Feng Wuhen's inner voice left everyone present stunned. When Song Bieli heard that he knew his identity, his eyes went wide. He was so shocked that he failed to notice his father and the others were equally frozen in place.
Being able to fly through the sky without a sword, airplanes really are amazing.
And subways and high-speed rail—their travel is far more convenient than ours, especially since ordinary people can use them too.
Also, they have so much delicious food over there! Things we don't have here at all.
That milk tea looks pretty good, and it comes in so many flavors. There's also hotpot and spicy hotpot—their fresh, fragrant, numbing, and spicy appearance really makes one drool.
Besides all that delicious food and those useful means of transportation, everyone there can read and write. Their medical arts are also vastly different from ours. Cutting people open not only doesn't kill them—it can even cure illnesses.
No matter how one looked at it, that was an extraordinarily prosperous world!
It was just that my grandnephew was a little too unlucky. Right after finishing all his studies, he was killed by something falling from a great height, then reincarnated into our world with his memories intact.
As Song Bieli listened to Feng Wuhen's inner voice, two streams of hot tears rolled down his face. He screamed inwardly, I finally survived the graduation defense under that great demon of our department, only to get smashed to death by a flowerpot right after! Even if I was fated to die, couldn't I have kicked the bucket before my defense?!
The more he thought about it, the more cheated he felt. Song Bieli opened his throat and wailed loudly, his cries jolting awake the people who had been stunned by Feng Wuhen's inner