Chapter 812

One is deep and the other is evil. The two men just look at each other.

There is a kind of tacit, but it seems that between the two people and barriers between the mountains and rivers of strange feeling.

"You know me so well?"

Feng Xinglang's voice rose slightly. He looked into Cong Gang's eyes, covered with a thin layer of water mist, as if to prevent Cong gang from looking at his heart.

"I don't understand you! I'm just guessing! You are so strong wisdom, and I am not a lower class can guess

Cong Gang knows that Feng Xinglang is as cunning as a fox, and he doesn't like others to try to figure out his mind. So Cong Gang immediately changed his mouth.

Although Feng Xinglang smiles with you on the surface, he can't be sure that he has a bad heart in his stomach now.

"So modest?"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his cold eyes, "Cong Gang, your flattery tonight A little too much! It makes people feel very unreal, with a little bit of hypocrisy. "

Cong Gang is silent.

Sure enough, we must be careful when talking to Feng Xinglang. He'll catch a trace of what you say and do.

"Disobeying you, you don't like it; flattering you, you still don't like it Feng Xinglang, it's hard for you to wait on me.

Cong Gang sighed slightly.

"Hard to serve? Have you served me lately? "

Feng Xinglang moved down his stiff legs on the coffee table, leaned forward and approached CongGang, "what I want is your loyalty. CongGang is still silent. Maybe not answering is the best answer at this moment.

"Tell me, what have you been busy with recently?"

Intuition tells Feng Xinglang: Cong Gang must have hidden something. Even talking to him, he was not as rebellious as before, but he had more flattery that made Feng Xinglang uncomfortable.

Cong Gang deeply coagulates Feng Xinglang's eyeground, which is a little less obvious.

"I'll pick you up from Chinatown Have you ever thought about raising a tiger one day? "

Asked this sentence, Cong Gang's eyes are particularly true.

Feng Xinglang's eyelids drooped slightly, holding up a small tea cup and drinking it,

"I never thought you were a tiger! I just regard you as a dog.

Feng Xinglang raised his pretty eyebrows and asked, "you dog, are you trying to bite my master?"

Cong gang has been used to Feng Xinglang's arrogant attitude for a long time. He is not angry because he thinks he is a dog.

It seems that there is no sharp words that can irritate Cong Gang!

Cong gang was silent and didn't know what he was thinking. Some thin face, a school of uncertainty.

"Do you really want to bite my master?"

From just silence, Feng Xinglang thought it was a kind of default.

"You want me to die Why do you have to risk your life to save me again and again? In return? Is it the end of vengeance and the beginning of vengeance? "

Feng Xinglang dissects and looks directly at Cong Gang's eyes, hoping to find clues from Cong Gang's facial expression.

"Feng Xinglang, in my lifetime, as long as I live, I won't let you die first.

Cong gang can't understand the gray light in his eyes.

After a few seconds, Feng Xinglang smiles as if he had nothing to do with it. "I'm so moved. 1

I used to caress my jaw with my well-defined fingers." if I'm old and dead, but you're healthy and alive, do you have to die first for me? "

To die first?

The humor is so cold

"Don't worry, I can't survive your body with many scars! You are sure to live longer than me.

Cong Gang's eyebrows stretch a little.

After glancing at the scar on CongGang's arm, Feng Xinglang frowned and said, "then go to die now! Don't waste food in the world! It happened that Wei Kang was left for me to use 1

to mention the topic of "death". Feng Xinglang suddenly became angry.

Whether Yan Bang is arrogant or Cong Gang is weird, he is his good brother.

Now one of them is missing, and the other is talking about life and death, which makes Feng Xinglang feel uncomfortable.

"I can't die yet! After a few days Cong Gang's expression was light.

This light expression of life and death will inevitably make Feng Xinglang think of Yan bang.

Yan Bang always says: he is ready to die in the street.

"Go - you - Ma's 1

Feng Xing gave a loud and low scolding, then turned and left.

Cong gang did not see feng Xinglang leave, but quietly looked at the cup that Feng Xinglang had just drunk tea.

People walk, tea is cool?

It was not until the roar of the engine faded away that Wei Kang came up from the basement into the living room."Boss, it's so obvious that you told Feng Xinglang Will he be wary of us? If he is really wary of us, how can he be caught back as a chip? "

Cong Gang didn't want to answer this question, so he was silent for a long time.

For a long time, Cong just asked in a light voice, "how's the old three's imperial dragon city taking over?"

"Well There should be 6% to 70% supporters! Lao San's popularity in Yulong city is good, which is much better than Yan Bang's? Now? This is the best time for us to take over the imperial dragon city. 1

Cong Gang turned his head and looked at Wei Kang faintly, "why don't I call you boss?"

Wei Kang's face suddenly changed, "I immediately went to inform the third brother that when Feng Xinglang came to Yulong City, there was a lot of excitement in the leaderless Yulong city.

With the withdrawal of "Chong San", all kinds of crooked melons and jujubes want to be the leader of Yulong city.

When Feng Xinglang showed up, he returned to peace.

"Your boss is not dead yet! Are you all thinking of rebellion? "

Feng Xinglang's voice was low and shrill, and he pulled the first few coax makers in anger, which was a good fight.

When he was tired with his fist, he changed a chair and hit it again.

Until fenghang langlei leaned against one side of the wall.

No one dares to fight back!

First, it is because of the relationship between Feng Xinglang and Yan bang. Second, it is also because of Feng Xinglang's position in Shencheng.

With blood all over his body, Feng Xinglang stumbles into Yan Bang's living room.

The fire damaged living room has already been renovated: it's still the original pattern and furnishings; even the oversized sofa is customized according to the original style.

Feng Xinglang stood staring at him for a while, then fell down.

Motionless lying on the sofa, quietly looking at the crystal lamp on the ceiling.

Subconsciously, he thought Yan bang should be more evil than good!