In the end, Yang Cong drove Qiao Yuwen home.

And Ren Yingying is going to find nightshade.

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

"Yingying really met a good man." Qiao Yuwen seemed to be laughing at himself when he spoke.

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

"No, I don't have a chance." Qiao Yuwen shook his head with a wry smile.

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

"That's right, but 。。。。。" Qiao Yuwen looked at Yang Cong and said with a smile: "You said why didn't I see you so literary and artistic before." ”

"It's over." Yang Cong said: "In the past, I was just a dick, how could I let you pay attention to such a white rich beauty." ”

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

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

For him, Qiao Yuwen was just a passerby, and he was not interested in or wanted 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, but this had nothing to do with him, his task was just to send Qiao Yuwen to his destination.

"That's it, stop."

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

"Thank you, I hope you can still recognize me in the next meeting." Qiao Yuwen smiled, waved his hand at Yang Cong, and then turned around and walked towards the villa.

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

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

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

"Hopefully, you'll recognize me at the next meeting."

This sentence kept echoing in Yang Cong's mind, and his head was also thinking at high speed, what does this mean.

Is it said that the next meeting hopes that Yang Cong will still remember her?

Or is it 。。。。。 The next time we meet, it won't be her anymore?

"No, this Qiao Yuwen is begging 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 divine sense to search Qiao Yuwen in a carpet manner.

Finally, in a deep mountain, Yang Cong found Qiao Yuwen is figure, but what made Yang Cong strange was that this Qiao Yuwen had just gotten out of the car and was so far away from him? It shouldn't be.

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

。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

"What does the man who sent you back have anything to do with you?" A cold word stabbed at Qiao Yuwen like a knife made of ice and snow.

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

"It doesn't matter, if you dare to play any 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 appeared who was wearing a black night suit and a black mask.

"Let's go."

The man in black directly picked up Qiao Yuwen and walked towards the deep forest.

Qiao Yuwen was also like a piece of goods, just like that, pulled by the man in black.

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

She used to help him, but he thought she was giving him charity, so he cut her off.

It also made her heart ache immensely.

"Anyway, you guys are here in the middle of the night, do you want to do something to steal chickens and dogs?"

A voice suddenly appeared, making the black-clothed man who was holding Qiao Yuwen look nervous, and looked around very cautiously.

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

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

"Okay, you let me come out, I'll come out to show you."

And just as the man in black listened to the voice, he was engrossed in his surroundings and hoped to find the person who spoke.

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

"Not good." The man in black also reflected in time, but it was already over.

"Smack..."

A slap instantly resounded throughout the deep forest.

And the man in black who was originally standing there had already flown out dozens of meters away at this moment.

Just where the man in black was standing, I don't know when a figure appeared.

Seeing the comer, Qiao Yuwen immediately exclaimed: "Yang Cong! ”

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

"He... Qiao Yuwen glanced at it, and then stopped.

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

The man in black spat out blood, and then smiled: "I really didn't expect that you are actually a martial artist." ”

"I'm asking you, you're talking."

Yang Cong directly slapped the man in black in the air, and the man in black was also inexplicably fanned, and spit out a mouthful of blood again.

"This 。。。。。" Looking at Yang Cong's divine power, Qiao Yuwen was stunned when he watched from the sidelines.

The original worries in my heart were also swept away.

"Give you another chance, say it yourself, and I can spare you from dying." Yang Cong came to the face of the man in black, looked at the man in black condescendingly, and said.

"Hahahaha, it can't be." The man in black knew that he was not Yang Cong's opponent at all, so he 。。。。。。

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

But what。。。。。 Yang Cong is here, how can he let him succeed.

With a direct wave of his hand, he knocked the dagger in his hand away.

"Since you don't say it yourself, I'll find it myself." Yang Cong directly pressed one hand on his head.

"Soul search, open!"

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

At last............

Yang Cong exhaled lightly.

Then he turned his head to look at Qiao Yuwen: "Do you want to explain all this to me." ”