Chapter 388

Cong Gang's movements are very smooth and perfect.

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

You know: it's no easier to strike this thing on Feng Xinglang than to touch tiger's p-share!

If you can choose, CongGang iron will be more willing to touch the tiger's P shares!

It's uncomfortable to get a hard object into the muscle.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Xinglang's instinctive defense kicked Cong Gang, who was still holding a modified air nailing gun.

The purpose has been achieved. Cong Gang realized that Feng Xinglang would definitely attack him, so he leaned over to get out of the way. He was worried about the wound on his arm. He was anxious to take a look at him, but he was kicked by Feng Xinglang, and then he faltered.

"Hiss Well, what is it? "

Feng Xinglang moved his arm for a while, and his muscle tissue was damaged. The pain made him breathe cold.

"This is something that can't be detected by a metal detector! The wound will heal in 24 hours. I will start it after you have successfully entered the dens in Hetun! "

"It's specially reserved for you to collect corpses! I hope I can take a whole body! "

Cong just looked quite relaxed. However, Feng Xinglang couldn't hear the latter sentence. Is it just a joke or to tell the truth.

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

The wound is only about the size of two beans, which can be ignored. But when the muscle is invaded by allogeneic, there is a kind of unspeakable uncomfortable feeling of expansion.

"Just put a liquid explosive in my body! I will die with Hetun! "

Seal the low hissing way of the line of Langwei. After drinking, he is more fierce and violent.

"Why, do you want to be buried for Hetun? And with his wife and children? "

Cong Gang is always able to figure out Feng Xinglang's "holy meaning".

He carefully wiped the blood from the wound with a disinfectant towel. But there was no paste to promote healing.

He seemed to want Feng Xinglang's wound to heal itself. It looks more natural that way.

"You know Hetun so well Is it the one I choose to live? " Feng Xinglang asked tentatively.

Cong Gang met Feng Xinglang's depressed eyes and said, "generally, you can live!"

"In the second case?"

Feng Xinglang asked.

"In two cases It's hard to say! "

This question seems to be in vain.

"How can I die with the unselected party?"

Feng Xinglang asked again.

Cong Gang, who came to the canvas bag, had another meal and looked back at Feng Xinglang.

"Are you so anxious to know? Try it yourself, and you'll know everything! "

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

Feng xinglangwei squinted at Cong Gang, who was looking for something in his canvas bag. He said in a cold voice:

"if I guess correctly, you must be an adopted son abandoned by Hetun?"

Cong Gang's action was delayed.

Only in this way can we realize that the Chinese proverb is broad and profound: accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger!

Cong gang did not answer or deny. But it doesn't look like default.

"I said, I don't want to know your past! But from the day you were picked up by me, you have been my man! "

Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows and said, "if I can't cut Hetun by hand, the historical responsibility will be handed over to you!"

"Unfortunately, I don't accept your historical trust! You'd better find another lover! "

Cong Gang rejected Feng Xinglang.

"Reluctant to take your adoptive father's life? What are you doing now? "

Feng Xinglang asked with a sneer.

"Save your life!" Cong Gang said faintly.

Suddenly, Cong Gang turned around and added, "I will try my best to save your life! But you can choose to commit suicide! "

“……”

Feng Xinglang really wants to fight CongGang! Because every word he said was so irritating.

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

Feng Xinglang seems to have some impatience. He pours on Cong Gang, who is packing.

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

Feng Xinglang was hit on the waist by Cong gang. He was pushed and rolled on the carpet.

Yan Bang is a good fighter, but Cong Gang knows every key point in a person's body, and his moves can be fatal.

But against Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang only used one fifth of his strength, which was enough to soften him for a while.

Cong Gang doesn't want to make trouble with Feng Xinglang. Before Feng Xinglang, he hears the footsteps coming from the stairs.

"Are you so afraid of him?"Feng Xinglang saw Cong Gang's tension.

"Do you want me to die again?"

Cong gang has a long way to go.

Without waiting for Feng Xinglang to realize the deeper meaning of this sentence, Cong gang has already taken his canvas bag and disappeared in the window.

Sure enough, it's all junk. They are all gentlemen!

Don't open the door for Yan bang.

"What about Feng Xinglang?" Yan Bang asked directly.

"The second young master is upstairs." Housekeeper Mo said humbly, "I'll go upstairs and call Mr. Yan."

"No! I'll go up and find him myself. "

Yan Bang walked through the living room. As soon as he stepped on the stairs, he turned back.

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

"Yes The appetite is OK Don't answer truthfully.

Yan Bang nodded thoughtfully, "OK, you don't have to come upstairs tonight. I'll take care of him. "

Does that mean he's going to stay here tonight?

"That's Mr. Yan!"

If Yan Bang can live here, at least housekeeper Mo can be at ease.

Up to now, in fact, housekeeper Mo and aunt an are both like a mirror: if this family has to sacrifice one person to save, the right person will be the eldest young master Feng Lixin!

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

But in Feng Lixin's medical room, Yan Bang didn't find Feng Xinglang. It's very tidy inside. He shouldn't even get in.

Looking for a slight sound, Yan Bang went to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Push open the door, and you'll see wine.

It's not strong. It should be a mild liquid like red wine.

Feng Xinglang was lying on the big wedding wall, wrapped in festive colors. He was playing with an exquisite brocade box.

"How about drinking?"

Yan Bang snatched the brocade box from Feng Xinglang's hand and said, "what treasure? I can't put it down? "

But he was seized by Feng Xinglang, "don't touch my things!"

"So mean?"

Yan Bang sat down along the edge of the marriage and asked in a leisurely voice, "don't you discuss with me how to deal with Hetun?"

"Bang, do you think it's important to be a big brother? Or is it the woman who has been slept? "

Feng Xinglang asked.

"It's not as important as you!"

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