Cong Gang's movements are very smooth, and he is perfect in one go.

Don't give the sad Feng Xinglang a chance to struggle or resist.

You know: Laying this thing on Feng Xinglang is not easier than touching the tiger's P shares!

If you have a choice, Cong Gang will definitely prefer to touch the tiger's P shares!

Of course, it would be uncomfortable for someone to coldly punch a hard object into the muscles.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Xinglang's instinctive defense gave Cong Gang, who was still holding a modified air nail gun, a side kick.

The goal had been achieved, and Cong Gang realized that Feng Xinglang would definitely attack him, so he turned sideways and wanted to get out of the way; It is estimated that he was worried about the wound on his arm, and he was anxious to take a look, but he was kicked by Feng Xinglang, and it took him a stumble to stabilize his body.

"Sizzle...... Uh, what's that? ”

Feng Xinglang moved his arm, and the musculature was destroyed, causing him to gasp for a while.

"It's something that a metal detector can't detect! The wound will heal within 24 hours. I'll not activate it until you've managed to get into Hetun's den! ”

"I'm keeping it for you to collect the corpse! I hope to collect all the corpses! ”

Cong Gang looked quite relaxed. But Feng Xinglang couldn't hear the latter sentence, whether it was just a joke or telling the truth.

Feng Xinglang was slightly stunned, and lowered his head to check the wound on his shoulder.

The wound was only the size of two beans and could be ignored. However, the muscles are invaded by foreign bodies, and there is an indescribable feeling of swelling and discomfort.

"You just put a liquid explosive in my body! Lao Tzu wants to die with Hetun! ”

Feng Xinglang hissed angrily. After drinking, he was even more fierce and violent.

"What, you want to be buried for Hetun? And bring your wife and children? ”

Cong Gang can always figure out Feng Xinglang's 'holy will' like this.

He used a disinfectant towel to carefully wipe away the blood that had spilled from the wound. However, there is no healing plaster on the wound.

He seemed to want Feng Xinglang's wound to heal on its own. That would look more natural.

"You know Hetun so well...... Is it my choice that will definitely live? Feng Xinglang asked tentatively.

Cong Gang met Feng Xinglang's somewhat depressed and sluggish eyes, and responded faintly:

"Under normal circumstances, you can live!"

"What about the second case?"

Feng Xinglang asked.

"In general...... It's hard to say! ”

This seems to be a vain question.

"Then how will I die with the one who is not chosen?"

Feng Xinglang asked again.

Cong Gang, who walked to the canvas bag, paused again, and looked back at Feng Xinglang deeply.

"You're in such a hurry to know? Try it out for yourself and you'll know everything! ”

Obviously, Cong Gang didn't want to answer Feng Xinglang's question.

Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes slightly, stared sharply at Cong Gang, who was looking for something in the canvas bag, and said coldly:

"If my guess is correct: you must be some righteous son abandoned by Hetun, right?"

Cong Gang's movements froze.

Only then did I realize the profundity of the Chinese proverb: "A companion is like a tiger!"

Cong Gang did not answer, nor did he deny it. But it doesn't look like the default.

"I said, I don't want to know about your past! But from the day you were picked up by me, you were already mine! ”

Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows, "If I can't personally slash Hetun, then the heavy responsibility of history will be handed over to you!" ”

"It's a pity, I don't accept your historical trust! You'd better find another lover! ”

Cong Gang rejected Feng Xinglang.

"Reluctant to take your father's life? So what are you doing now? ”

Feng Xinglang asked with a sneer.

"Save your life!" Cong Gang said lightly.

Abruptly, Cong Gang turned around and added, "I will try my best to save your life!" But you can choose to kill yourself! ”

“……”

Feng Xinglang really wants to fight with Cong Gang! Because every word he says is so annoying.

"Tell me, what will Hetun do with Lin Xueluo's mother and son?"

Feng Xinglang seemed to be a little unable to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and he pounced on Cong Gang, who was packing up his things.

"Don't move, it's Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglang was hit by Cong Gang in the waist, and his body was weak, and he was pushed on the carpet by force.

Yan Bang is a good martial artist; But Cong Gang knows every vital point in the human body, and the move can be fatal.

But against Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang's strength only used one-fifth, which was enough to temporarily soften him and get out.

Cong Gang had no intention of messing with Feng Xinglang, and he heard footsteps from the stairs before Feng Xinglang.

"You're so afraid of him?"

Feng Xinglang saw Cong Gang's nervousness.

"Do you want me to die again?"

Cong Gang said meaningfully.

Before Feng Xinglang could realize the deeper meaning of this sentence, Cong Gang had already taken his canvas bag and disappeared into the window.

Sure enough, it's all indiscriminate stuff. They are all gentlemen on the beam!

Just don't steward open the door for Yan Bang.

"Where's Feng Xinglang?" Yan Bang asked directly.

"The second young master is upstairs." Steward Mo humbled him, "I'll go upstairs and call Mr. Yan for you." ”

"No, you don't! I went up to him myself. ”

Yan Bang walked briskly through the living room, and as soon as he stepped up the stairs, he paused and turned around.

"Has your second young master had dinner?" He asked.

"Eaten...... Appetite was ok. Steward Mo answered truthfully.

Yan Bang nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, you don't have to go upstairs tonight." I'll take care of Xinglang. ”

Does this mean that he will live here tonight?

"Then it's hard Mr. Yan!"

Yan Bang can live here, at least Steward Mo can feel at ease.

Up to now, in fact, Steward Mo and Aunt An are like mirrors in their hearts: if this family has to sacrifice one person to be saved, the right person will definitely be the eldest young master Feng Lixin!

One is the rising sun, the other is the twilight, which is more important, that is self-evident.

But in Feng Lixin's medical room, Yan Bang failed to find Feng Xinglang. It was neatly packed, and he probably hadn't even entered.

Looking for a subtle sound, Yan Bang walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by the smell of alcohol.

It's not strong, it should be a mild liquor such as red wine.

Feng Xinglang lay on the huge wedding room, wrapped in festive colors. In his hand, he was playing with a delicate brocade box.

"What about drinking to kill your sorrows?"

Yan Bang snatched the brocade box from Feng Xinglang's hand and checked it in his hand, "What baby?" Can't put it down? ”

was snatched back by Feng Xinglang again, "Don't touch my things!" ”

"So stingy?"

Yan Bang sat down along the edge of the wedding room and asked leisurely, "Don't you discuss with me how to deal with Hetun?" ”

"Bang, you say, is it important to be a big brother? Or does it matter to be slept with? ”

Feng Xinglang asked.

"It's not important to you!"

Yan Bang didn't think about it, so he blurted out.

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