Huaifeng was almost ready to blow a fuse and draw his sword, but seeing that unforgettable face, past memories came flooding back. Yet reason told him that Gu Ningxuan had already been caught in the cosmic chaos black hole, and his chances of survival were slimmer than the Insect Race conquering the entire Alliance tomorrow!
The future's technologies are incredibly advanced. A mere cosmetic surgery was no big deal.
But to look this similar, that's truly rare. It could only prove one thing from the side. He was startled for a moment, "Which hospital did you get the plastic surgery from? This skill is quite exceptional, you'd be a great fit for the Alliance Military Department..."
Gu Ning's lip twitched, deeply understanding that the young man before him was Huaifeng in his full bearish spirit, and that cold young man earlier must undoubtedly be Huaixi. Just coming back to this plane and seeing his sons, Gu Ningxuan felt quite grateful to the damnable fate.
