The real world and my dream world are truly connected across thousands of years.

So what exactly is this for?

Is this dream of mine a dream, or is it reality?

If it is a dream, why do historical data change?

Why does my touch feel so real?

What are these immersive, touching, ups and downs movie blockbusters, these classic songs that are better than each other, and these immersive games with full texture?

My brainstorming ability can't be that strong.

But if this is reality, then why do I wake up in my own bed after I die?

Shouldn't death be a clean and tidy death?

Also, after I woke up and returned to reality, why did I come here again in my sleep a month later?

The time has returned to October 26, 3019 AD, eight o'clock in the morning?

One hundred thousand whys turned into one hundred thousand chains, wrapping him up and turning him into a mummy.

Chen Feng has read a lot of online novels, especially those about time travel. He is quite neurotic and boasts that he has seen a lot of the world.

Even if he really travels to a fantasy world where powerful fighting sects are everywhere and there are as many holy magicians as dogs, he thinks he can accept it.

But the situation he encountered left him completely at a loss.

He was confused for a long time, and he didn't come back to his senses until his stomach growled with hunger.

Chen Feng sighed, realizing that with his mediocre qualifications, he really couldn't figure out such a profound and complex philosophical issue.

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it.

"Count the ball! Hurry up and learn the guitar and copy songs!"

While Chen Feng was cooking rice, he ordered Xiao Wei to play "Boring".

"Uh, by the way, this is Zhong Lei's first song. If I copy it, will it completely reverse her fate and kill her as Beethoven?"

"this……"

He hesitated for about ten seconds, and Zhong Lei's disgusting face appeared in his mind, which was quite ugly.

He was inexplicably full of bad words and his attitude was so blunt that he couldn't even tolerate it.

I've been practicing hard for a month avoiding you like a thief. Even if I bump into you by chance, it's not too late. It's only eight or nine o'clock at night, and you have to complain to me.

Chen Feng felt that he owed her nothing, but he was treated as an enemy.

Therefore, the feeling of indebtedness that just vaguely emerged in his heart was instantly beaten by his "conscience", until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and it died down.

copy!

She deserved it if she was copied!

Who said her song is the closest to 2019, has the most suitable style, has the highest success rate, and is the safest?

Anyway, I have already tried my best to lick you.

I can’t lick you because you didn’t give me a chance!

Chen Feng even felt a sense of revenge.

I told you to look down on me.
Chapter completed!