Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 830 The Man in Black

In the end, Yang Cong drove Qiao Yuwen home.

And Ren Yingying went to find Solanum nigrum.

Sitting in the car, Yang Cong drove the car silently without speaking.

"Yingying really met a good man." Qiao Yuwen seemed to be laughing at herself as she spoke.

"You can also find a good man." Yang Cong drove the car and said, "Good for you."

"No, I have no chance." Qiao Yuwen shook his head with a wry smile.

"Opportunities are created by oneself." Yang Cong said: "If a person can't even control his own life, how can he be a person."

"You're right, but..." Qiao Yuwen looked at Yang Cong, and said with a smile, "Why don't you think I didn't see how artistic you are before?"

"I'm overwhelmed." Yang Cong said, "I was just a dick before, how could I get such a rich and beautiful person to pay attention to me?"

"In fact, sometimes, high status is not necessarily good." Qiao Yuwen looked at the sky full of stars outside the car, looking a little lost.

Yang Cong didn't reply, but just drove like this.

To him, Qiao Yuwen was just a passer-by, he was not interested and didn't want to get in touch with anything.

Now he is also very satisfied.

What he has to wait for is to unlock all the secrets of the system one day in the future.

The car drove along the road to the suburbs outside the city. Although Yang Cong didn't know why Qiao Yuwen said that their home was in the suburbs, this had nothing to do with him. His task was just to send Qiao Yuwen to the destination.

"Right here, stop."

Yang Cong's car drove to a villa, and Qiao Yuwen also got off here.

"Thank you, I hope you will recognize me in the next meeting." Qiao Yuwen smiled, waved to Yang Cong, then turned and walked into the villa.

Hearing this, Yang Cong couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Although he couldn't see any changes in Qiao Yuwen's body, this change should not harm Qiao Yuwen.

But as for why Qiao Yuwen said this, it is a bit thought-provoking.

"I hope you will recognize me in the next meeting."

These words kept echoing in Yang Cong's mind, and his head was also thinking at high speed, what exactly did it mean.

Does it mean that I hope Yang Cong will remember her in the next meeting?
Or. . . . .The next time we meet, it won't be her anymore?
"No, this Qiao Yuwen is asking me for help!"

At this time, Qiao Yuwen had already disappeared from Yang Cong's sight, but Yang Cong was not worried, and directly let go of his spiritual sense to search Qiao Yuwen like a blanket.

Finally, in a deep mountain, Yang Cong found the figure of Qiao Yuwen, but what surprised Yang Cong was that this Qiao Yuwen just got out of the car and did not save him, so he was so far away from him?It shouldn't be.

Putting down his thoughts, Yang Cong got out of the car and ran towards Qiao Yuwen.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"What does the man who brought you back have anything to do with you?" A cold word pierced Qiao Yuwen's body like a knife made of ice and snow.

"He's just my classmate and has nothing to do with me." Qiao Yuwen smiled wryly.

"It doesn't matter. If you dare to play tricks, I don't mind killing one more mouse." The cold voice came again.

Immediately afterwards, in front of Qiao Yuwen, a man in black wearing black night clothes and a black mask appeared.

"Let's go."

The man in black directly pulled Qiao Yuwen up and walked into the deep forest.

Qiao Yuwen was pulled by the man in black just like a piece of cargo.

"Yang Cong, I don't know if today is the last time we will see each other." Qiao Yuwen was thinking about Yang Cong's almost perfect face.

She used to help him, but he thought she was giving him alms, so he broke with her.

This also made her extremely heartbroken.

"Speaking of which, you showed up here in the middle of the night, do you want to do something sneaky?"

A voice suddenly appeared, causing the man in black who was holding Qiao Yuwen to tighten his expression, and looked around very cautiously.

When Qiao Yuwen heard this voice, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but he was also very sad.

"Who is your Excellency, if you want to speak, don't hide and be a coward." The man in black said in a deep voice.

"Okay, let me come out, and I will show you."

And just as the man in black listened to the voice, he was concentrating on alerting his surroundings, hoping to find the person who spoke.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of the man in black.

"Not good." The man in black responded in time, but it was over.

"Snapped...."

A slap instantly resounded through the entire forest.

And the man in black who was standing there had already flown tens of meters away.

At the spot where the man in black was standing just now, a figure appeared at some point.

Seeing the person coming, Qiao Yuwen immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Yang Cong!"

"Yes." Yang Cong nodded slightly, and then asked Qiao Yuwen, "Who is this black man?"

"He..." Qiao Yuwen glanced at him and hesitated to speak.

"If you don't tell me, then I'll ask him myself." Yang Cong turned his gaze to the man in black and asked directly, "Who are you?"

At that time, the man in black spat out blood, and then said with a smile: "I didn't expect that you are also a warrior."

"I'm asking you something, what a fart you are."

Yang Cong directly slapped the man in black with his hand across the air, and the man in black was also slapped inexplicably, spitting out a mouthful of blood again.

"This..." Looking at Yang Cong's miraculous power, Qiao Yuwen looked on in a daze.

The worries in my heart were also swept away.

"I'll give you one more chance, say it yourself, and I'll spare you." Yang Cong came to the face of the man in black, looked down at the man in black, and said.

"Hahahaha, it's impossible." The man in black knew that he was no match for Yang Cong, so. . . . . .

So the man in black took out a dagger from his waist and stabbed at his heart.

However. . . . .With Yang Cong here, how could he let him succeed.

With a direct wave of his hand, the dagger in his hand was blown away.

"Since you don't tell me, I'll come and find it myself." Yang Cong put one hand on his head.

"Soul search, open!"

Constantly searching for the memory of the man in black, Yang Cong has been looking for the memory he wants.

at last. . . . . . . . . . . .

Yang Cong let out a soft breath.

Then turned to look at Qiao Yuwen: "Do you want to explain all this to me?"

(End of this chapter)