Chapter 1910

The mood is still a bit complicated!

I hope he Tun can give CongGang a little bit of prestige, and let him know that he is not invincible! It's quite necessary to be afraid!

But he also worried that he Tun would poison Cong gang and end Cong Gang!

Is this trip to Repulse Bay going or not? Or when and when is the most appropriate time to go?

Unconsciously, the hands of the steering wheel turned to the direction of Repulse Bay.

It seems that I am really worried about that dog thing!

The arrival of his son seems to be expected by Hetun.

Before that, Hetun discussed with Coben: should we solve the problem on the spot or transfer him first?

There are many followers of someone in the front, and Feng Xinglang and his son in the back. The man who is being held in the dark room is undoubtedly a hot thing.

Cobain's answer is: he's kind to Feng Xinglang. He can't kill him yet!

In fact, Hetun has taken this into consideration. That man's kindness to his son is a great kindness to sacrifice his life to save each other! If he hadn't sacrificed his life all the way, maybe Hetun would never have seen his own son alive in his life!

But recently, the rebellious behavior of that man made Hetun angry.

Hetun tried to have a good talk with him, but the man was always proud.

Or, he's waiting for something!

"Is Alan here? Sit down! Have a drink with dad? "

Every time he saw such an excellent son, he Tun was very happy. No more adopted sons can match his own. That's his blood and bone.

"No! Xueluo has not had a good appetite recently. I have to go back and coax her to have dinner! "

Feng Xinglang took a look at the large and slightly empty living room. There was no special change except for the wooden man in his son's mouth.

The heart of this river village is really big! He was so confident that a Coben could deal with Cong Gang's men?

But then again, Keben successfully ambushed Cong Gang, which is not to be underestimated!

Feng Xinglang didn't expect that he Tun was such a low-key and introverted master!

"Otherwise, let the cook here seal the house for xueluo to recuperate, and change his appetite."

For his son's offspring, Hetun was very concerned. He wished his daughter-in-law Lin xueluo could give birth to seventeen or eight grandchildren.

"No! She just wanted me to accompany her more

Feng Xinglang answers in a warm voice and looks askance at Coben.

"I heard you ambushed Cong Gang successfully? I really can't see that you have such a good skill! "

If the listener's mood is different, he may feel different.

On the surface, Feng Xinglang seems to be praising himself, but when he savors it carefully, he can easily hear his reproach and contempt.

"Prince Xing, I'm flattered!"

Cobain snorted. It's Feng Xinglang praising him.

There is no need to beat around the Bush in the dialogue between smart people. Besides, Feng Xinglang is different from his son. He can't be coaxed in a few words.

Before answering, Coben looked at Hetun subconsciously, which should have been tacitly approved by Hetun.

"Please, I want to see him!"

Feng Xinglang first looked at Keben, then at Hetun, waiting for his permission.

"Ah Lang, song Tai It's dangerous

Hetun's eyes are loving. It's a good idea to remind my son.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't there a high master like Cobain protecting you? Cong gang can't afford any spray! "

Feng Xinglang simplified the meaning of Hetun. He simply thought that Hetun didn't want him to visit CongGang in the darkroom.

"That thing is insidious and deceitful, you must be careful!"

Seeing that his son insisted on meeting Cong Ze, Hetun didn't want to ossify the relationship between the father and the son.

"What can I be careful of? He saved all my life. If it's a big deal, give it back to him! " Feng Xinglang's smile.

After he Tun looked at Ke Ben, Ke Ben slowly led Prince Xing to the entrance of the basement passage.

After he was far away from Hetun, he lowered his voice and said, "Prince Xing, think twice! Don't make the same mistake again

Feng Xinglang glanced at Cobain, "I'm not very good at thinking recently. I really can't understand what Mr. Cobain wants to express?"

Ke Ben said in a low voice: "Prince Xing, Yan Bang will not come to a good end; Song Tai will not come to a good end either!"

Feng Xinglang was slightly stunned, and his rich eyebrows were deep, "then guess Will you come to a good end? "

Ke Ben looked back at Feng Xinglang faintly and said, "Prince Xing, you can't help me!"

"Are you sure?" Feng Xinglang asked."Sure!"

Cobain should be plain. There was no extra expression.

"Prince Xing, please

The door of the invisible entrance was knocked open after more than ten seconds by Coburn drum. It should be to add something more complicated.

Smelling a cold and damp smell, Feng Xinglang covered his nose and mouth lightly.

After two steps, there was no movement. Then he asked, "won't you go in with me?"

"If there is an accident, Prince Xing can shout for help! I'll go in and save you at once

“……”

To be honest, Feng Xinglang didn't like the tone of Cobain's speech.

It's like an arrogant expression of "I'll take care of you only in the face of Hetun.".

It's hard to beat!

Feng Xinglang gave Cobain a "you understand" white eye, and continued to walk into the dark passage.

Although the wall lamp is on, the whole passage is dark with light absorption, mixed with humidity, which makes people feel depressed.

Vaguely, Feng Xinglang sees a man sitting in a cage made of titanium alloy, whose figure is exactly the same as CongGang.

Feng Xinglang turned on the light in the darkroom.

"Well, who is this? What shape? What a prisoner? "

When he saw Cong Gang imprisoned in a titanium cage, Feng Xinglang's nose was obviously sour, but his words were full of sarcasm and irony.

Cong Gang couldn't have heard such a loud sneer. He just glanced at Feng Xinglang and then dropped his head. Silence is the golden answer to Feng Xinglang's provocation.

"Cong Gang, you have today! How does it taste? "

Feng Xinglang leans on the cage of titanium alloy and looks down on CongGang squatting in the cage with a commanding victory posture.

Cong Gang is still silent. One of his hands was handcuffed to the cage and clattered a little.

Cong Gang seemed to have astringent eyes. After staring at him for a while, Feng Xinglang turned his head and opened his eyes.

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