of flowers, and there is a circular altar in the middle of the square pond, and the spring water gushes from the altar, flowing towards the surroundings.

Wen Feng stared at the altar deadly, and touched his waist with both hands, but when he found that there was nothing, a trace of panic appeared on his face. Then he picked up fist-sized rocks to the sides, and he waved them with both hands as he walked cautiously forward.

The reason for this was that he saw a different presence in the air: a man floating on that circular altar!

From the sea of flowers to the circular altar, there is not no road, but a palm-wide path.

Due to weathering, these rocks have also been damaged to varying degrees. With Wen Feng's exertion, the surrounding stones rolled up, rubbed against each other, and the top of the mountain began to fall down with sand and gravel, and there was a tendency to collapse in an instant.

After all, Wen Feng is from a special forces, and these roads are difficult to pass, but they are not impassable. After a few clever exertions, Wen Feng jumped onto the center platform and looked towards the man in the center.

The figure is tall, burly, handsome, extraordinary temperament, not angry and self-threatening, as if with the momentum of ten thousand thunders. Wen Feng only glanced at it, and he felt a surge of strength surging up and down his body, and a touch of reverence welled up in the heart of the altar man.

It seems that this man is extremely similar to himself, maybe it is the bloodline left here by the ancestors of that area, Wen Feng's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he looked towards Qin Hao.

He made up his mind: even if he was hindered, he would thoroughly find out who this man was!

When he looked at the man again, the sense of oppression that Wen Feng had just now disappeared, and instead Wen Feng saw clearly the meaning of the pattern represented by the altar man: giving, protecting, and empowering.

As if the tide of time had reversed in an instant, he could clearly see Qin Hao's hand swing out a small magic circle towards the left. It's like borrowing the text of the situational pattern.

An unprecedented sense of oppression came up, and in an instant, Wen Feng had the move of kneeling and surrendering and singing about conquest.

A layer of boundless coercion stuck heavily on top of his head, causing him to slam downward, and finally knelt on one knee on the altar, and the coercion slowly dissipated.

From his point of view, he saw that the man had stretched out an index finger in his right hand and stretched it out towards him, as if he was expecting something.

Wen Feng watched quietly, and it seemed that in an instant, the portrait he had seen sounded. Surprised and surprised, he stretched out his finger towards the humanoid statue in front of him.

After a moment, the two fingers were tightly together.

A blue absorbent light flickered from between the fingers of the two, illuminating the sea of flowers. A clear blue light enveloped the two men.

"My name is Qin Hao, I'm from November 21, 3433, where are you here?" Qin Hao had already recognized that the man in front of him was Wen Feng, but he didn't know the current time, so he took the lead in asking.

"What? 3433 years?! Wen Feng looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and only then did he dare to ask with the smile that appeared on Qin Hao's face: "Is it really from the future?" ”

Qin Hao saw a trace of doubt on the face of this receptionist, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he lowered his face

"Why do you say that?" ”

"Back to my lord, this is too mysterious, a large-scale collision scene!" Wen Feng's face was worried, and it was obvious that he was extremely interested in this thing that traveled through the future. The display of his child's wish made him once again shout loudly and incoherently.

"My lord, this is November 21, 2072! Light snow! I've just seen it, and it's true! If it's fake! If you don't believe me, come with me to the tavern later. "It's true that Wen Feng is a cold special soldier, and now he is completely immersed in the ocean of science fiction and can't extricate himself.

Perhaps, from his heart, he would rather Qin Hao bring him over and complete the equipment for traveling through time and space without energy.

It's just that it didn't last long to pay off, and I heard the administrator's roar: "What are you rubbing!" Hurry up! ”

In a state of extreme tension, he could only do so, expecting to wait until everything was over before he seriously thought about the source of the sound.

Everything changed from the moment I entered the tavern...... Oh no! It was from the moment the daughter-in-law returned to her parents' house that the sky fell apart. Without her presence, Wen Feng's eyes flashed with a strong and aggressive heart, and he looked towards Qin Hao: "My lord, can I go over there?" ”

"To me?" Qin Hao's expression was stunned, thinking about the possibility of this kind of thing, he shook his wrist lightly and thought for a moment before saying: "This method is feasible, but this method will bring a great physical load, and the current body can't do it at all, forcibly crossing, and the body will turn into a cloud of blood mist in an instant." ”

"My lord, how can I cross time and space?" After Wen Feng received the assurance that Qin Hao could cross, his face was inexplicably excited, and he couldn't help but ask about the crossing method.

"Uh...... I'm afraid I can't do it now, my body strength can't reach it, even if I rely on anti-pressure to obey this. Qin Hao thought that the cross-time and space-spanning guardian robe he was wearing was jointly developed by the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau and the Starfleet Huaxia Branch in 3107, which was more than a thousand years different from the current year 2072, and there was an insurmountable gap between material molecules during this period.

In addition, even if Qin Hao provided future Space Marines costumes that could help them travel through time and space freely, it could cause serious consequences. After all, now in 2072, there is no knowledge of outer space, and he is full of curiosity about those alien races, and after curiosity, he will frantically plunder life on various planets.

Wen Feng had a little loneliness on his face, and after bowing his head and thinking for a moment, he recovered again.

Technology far ahead of the times is a double-edged sword, the technology brought by it cannot be digested, and the inclination and buying foreign is a kind of sadness in itself. Although Wen Feng could not inherit anything from Qin Hao, this practice itself was a kind of inheritance.

Just like the history of mankind, exploration and discovery, practice and prosperity.