The view at night is also nice!

Under the deep blue sky, the rippling blue sea is reflected. A bright moon hangs high in the sky, with a dreamy scenery of water and sky.

I really didn't expect that a bloody character like Hetun could also be fashionable and enjoyable.

Shouldn't he be the kind of outlaw who has been bathed in bloody storms for years?

The beautiful scenery fell on Feng Xinglang's eyes, but it failed to fall on Feng Xinglang's heart. The calm on the surface can more or less hide the waves in the heart.

On the oversized LCD monitor, Feng Xinglang's pace looks quite steady. The four eyes sharpened to catch the movement around them.

A young man who is more calm and wise than his peers.

Hetun's gaze was tightly locked on Feng Xinglang's handsome face:

It's so similar!

I have to sigh at the incomparably powerful genetics.

Hetun began to habitually fiddle with the incomplete rosewood bracelet on his wrist again. Every time he sees this face, Hetun will calm his heart in this way.

What's wrong with you? That woman has been dead for twenty years!

A woman who is unkind and unrighteous and prosperous is worthy of his hatred?

If only she were alive! She can see with her own eyes how the son she gave birth to with other men was played by him Xing Mu.

Lingfeng Xinglang walked into a villa with a similar appearance and layout, but it was brightly lit, and it was a man who was five big and three thick.

And outside the door of the villa, there stood a muscular man who was very similar to him, unsmiling.

It's supposed to be twins, a bit like the two generals!

Feng Xinglang remembered that Cong Gang seemed to have mentioned to him: when he cut off the arm of that Lao Jiu last time, he was only injured after being chased by the fourth and fifth children of Hetun Yizi.

And Lan Youyou also mentioned these two people to him. Every time I 'introduce' the fourth and fifth, I will say them together, which should refer to the two humming generals in front of me.

Looks pretty silly. Belongs to the kind of mentally retarded but high-energy people.

Stepping into the living room of the villa, there are two screen passages that are slightly higher than Feng Xinglang. The decoration is very quaint, but Feng Xinglang knows that they are two high-precision human body detectors.

He calmly walked through the two screen passages. On the monitor on the side, a skeleton is shown walking among them.

Regarding the tracker that Cong Gang had just punched into his body, Feng Xinglang was relieved.

He believes in Cong Gang!

Cong Gang must have some kind of inexplicable relationship with Hetun. For Hetun, he is undoubtedly a confidant of himself and his opponent.

Sure enough, the tracker in the biceps of the sealed brachial did not touch the alarm. First, because Cong Gang understood the means of Hetun detection, and secondly, it was also because the tracker in Feng Xinglang's body had not yet started to operate.

After passing through the screen detection channel, Feng Xinglang saw Hetun sitting in the living room.

Hetun closed his eyes, as if he was resting, and as if he was brewing something. In a sleep-like state!

The only thing that could tell him that he was still alive was that he was constantly fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist.

The skillful movements prove that he has been playing with this red sandalwood bracelet for some years.

There was only one person standing beside Hetun. It's the eighth. Feng Xinglang has seen it. A monster as fast as a ghost.

The whole living room was empty, and there were no more poker faces. Just an eighth?

Listening to Xing San, shouldn't there be an old twelve? Why can't you see people alive and dead bodies?

Could it be that the old twelve is Cong Gang?

Probably not! Judging from the time of adoption and the order of ranking, Cong Gang should be before Xing San, and it is impossible to be the twelfth who was just adopted by Hetun.

Feng Xinglang's gaze instinctively swept towards the high villa living room, and he didn't seem to find anything unusual.

Perhaps the only thing that is unusual is that Xing San is not there.

Thinking about it, Xing San was sent to guard the eldest brother Feng Lixin and Lin Xueluo.

This still made Feng Xinglang feel slightly relaxed: because Lan Youyou was in his hands, Xing San should be kind to the two of them.

Except for the old twelve, everything that should be there is here?

If you have a nest now, won't you be able to eat Hetun in one fell swoop?

As for the old twelve, he alone is estimated to not be able to make any big waves!

"Mr. Hetun, since you don't like to see my face so much, why do you keep asking me to send it to the door to annoy you?"

Feng Xinglang said without being salty. Standing upright, still imposing.

He Tun slowly narrowed his eyes, which seemed to be a little sleepy, but he could still catch a sharp light from those deep eyes.

He looked at Feng Xinglang's gaze, like a ferocious eagle, staring at the triumphant vole on the ground.

The vole thought he was smart and clever enough, but he didn't know that his every move was watched by the battle-hardened eagle.

Hetun glanced at Feng Xinglang lightly, full of disdain.

Four sneering words spilled from between the teeth:

"Young and frivolous!"

Hetun's contempt made Feng Xinglang feel a little uneasy: With just these few people, can the old poisonous fish be arrogant like this?

Or has this old poisonous fish been prepared for a rainy day? Or are you playing some empty city plan?

Feng Xinglang couldn't help but glance up and down the living room of the villa a few more times, except for Hetun, who was sitting on the sofa, and Xing Laoba, who was standing next to him like a telephone pole, there were no other active creatures in this villa.

"Hetun, I don't know what kind of hatred you have with our brothers! Or maybe you don't need a reason to kill someone! That's it, and I don't want to know! But I can tell you that even if our brothers die, we won't let you live! ”

Feng Xinglang really wanted to rush over and slash Hetun, but he still had to give Lao Chu and them more time to arrange.

"Cruel words? To stall for time? ”

Hetun hit the nail on the head and said the intention of Feng Xinglang's actions at this time.

Feng Xinglang was slightly stunned: It seems that this Hetun is not as light on himself as it seems!

"Then let's do it quickly!"

Feng Xinglang let out a deep sigh, "Aren't you going to let me make a choice?" What about the options? It's time to bring them in, right? ”

"Young man, it's just so unbearable!"

Hetun snorted, "Before you do the multiple-choice question, I'll give you a true/false question!" ”

Add a true/false question?

"Mr. Xing, you are also a hero who surprised South America, and you are not afraid of losing face to yourself if you do this kind of backsliding?"

Feng Xinglang was not interested in doing any judgment questions at all.

“no！ To be precise, this question is your own! ”

Hetun snorted coldly, "You think you can serve me with a bunch of strips?" Feng Xinglang, you are too naïve! ”

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