Chapter 392

The beautiful scenery under the night is also good!

Under the deep blue sky, the sea is rippling with blue waves. A bright moon hung high in the sky, with a dream of water and sky.

I didn't expect that a bloody figure like Hetun could catch up with the fashion and enjoy it.

Shouldn't he be the kind of Desperado who has been bathed in blood for years?

The beautiful scenery falls in Feng Xinglang's eyes, but not in Feng Xinglang's heart. On the surface of calm, more or less can cover up the inner waves.

On the super large LCD, Feng Xinglang's pace seems steady. Four sharp eyes around the movement.

A more stable and wise young man than his peers.

He Tun's eyes were tightly fixed on Feng Xinglang's handsome face:

so much!

I have to lament the incomparable power of genetics.

Hetun began to fiddle with the incomplete red sandalwood hand string on his wrist. Every time he saw this face, he Tun would calm his mind in this way.

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

Is it worthwhile for him to hate a woman who is fickle in love and has little sense of righteousness?

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

Lingfeng Xinglang walked into a villa with similar appearance and layout but bright lights. It was a man of five big and three thick.

Outside the villa stood a muscular man who was extremely similar to him, and he didn't smile.

It should be twins. It's a bit like two general hem ha!

Feng Xinglang remembers that Cong Gang seemed to have mentioned to him: the last time he cut the old nine's arm, he was chased by the fourth and fifth of Hetun's sons.

And LAN youyou also mentioned these two people to him. Every time I "introduce" the fourth and the fifth, I will say them together. I should refer to the two goalkeepers in front of me.

It looks silly. Belongs to the kind of mentally retarded but energetic people.

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

He walked calmly through the two screen channels. The monitor on one side shows a pair of skeletons walking in between.

For Cong gang in his body into the tracker, Feng Xinglang is at ease.

He believes Cong Gang!

Cong Gang must have something to do with Hetun. For Hetun, he knew himself and his enemy.

Sure enough, the tracker in Feng Xinglang's biceps didn't touch the alarm. First, Cong Gang understood the means of Hetun detection. Second, Feng Xinglang's tracker has not yet started to operate.

After passing through the screen to detect the passage, Feng Xinglang saw the river village sitting in the living room.

He Tun closed his eyes, as if to rest, and as if to brew something. In a sleep like state!

The only thing that can feel that he is still alive is that he is fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist.

Skillful action proves that he has been playing with this red sandalwood string for some years.

There was only one person standing beside Hetun. It's Lao ba. I've met Feng Xinglang. A monster as fast as a ghost.

The whole living room was empty, without more poker faces. Just an old eight?

Listen to Xing San, shouldn't there be an old twelve? Why can't you live and die?

Is old twelve CongGang?

I don't think so! Judging from the time of adoption and the order of ranking, Cong Gang should have been before Xing San. He can't be the old twelve who just received in Hetun.

Feng Xinglang's eyes instinctively glanced at the top of the living room of the high villa, and didn't seem to find any abnormality.

Perhaps the only difference is that Xing San is not here.

Xing San is sent to guard the elder brother Feng Lixin and Lin Xue.

This makes Feng feel relaxed: because LAN you is in his hands, Xing San should be kind to them.

Except for the old twelve, who should be here?

If we have a nest of Duan now, we can eat the river village at one stroke?

As for the old twelve, it is estimated that he alone will not be able to stir up any big waves!

"Mr. Hetun, since you don't like to see my face, why do you want me to send it to you again and again to annoy you?"

Feng Xinglang said blandly. Standing tall and straight, still dignified.

He Tun opened his eyes slowly, but he could still catch the sharp light from his deep eyes.

He looked at Feng Xinglang like a fierce eagle, staring at the elated voles on the ground.

Vole thought he was smart enough, but he didn't know that his every move was watched by the eagle who had experienced many battles.He Tun slanted his eyes and glanced at Feng Xinglang, full of scorn.

There are four words spilling from the teeth:

"young and frivolous!"

He Tun's contempt made Feng Xinglang feel a little uneasy: with these people alone, can the old poisonous fish be so arrogant?

Or is this old poisonous fish ready for a rainy day? Or are you playing an empty city game?

Feng Xinglang could not help looking up and down at the living room of the villa. Except for Hetun, who was sitting on the sofa, and Xing Laoba, who was standing beside him like a telegraph pole, there were no other living creatures in the villa.

"Hetun, I don't know how much hatred you have with our brothers! Or you don't need a reason to kill! This is it. I don't want to know! But I can tell you that even if our brothers die, you will not live! "

Feng Xinglang really wanted to rush to the river village, but he had to give them more time to arrange.

"Speak hard? To delay time? "

Hetun pointed out Feng Xinglang's intention at this time.

Feng Xinglang was slightly stunned: it seems that this river village did not underestimate its enemies like the one on the table!

"Then let's make a quick decision!"

Feng Xinglang said, "don't you want me to make a choice? What about the options? Is it time to present them? "

"Young man, that's why I can't hold my breath!"

He Tun you snorted, "before making multiple choice questions, I'll give you a judgment question."

Add a judgment question?

"Mr. Xing, you are also a hero in South America. You are not afraid of losing face to yourself when you do this treacherous thing?"

Feng xinglangen was not interested in doing any judgment questions.

“No！ To be exact, this question is your own

He Tun snorted coldly, "do you think you can bring a bunch of cops to me? Feng Xinglang, you are so naive! "