Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 854 Identity?

"Report to the queen, the data is out."

"Read!"

"Yang Cong, from Huaxia, his parents passed away due to illness a few years ago, he was the boss of a listed company before coming to Tianhe City, but he didn't know what happened, so he directly transferred the company and came to Tianhe City."

Atuo held the data panel in his hand and read it to Morgana who was sitting opposite.

Hearing this, Morgana frowned: "Read the key points!"

These are not what Morgana wants to know, what she wants to know is deeper.

"Yes." A Tuo saw Morgana like this, and hurriedly continued: "According to the database we read, we don't know the identity of Yang Cong yet."

"I don't know?" Morgana was stunned at first, and then her face was instantly angry: "Why do I raise you, I can't even check the data of a mortal, what are you doing for food, if you don't want to do it, just do it Go back to raising pigs for me."

"This..." Atuo was also very helpless, and said: "Queen, it's not that we are weak, but that we can't find any data about Yang Cong at all. This Yang Cong is very important to us. It's a total mystery."

"Mystery? A mortal?" Morgana looked at Ato, feeling a little funny.

"Yes, based on the bits and pieces of information we read, it can be estimated." A Tuo said: "This Yang Cong's genes have surpassed ours, are more advanced than ours, and have a strong genetic lock." , making it impossible for us to find out, based on the information we now know, we can guess that this Yang Cong has the genes of the Celestial Clan."

"You are simply useless. I asked you to investigate a mortal, and the information found is all estimated." Morgana was going crazy, but after thinking about it, she seriously thought about the gods that Ato said.

If Yang Cong is really a member of the Tiantian God Clan, then. . . . . . . .

"No wonder." Morgana muttered, and then said: "You go down first, and send someone to closely monitor this Yang Cong."

"Yes." A Tuo replied, then turned and left.

Morgana was the only one left sitting in the whole room.

Morgana sat on the seat, looking at the starry sky outside: "Yang Cong, I'm curious, what kind of person are you? Are you a god? Or a destroyer? Or... a savior?"

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"Ah embarrassing..." Yang Cong touched his nose.

Rui Mengmeng, who was tidying up the desktop, heard Yang Cong sneezed, turned her head and said, "Brother Yang, you must have caught a cold."

"Really?" Yang Cong was wondering if he really had a cold.

"Yes, I heard that there are quite a lot of people who have caught a cold recently." Rui Mengmeng said: "So Yang Ge, you should rest well, and let me do these things in the future."

"No." Yang Cong shook his head and said, "Even if it's really a cold, it's not a big deal."

Originally, Yang Cong didn't think he had a cold. Just kidding, how could it be possible that he had a cold.

But Rui Mengmeng's reaction surprised Yang Cong.

"No, many serious illnesses are caused by colds." Rui Mengmeng said very forcefully: "You must go to rest, if...if you really..."

What I said at first was very strong, but as I kept talking, I couldn't help but bow my head.

"What if it were me?" Yang Cong saw Du Ruimeng like this, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"It's nothing, Brother Yang, you should have a good rest." Rui Mengmeng shook her head, and then continued to sit and work.

Seeing Rui Mengmeng like that, Yang Cong couldn't help smiling, and couldn't help sighing, this little girl just couldn't stand the test of time.

After the coffee shop closed, Yang Cong and Rui Mengmeng went home.

Back home, Yang Cong was watching TV.

However, Rui Mengmeng suddenly brought over a bowl, which was filled with black liquid.

"This... what is this?" Yang Cong blinked and looked at Rui Mengmeng.

"This is the medicine I made for you to cure a cold." Rui Mengmeng said.

"This is... medicine?" Yang Cong looked at the black liquid. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like medicine. Yang Cong's nose moved a little closer, and a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine came over his face.

"Brother Yang, drink it quickly, you will be fine after drinking it." Rui Mengmeng said.

"This..." Yang Cong looked at the bowl of medicine, feeling 1 reluctances in his heart.

Yang Cong turned his head to look at Rui Mengmeng and said, "Mengmeng, actually, I don't have a cold at all, you see I'm fine."

"No, no." Rui Mengmeng shook her head resolutely, and said, "Brother Yang, you must drink."

Seeing Rui Mengmeng's concerned expression, Yang Cong didn't want to drink at first, but he finally picked up the bowl.

Look at the black liquid in this bowl.

Suddenly, a human face appeared in the bowl, seeming to mock Yang Cong.

"Drink me, drink me, drink me quickly."

"Drink me and you'll be fine."

Yang Cong stared at the ghost in front of him with wide eyes, then shook his head, realizing that it was just a hallucination.

Picking up the bowl, Yang Cong glanced at Rui Mengmeng, then closed his eyes, opened his mouth and drank it in one gulp.

After drinking. . . . .

Yang Cong's stomach felt nauseated instantly.

In the end, after Yang Cong drank it in one gulp, Yang Cong almost stuck out his tongue bitterly.

"It's so hard."

He quickly grabbed a glass of water and drank it.

After drinking it, it got better.

"Brother Yang, you'll be fine after you finish drinking." Rui Mengmeng saw that Yang Cong had finished drinking, and a smile instantly appeared on her face.

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At night, Yang Cong got up to go to the bathroom, but as soon as he walked out of the bedroom, he saw that the light in the living room was turned on.

Walking into the living room, Yang Cong saw Rui Mengmeng sitting on the sofa.

However, Rui Mengmeng didn't seem to notice Yang Cong, she was still sitting there with a daze in her eyes.

Seeing this, Yang Cong became a little curious, wondering what happened to Rui Mengmeng.

"Mengmeng, you still haven't slept so late?" Yang Cong sat down beside Rui Mengmeng.

"what!"

It's fine if Yang Cong doesn't speak, but when he speaks, Rui Mengmeng seems to be frightened.

"Yang... Brother Yang, what are you doing..." Rui Mengmeng looked at Yang Cong in surprise.

"What are you thinking, you're still up so late." Yang Cong asked.

"No, Brother Yang, I can't bear you." Rui Mengmeng shook her head with a downcast expression.

Hearing this, Yang Cong was even more puzzled, wondering why Rui Mengmeng said this.

"today....."

(End of this chapter)