Today's outbreak of Mo Feng still made Sun Xiaoru a little jealous, after all, he showed his hand because of Zhou Zichen, a girl, and she was always a little entangled in her heart.

Suddenly, the tinkling sound of the heavens sounded.

"Class leader, help me take a leave of absence tomorrow, I have a stomachache."

Sun Xiaoru couldn't help laughing, showing her cute little white teeth, and she could think of such a shameful reason.

"The kind that happens once a month?"

Mo Feng was stunned, if it was before, he might not be able to react, and the dormitory couldn't help but smile, "Maybe I've been overwhelmed recently, I promise, I will rush to 800 points with the fat man before the registration deadline, live up to the high expectations of the class leader, and hope that the class leader will support me a lot." ”

"Enzhun, kneel down."

"Chirp~~~~~~ is still the most reliable class leader!"

"That's when I said it doesn't count!" Sun Xiaoru's proud little nose on the other end moved.

Mo Feng made a successful gesture to the fat man, the class leader was as reliable as ever, and suddenly, Mo Feng's face was as pale as paper.

In the Battle of Sun Lake, Sun Xiaoru's battleships were responsible for supporting the army, but due to the complete rout of the battle situation and the ferocity of the alien air force, the military headquarters ordered the fleet to retreat, but Sun Xiaoru told them to hold on, and she would definitely come to the rescue of them.

In the end, Mo Feng and the fat man still retreated with their troops, but Sun Xiaoru ......

Looking at the mirror, Mo Feng's face was a little pale, this epiphany made his heart ache, at least eighty percent of it was probably his cause of Sun Xiaoru's death, for the first time, he hated his previous self, lazy, incompetent, and willful......

At this moment, there was a stabbing pain in his chest, like a knife cutting, Mo Feng was stunned, visible to the naked eye, there was a petal-like scar in the heart of his left chest little by little, every inch made his chest feel a sense of cutting, Mo Feng wiped his eyes and rubbed his chest, it was not an illusion, inexplicable, something like a tattoo, and there was a material similar to soft metal when he touched it carefully.

Feeling his physical condition, he didn't seem to have any reaction, Mo Feng could only put it down temporarily, there were too many incredible things happening to him, and this change made him unsurprising.

"Boss, did you fall off the toilet, I'm going to call 120." The fat man outside shouted, the fat man was in a very good mood, and Mo Feng raised his eyebrows and exhaled his eyebrows.

Mo Feng took a deep breath, it is not difficult for him to control his emotions now, after all, if he can't even control his emotions well on the battlefield, there will be no scum left, Mo Feng who came out looked at the fat man who was still proud, "Are you sure you want to learn marksmanship?" ”

"Of course!" Zhang Wulei was indeed stimulated a little, and he was indeed the most interested in marksmanship in all the training.

"Good!" Mo Feng nodded, in the next few days, Zhang Wulei deeply regretted his decision, what the hell is this?

Mo Feng has formulated an exclusive special training plan for Zhang Wulei, who knows better than Mo Feng that so stimulating the power of genes, Zhang Wulei's strength is stronger and will have more insurance in the future, and the most important thing is that since he has returned, he will inevitably change the course of this history, he does not understand the "time paradox" and does not know what the butterfly effect will look like, but since he is back, he must find a way to prevent the disaster from happening, even if he can't stop the invasion of the alien race, he can't repeat the great rout of mankind, and his strength will increase, At least let Zhang Wulei have a better ability to protect himself, or enter the high-level, and he will not die.

But the fat man couldn't pay attention to Mo Feng's good intentions, in his eyes Mo Feng was really crazy, this kind of physical training was even more uncomfortable than killing him, but the problem was that Mo Feng's own training was at least five times that of him......

Whenever he saw the intensity of Mo Feng's training, tens of thousands of divine beasts had stepped on it in the fat man's heart, and he also carried 10,000 critical hits, not to mention, although it was painful, he could really persevere.

It's just that at the dinner table, both of them are like ghosts reincarnated like crazy eaters, in the past, the fat man was a little more restrained for the sake of body shape, since the beginning of special training, high protein and high fat are his favorites, and Mo Feng on the other side is not too reckless, in the early stage of mastering the power of genes, the body needs to take in a lot of energy to cope with this change, which is common sense in wartime, but it has not been popularized at this stage.

The fat man only thought that Mo Feng was really a prodigal son, and he was also happy for his buddies in his heart, so he became a sparring partner, Mo Feng's time was basically spent on training and watching current news, and even Zhou Zichen and Sun Xiaoru refused several summons.

Just plunged headlong into the sea of information, it is even more insignificant, Mo Feng sorted out his thoughts, in fact, there are only two assumptions for him:

The first is that the aliens and the Lunarians are not related, as evidenced by the fact that the Moons also suffered heavy losses from the alien invasions, and that the Moonmen did not do anything good in doing so.

The attack of the alien race has a certain foresight, and it should have some kind of prediction ability, that is, the advanced alien race that has not yet been discovered by humans, because in the three years of war, there are no parasitic aliens in science fiction movies.

In this case, Mo Feng only needs to enter the inner circle, so that his speech will not be too humble, and he can influence the decision-making of the human army.

This is the most ideal state, the defeat of humanity comes from lack of strength and preparation, as for the scream of the base is just a misunderstanding, or it may be that there is a rebellion on the moon.

The second is that the alien race has something to do with the lunar people, then the problem is serious, which means that it is a complete conspiracy, the moon's space technology is completely ahead of the earth, basically the current interstellar expedition nine CD is from the moon, and the remaining one percent is just funded by the earth, and it is not impossible for the moon to produce technology and attract alien races.

In the three years of the Great War, the Moon Army lost about forty percent, which is very serious, but compared to ninety percent of the earth, it is definitely considered to have preserved its strength, if this is the case, then the moon must be able to communicate with other races, and ordinary people only get the wrong news, mistakenly thinking that they cannot communicate.

If so, everything is possible, and it can also confirm the news of the final base, the final battle, if the earth's combat power is not supported by the lunar air force, the earth army will be completely wiped out, and the moon will definitely be the only one, as for how they can settle the alien race, this is what he can't imagine.

If that's the case, he'll need to get more information about the Moon, not the processed information on the market, which will also require him to get to a certain location.

Mo Feng didn't want to complicate things, these two inferences actually had the same flaws, the first was too naïve and simple, and the second had some paradoxes, the loss of the moon was too heavy, and how to settle the alien race, but no matter what the situation was, he needed to go further before he could judge, and thinking about it would only lead him into a quagmire.

Mo Feng, who had cleared his thoughts, exhaled deeply, to be honest, he could do it, he really didn't want to use his brain, looking at the fat man who was training the side, Mo Feng needed to vent, of course...... It's not about looking for a fat man.

(I want to have such a group of brothers who fight together, I have always felt that comradeship is the most reliable, partners, ask for a recommendation vote, thank you!) ）