It's concern, it's ridicule.

All human beings have more or less inferior roots:

It's like Yan Bang waits for him as an uncle, and after getting used to it, it's not uncommon;

But Cong Gang disobeyed Feng Xinglang from time to time, which made Feng Xinglang feel: What you can't get is good. What can't be controlled is more attractive! Conquering a man is different from conquering a woman, not only exciting, but also quite bloody!

"It's human beings, and eventually they all have to turn to ashes. It's just a matter of time or night. ”

Cong Gang has a tepid posture, not salty and not indifferent, which makes people listen to it and itchy.

"Looks like you're quite open! Why don't I go and talk to Yan Bang: Are you hiding in this dilapidated haunted house as a turtle with a shrunken head? ”

Feng Xinglang deliberately provoked Cong Gang's endurance, looking forward to his uncontrollable appearance.

However, Cong Gang just smiled faintly and asked rhetorically, "Then why don't you go?" ”

This voice reversed Feng Xinglang's army. originally wanted to ridicule Cong Gang, but he didn't want to be ridiculed by Cong Gang.

"Dog, if you don't keep it and have some use, do you think I won't?"

Feng Xinglang stubbornly got on the bar with Cong Gang. Even if it's just a lip service, Feng Xinglang doesn't want to lose the upper hand.

This is indeed chilling enough.

But Cong Gang was already familiar with Feng Xinglang's temperament, and he didn't bother or argue with him. Because even if it is a crooked reason, Feng Xinglang can correct it.

Cong Gang was silent, sipping his new tea. Slightly lowering his eyelids, it seemed that he was just paying attention to the cup in his hand, but in fact, he was feeling every breath of Feng Xinglang.

"Your breath is a little short, and you're still making noises, so don't worry about me. Take care of yourself! ”

Feng Xinglang's ribs were broken, and he poked a small hole in his lungs; Although he has recovered seven to eighty percent of his physical strength, his vitality still bears the traces of serious injuries.

Feng Xinglang was slightly stunned, and subconsciously touched his right lung, which was also one of the broken ribs.

"Pretending to be Hua Tuo again?"

Feng Xinglang raised Yang Yingting's eyebrows, and seemed to be sleepy.

"It's okay, take your son upstairs and go to bed early."

It's not that Cong Gang doesn't want to talk to Feng Xinglang for a long time, it's just that it seems better to let Feng Xinglang rest more than to play tricks with him.

"Hetun is back in Shencheng again......"

Finally, Feng Xinglang started the purpose of this trip.

"Why, you started thinking about him before your injury healed?" Cong Gang snorted lightly.

Cong Gang is so untamed. From time to time, it will touch the reverse scales of Feng Xinglang.

Sometimes Feng Xinglang will also wonder: Is this under-bian criminal in front of him really a friend of life and death who has risked his life and death many times to save him?

"How sure are you that you will kill Hetun now?"

Feng Xinglang asked. Ask clearly.

Cong Gang raised his eyebrows slightly, squinted at Zhiguang and looked at Feng Xinglang, he should have smiled faintly, but after meeting Feng Xinglang's solemn gaze, he stiffened his smile on his face.

What is measuring what, and making some kind of judgment. It's a little complicated.

"Not sure!" So, these three words spilled out lightly from Cong Gang's lips.

"Add me and you'll be sure!" Feng Xinglang snorted.

Cong Gang raised his eyes to look at Feng Xinglang again, and then glanced at the little thing that was sleeping on the sofa.

"But I think it might be more reliable to add your own son! He is Hetun's favorite son, and he may be a little sure of using him to force Hetun to submit. ”

Cong Gang was so generous in front of a father to talk about using his son as a hostage.

"If you dare to hit my son's idea, I will kill you!" Feng Xinglang screamed.

Cong Gang smiled, "You can't beat me, how can you kill me?" ”

Saying this, Feng Xinglang not only had itchy hands, but almost all over his body.

"Dog, can't you talk to Lao Tzu properly?"

Feng Xinglang angrily rushed towards Cong Gang, trying to choke Cong Gang's neck...... It worked!

At the moment when Feng Xinglang was stuck in his neck, Cong Gang moved the tea table in front of him as a whole, so as not to smash the cups and cups on the tea table to the ground due to Feng Xinglang's recklessness...... Thus disturbing the good dreams of Lin Nuo's children!

But he gave Feng Xinglang a misunderstanding: he thought he could really beat Cong Gang!

Feng Xinglang belongs to the kind of man with a strong body; And Cong Gang is relatively thinner. So when Feng Xinglang rushed towards him with his own weight, Cong Gang was busy pushing the tea table away, so Feng Xinglang took the opportunity to sneak attack.

Cong Gang fell from the chair and rolled Feng Xinglang's body to the edge of the potted plant in the corner; Feng Xinglang was just about to pick up the potted plant on the side and smash it towards Cong Gang's head, but he didn't expect that Cong Gang under him suddenly pulled a high-tech body, and by the way, Feng Xinglang's unstable body was brought down......

In the next second, a coherent pounce and action cut one of Feng Xinglang's arms behind him in one go; Cong Gang pressed Feng Xinglang who was prostrate on the ground with one knee, making him unable to move.

"Cong Gang, are you really playing with a dog?"

Feng Xinglang was already out of breath. The body that has not recovered well is even more heavy.

"But it seems...... You Feng Xinglang didn't plan to play fake with me! ”

Seeing that Second Master Feng was a little annoyed and angry, Cong Gang still loosened his grip on him.

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang was already lying on the hollow warehouse; And Cong Gang was sweating lightly and was doing steaming therapy for him.

"Keep an eye on the river for me! As soon as he has a stir, you will strike first! ”

Feng Xinglang closed his eyes and rested, and the voice overflowing from the thin lips was full of lazy meaning.

"Hetun is so ferocious, I can't do this job! I still want to live a few more years, but I don't want to be turned into a dry corpse by him so soon! ”

Cong Gang pinched all parts of Feng Xinglang's body, and where he snorted, he applied the medicine emphatically.

Mummy...... Mummy...... Sounds so harsh!

And even more sadistic!

"What if I have to do that?"

Feng Xinglang opened his eyes and glared at Cong Gang fiercely.

"Personally, I think: This job, it's more appropriate for you to go to Yan Bang to do it!"

Cong Gang said very lightly, but the movements in his hands were not ambiguous at all, and the control of his strength was very precise.

"Did you mean it?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

"Sort of," Cong Gang sighed slightly, "That's a job that will cost you your life!" ”

"You're also afraid of death?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

"Of course I'm afraid of death!"

Cong Gang's hand pushed Feng Xinglang's waist and replied in an affirmative voice, "I don't know when I started to be very afraid of death...... It's true! ”