Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 387

Said: "All about today's tail, get rid of it."

"Yes, Professor Xu." Standard and forceful reply.

In the slowly driving car, Xu Qingyu looked at the sleepy face of the boy in his arms with closed eyes without blinking, and there was a soft light in his eyes.

Sure enough, he still prefers the obedient and obedient little guy when we first met.

Although there were some accidents in the middle, the little guy's life was filled with people who shouldn't exist, but...

The fingertips gently moved down the delicate cheeks of the closed-eyed boy until they reached his slightly closed soft lips. The man's face was light and deep.

Soon, these accidents will be dust blown on the wind.

Does not leave a trace of dust.

In the system space, Chu Jingran was thinking about such a play, but he really did not expect that Xu Qingyu would suddenly drug him.

So now comes the question, what is the purpose of drugging him?

Kill him?

Chu Jingran ruled out this idea at first, because although he didn't know Xu Qingyu's plan at present, he could be sure of one thing, Xu Qingyu would never kill him.

Because the fetters of genes are relative.

In the script, Xu Qingyu, who had little contact with the little fox, used it as an experiment, but kept it alive from the beginning to the end, and was not willing to kill it. Then, now that there are more intersections, Xu Qingyu Qing Yu would not kill him casually.

Furthermore, although Chu Jingran stayed at home quietly these days, he kept paying attention to the surroundings of the closed house.

calm.

This is the only information that has been fed back from around the closed house in recent days. Almost a month has passed since that night, but no force from any side has come to inquire about the situation around the closed house.

From this, Chu Jingran could infer that Xu Qingyu most likely did not tell the third person her identity.

He is protecting himself in disguise, or in other words, he wants to hold himself firmly in his hands.

He would not harm himself, but now he is acting uncharacteristically, ignoring the threat brought by Feng Ze, and suddenly drugging himself, after thinking about it, Chu Jingran can only think of one thing.

Xu Qingyu wanted to use herself to deal with other people.

Currently, there is only one person who can be influenced by himself - Feng Ze!

If this line of thinking is correct, then...

Squinting his eyes, Chu Jingran smiled playfully. He was really sleepy and someone gave him a pillow. In that case, he just needs to follow the trend.

[No. 520, help me exchange passive items - memory retention. 】

【Good host. 】

Ding—the item [Memory Retention] has been exchanged successfully, and 6000 points will be deducted.

After exchanging the props, No. 520 said: [So the host, is he planning to tamper with your memory? 】

[I don't know. 】

number 520:……

Then you spend 6000 points to exchange for this item?

……

The mechanical sound from the mobile phone was like a guillotine hanging above his head. Along with not answering the phone for a long time, anxiety quickly rose in Feng Ze's mind.

Until the same monotony came countless times...

'The number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later. '

Familiar with the monotonous electronic sound, Feng Ze closed his eyes, and his fingers seemed to want to completely crush the phone in his palm.

In his heart, Feng Ze told himself over and over again, maybe Weiwei didn't hear the ringtone, maybe he didn't see the phone, maybe it was too noisy around, maybe Weiwei got angry with him...

Countless self-comforts could not suppress the pervasive, crazily growing fear and anxiety in his heart, as if he wanted to completely smash his entire life into pieces.

It turns out... is he also afraid?

With trembling imperceptible fingertips, Feng Ze dialed a number, and the phone rang once before being connected, followed by a slightly surprised voice.

"Mr. Feng?"

The closed house was condensed into the dead living room, the man with his head down and his eyes drawn weakly opened his lips, and a low voice came from under the indistinct facial features.

"Help me investigate something..."

……

The car drove all the way into the heavily guarded villa area, and stopped in front of a modern European-style villa. The driver in the front got out of the car and quickly opened the back door for someone. After that, Xu Qingyu, who was holding the person, came down. .

Accompanied by his footsteps heading towards the villa without stopping, a chilling voice that was so faint that it could not be heard floated in the air.

"I need a week."

On all sides of the villa, countless secret sentries were secretly on standby.

The interior of the villa is in a warm and simple style. The main color blended with beige and warm tones makes the whole space look clean and gentle at first glance, but the white walls and spotless reflective floor tiles are inexplicable. It makes people have an indescribable indifference, just like his master.

Although the eyebrows and eyes are always smiling, the depths of the pupils are always soaked in ice that will not melt for thousands of years.

but now……

ice cold