Take a bite of the godly male protagonist, ugh! Love Brain Eat

After saying this, he laughed out loud, and his laughter was particularly proud and happy.

Yan Yan's eyes darkened and he asked again: "Who are you?"

The man's laughter stopped abruptly, and then Yan Yan's collar suddenly tightened and he was pulled forward with force. The distance between them was shortened again, and he finally saw the face in front of him.

What caught the eye was a black and gold half-face mask with flower vines and several round beads entwined together, which reflected a mysterious and eerie cold light under the dim light of the garage.

The mask didn't have much effect because it only covered his eyes, but it seemed that as long as the eyes were covered, it would make it impossible to recognize his facial features.

The corners of his lips turned up, as if he was smiling, but there was no smile in those narrow and beautiful eyes. They were cold and gloomy, full of anger: "You don't remember her, and you don't remember me either!"

As he finished speaking, all the lights on the ceiling exploded and shattered to the ground, and the entire garage was plunged into darkness in an instant.

It was pitch black in front of him, but the man still didn't let go of his hand. He was very emotional, and there was even murderous intent in his eyes.

Yan Yan slowly pulled away his hand that was holding him, and said calmly: "The 'you' you mentioned, do you mean Yan Jiuting?"

The man was startled.

"You remember?" He quickly retorted, "That's not right, think about it again."

Yan Yan thought for a moment and said, "Since you don't want to reveal your identity, why don't you tell me who I am?"

Besides Yan Jiuting, what other identities does he have?

"You don't remember who you are, but you're still as cunning and like to trick people as before." The man sneered, "Forget about it, unless you remember it yourself."

After saying that, the man turned around and left, waving his hand without looking back: "Let's end the meeting today. I have to go see my restless little flower."

Yan Yan immediately followed: "Wait..."

The man's figure had turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared from sight. As he left, the dark space lit up again. The ground was clean and tidy. The previously scrapped vehicles were parked in their original places without any signs of damage or movement.

It was like experiencing a hallucination.

But Yan Yan knew very well that the scene that just happened, including the mysterious man who appeared, was not an illusion.

He knows himself and he also knows Fu Yuan.

He immediately called Fu Yuan. The phone rang once before being picked up. A girl's soft voice sounded, "Yan Yan."

"Fu Yuan, are you in the flower shop?"

It's almost eight o'clock now. The flower shop usually closes at seven o'clock. When the weather is cold, Fu Yuan closes it at five o'clock. After all, she doesn't rely on this to make money.

"Well, I'm getting ready to go to bed. What's wrong?" Fu Yuan asked.

Ever since Yan Yan expressed his feelings, he has become much more proactive and often sends her messages and calls her.

That person just said he was going to look for her, Yan Yan was very worried: "Don't go out, I'll look for you."

After that, he hung up the call.

Fu Yuan on the other end of the phone was a little confused when she heard the busy tone. Yan Yan had never hung up on her before, and always let her hang up first.

He sounded anxious.

Did something happen?

Fu Yuan was no longer sleepy, so she picked out the thickest pink KT cat pajamas from the closet and put them on, then went to the front to wait for Yan Yan.

In front of the flower field was a flat open space with warm-colored ground lights around it. Fu Yuan walked while lowering her head and replied to a message. Suddenly, she was tripped by something and almost dropped her phone.

She frowned and cursed, then stood still: "Who?"

How could he have tripped when there was nothing under his feet except the smooth wooden floor?

The feeling just now was like there was some obstacle blocking her.

Fu Yuan held his breath slightly, then rose from the ground and kicked hard to the left rear.

The kick hit the flesh hard, making a dull sound.

She used all her strength, but the opponent did not move at all after being hit. Fu Yuan thought something was not good and immediately retreated, but it was too late.

A hand tightly grasped her ankle and dragged her forward.

Then, she stood on one leg slightly on tiptoe, with the other leg suspended in the air at 90 degrees and held by the other person, and stopped in an awkward posture with her whole body in the other person's arms.

Fu Yuan was stunned, but her hands reacted faster than her brain. She punched the opponent's jaw hard, and then raised her other leg high and kneed, hitting the opponent's weak spot.

"Who taught you to be so shameless and use such despicable means?"

The man reacted quickly. He grabbed the girl's legs and threw her into the air. Then he caught her with one hand, turned her body around, and carried her face down on his shoulder.

Fu Yuan was being manipulated like a toy, carried so high, with her lower abdomen pressed against the man's bony shoulder blades. She almost vomited her dinner.

"Let me go! I'm going to puke!"

The man snorted and laughed: "Are you angry already? You kicked me so hard."

He was still walking, and Fu Yuan bounced on his shoulders several times. She struggled hard but couldn't get free.

Okay, okay, force her to start killing.

The person on his shoulder suddenly became quiet. The man was puzzled. Just as he moved her to his chest and hugged her, his neck was suddenly pinched. The sharp nails dug into the flesh with such great force that it seemed as if he was strangled to death.

Fu Yuan landed on the ground again and pushed the man back to the corner. Her expression was cold and bloodthirsty, with a faint blue light in her eyes. "Who sent you? I will only give you one chance to speak."

This person has extraordinary skills. He was able to avoid the mechanism outside the Nine Courts and appear here. He must be a very powerful psychic.

Could it be that Flower's competitor actually found out about this?

A warm liquid flowed onto Fu Yuan's hand. She lowered her eyes to look and was stunned for a moment.

This person's blood is black.

"You strangled me to death, what can I say?"

The man was not afraid of her move to put him to death. He leaned forward, and the familiar eyes under the mask looked at her with a smile: "Is your name Fu Yuan or Hua Hua?"

Fu Yuan's hands suddenly loosened, and her beautiful dark eyes dilated slightly.

"Who are you?" Her voice trembled slightly.

"I don't like this question." The man raised his hand and touched the blood on his neck without caring, then tilted his head and leaned his face closer, "But if you kiss me, I'll tell you."

His eyes were smiling, his lips were smiling too, and even though half of his face was covered, the familiar feeling that came over him could not be concealed.

"Don't play tricks on me!" Fu Yuan said with a cold face, reaching out to grab his mask.

The man chuckled and disappeared in an instant, then reappeared behind her: "I still like your gentle and well-behaved appearance. Don't do this next time."

The slightly cool lips gently fell behind her ear, and when Fu Yuan reached out to hit her, they turned into black mist and dissipated.