"Creak …" With a long sound, Iveco came to a halt.

　　Xueluo opened the car door, without waiting for his body to stabilize itself, he stumbled and ran towards the small hill where a human was standing.

　　"Xueluo... "Slow down!"

　　Originally, she thought that Xueluo had gotten off for the sake of convenience or something, but unexpectedly, she kept running towards the people standing on the hill.

　　"Who is that person?" It can't be that Feng Monarch is rich, right? " A volunteer from the same group guessed.

　　"I don't think so! Feng Xinglang is stronger than you! "

　　Zuo Anyan answered, "But looking at the speed at which Lin Xueluo was rus.h.i.+ng over, she should be very familiar with this person!"

　　"Big brother Jiang …" Big brother Cong … Is that you? "

　　In the beginning, Xueluo could only carefully whisper, he did not dare shout too loudly.

　　Because they all said that Cong Gang had pa.s.sed away two years ago, including her husband and children.

　　Although Xueluo had never believed that Cong Gang, who had such boundless vitality hidden within, would die just like that, but Cong Gang had not been heard from for two years, and the firm belief in her heart unavoidably crumbled little by little.

　　The hill looked pretty close, as though it was only a few steps away. However, Xueluo had to run a full kilometer or two before he could get close to the person wearing a hooded gray uniform.

　　One must know, that normally, if she was to run 800 meters, she would have to bargain with Mo Ranran; and at this moment, Xueluo practically ran down the 1000 meter tall and uneven mountain road without stopping. I almost tripped over those little mounds.

　　"Big brother Jiang …" Big brother Cong … Is that you? "

　　Xueluo gasped. He stopped seven or eight meters away from the man in black. She panted heavily, feeling her voice and body trembling.

　　The guard remained with his back facing Xueluo, silent like a guardian G.o.d of this valley.

　　"Big brother Jiang …" It's you. It must be you! "

　　Xueluo was unable to control his emotions, and practically pounced forward and tightly hugged the guard's body from behind.

　　That feeling of being embraced in peace … Only Cong Gang could give her such a feeling of being a Holy G.o.d!

　　The man in black moved a little, as if he was not used to being hugged so tightly by a married woman.

　　Or rather, he was not used to hugging anyone. Especially this kind of hug that was filled with emotions!

　　Affection was not necessarily a relations.h.i.+p between a man and a woman; there was also kins.h.i.+p, friends.h.i.+p, etc., which was above the affections of a man and a woman!