Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Han Changqing paused, thinking he heard wrongly.

"Okay, I understand." Han Changqing said.

After hanging up the phone, he drove away.

Seeing Xiao Yichu's car parked on the side of the road, Han Changqing parked the car on the side of the road, strode across the road and approached her, and a truck drove by.

A "hoo" sound flashed past my eyes.

Han Changqing subconsciously stepped back. When the truck drove away, Xiao Yichu was no longer around on the other side of the road.

"Xiao Liu." Han Changqing called out quickly.

Unfortunately, the road was deserted at night, not a single soul in sight.

He stood on the roadside and frowned, feeling a bit sinister. He looked at the smiling face painted on the ground. Han Changqing raised his hand and put his forehead behind his head, feeling that his eyesight was dark.

"Wow!" At this time, a bucket of ice water was poured down from the head.

The cold water turned into frost and Han Changqing woke up instantly. Someone grabbed his arm and dragged him back. Feng Wu's voice sounded: "Don't say anything now, come back with me."

"I just saw Xiao Liu." Han Changqing said.

Feng Wu looked around cautiously and said, "Didn't you notice something was wrong? Everything is probably an illusion."

"Illusions come from the mind. If I guess correctly, we all fell into the trap at some point and couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams." Feng Wu said.

Han Changqing listened and drew out his dagger and cut his palm.

The pain made him feel much more awake. He looked at the woman in front of him and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Bang" Feng Wu was so angry that he raised his leg and kicked him, and then said coldly: "Now do you think I am real or fake?"

"..." Han Changqing's mouth twitched.

He was forcibly dragged away by Feng Wu. There was no one on the road, and the surroundings were still foggy. It was obviously S city, but it seemed very strange.

"Get in the car." Feng Wu said.

She drove away, drove the car into the Xiao family's forbidden area, parked it there and turned off the engine.

"Did things start to go wrong when Xiao Liu went to meet Gong Ling?" A scene kept popping up in Han Changqing's mind. He was following Xiao Yichu.

If that's the case, that's really terrible.

"I don't know." Feng Wu said.

No matter who I want to contact now, I can't.

"The dragon's veins are on fire." Han Changqing looked up and saw the mountain not far away, like a sleeping dragon. At this moment, the fire was soaring into the sky, as if it was going to burn a hole in the sky.

He was about to get out of the car, but Feng Wu caught him.

"Do you want to die?" Feng Wu asked.

Han Changqing moved his lips, wanting to say something. Seeing Feng Wu's face decaying, he stared with wide eyes. He was about to say something, but her neck was pinched by her.

"You, you." Han Changqing was choked so hard that he couldn't breathe.

He was unable to be lifted up by her, and he vaguely heard a "click" in his neck. Han Changqing's eyes widened and he looked at her for a long time. Harsh laughter came from his ears, and he gradually lost consciousness.

"Ah." Han Changqing kept struggling and tried his best to get up.

He opened his eyes and looked around, and found himself lying on a bed. Cold sweat continued to seep from his forehead and slid down his cheeks. He was breathing heavily.

"Why am I here?" Han Changqing thought to himself.

He lifted up the quilt and was about to get out of bed when he saw Feng Wu walking in with a bowl.

"You're so sick and you still want to get out of bed? Just lie down for me." She said, stepping forward and forcing him to the bed, and handed him the medicine bowl.

Han Changqing didn't answer. She had no patience and forced him to drink the medicine.

"Who are you?" Han Changqing looked at the familiar face with some shadows.

Feng Wu put the bowl on the table, looked at him coldly and said, "Are you crazy?"