Chapter 395: Also humbled a lot

"Can you continue to do multiple-choice questions in your current situation?" He Tun asked rhetorically.

"Butty crap! Take me to meet them soon!"

Feng Xinglang's mood was almost out of control.

That was his close relative, and every second he played against Hetun was almost suffering his heart. He would rather suffer for them instead.

He Tun looked at Feng Xinglang's face that seemed to have met him in a dream, clear and fuzzy; familiar and unfamiliar!

It took him more than ten minutes. Is he so calm?

If he had been suffering for more than 20 years, wouldn't he have gone into trouble for a long time?

Hetun seems to have no way of telling: at this moment, have he gone into trouble!

He knew he couldn't let go of that woman in his life, and his widower! And the children she and her husband gave birth to!

Those who betray him will die!

Now that she is dead, let her son take over all this for her!

He Tun stared hard, making Feng Xinglang extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't know why Hetun hated the brothers so much because of his face. He intuitively told Feng Xinglang that there must be deeper grievances in it. Maybe it involves the previous generation!

At this moment, Feng Xinglang had no time to take into account the reasons why Hetun rushed to kill their two brothers. He just wanted to see his elder brother Feng Lixin and the woman who was so stupid as to be distressing as soon as possible!

"Young man, you will pay for every arrogance and arrogance of your sentence!"

Hetun started playing with the rosewood bracelet again. Maybe that was a unique way he calmed down his own inner wave.

For years, whenever he thinks about that woman, he will play with this bracelet to relieve the kind of piercing pain.

"I'm arrogant? I'm arrogant? How about Mr. Hetun?

If I remember correctly, our brothers should have no grudges against you, right?

You say that because my face is not good, you try to kill our brothers?

Compared to my arrogance and arrogance, your venom and ferocity have reached the point where it is hard to write! "

Feng Xinglang snapped back at Hetun.

Before coming to the appointment, Feng Xinglang had figured out a way forward for himself. There are optimistic and free and easy. But none of them would be as painful as Hetun expected!

He Tun's gaze once again fixed on Zhang Xingyi's extraordinary face.

When he argued with him, he looked like that woman; he was always so thorny that he refused to yield to him, and even refused to submit. Tied him like a hedgehog, and smoothed his sharp edge little by little!

Why remember that woman again?

He Tun left at the beginning, unwilling to continue to stare at Feng Xinglang's face! Even a glance would make him uncomfortable!

It's like a sharp knife. I want to seal the dust in my heart and dig it out little by little!

Bloody, people dare not face it!

"Go and cover his face!"

Hetun's voice was stained with a glimpse of vicissitudes.

I don't know if it was the fourth or fifth person, and he threw a black hood to Xing Ba.

Xing Ba slowly walked towards Feng Xinglang. The pace was light enough to ignore that he was walking.

Feng Xinglang would like to adapt to what extent Xing Ba is so powerful. So, when Xing Ba was one meter away from him, he greeted Xing Ba's mediocre face with a right uppercut.

Xing Ba seems to be waiting for Feng Xinglang to punch him.

At the moment Feng Xinglang punched him, he shook his head with a sigh, as if scorning Feng Xinglang's punching speed was too bad!

Feng Xinglang didn't see exactly how Xing Ba moved his steps. At the same time he lost his punch, Xing Ba had flashed behind Feng Xinglang and struck him somewhere in his spine ... ...

To be precise, it's called fierce scratching! His hand was like the claws of a hawk piercing, stabbing Feng Xinglang's clothes, and fiercely scratching on a section of Feng Xinglang's spine.

Feng Xinglang instantly felt that his body was uncontrolled, and the whole man took several steps to stabilize his body.

He subconsciously touched his almost numb spine, but touched the blood in one hand.

"Feng Xinglang, if you resist again, don't expect to see Feng Lixin and your woman tonight!"

Hetun seemed a little impatient.

Perhaps it was because Feng Xinglang's face dangled too long in front of him, messing up his frozen heart.

Therefore, when Xing Ba put on a hood, Feng Xinglang no longer resisted!

He didn't want to wait any longer! He wants to see his elder brother Feng Lixin and the woman right away.

When Feng Xinglang put on a hood, Hetun's breath seemed to be more peaceful. I thought that after more than 20 years, he had forgotten all that happened ...

But because of Feng Xinglang's face, he was cut open again, dripping with blood!

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang felt himself being taken to a speedboat.

Hetun is not on this speedboat!

Judging from the breathing strength of the person who escorted him, it should be one of the second generals.

It seemed that he was not worried that Feng Xinglang would run away, but stood far away and communicated with the other hummer who drove the speedboat in Spanish.

Feng Xinglang understood Spanish.

"Did you go for Chinese snacks last night?"

"Ok."

"What did you eat?"

"Boiled buns!"

"Isn't Chinese steamed buns steamed? You can also boil them?"

"Ok."

"anything else?"

"And bitch."

"What is bitch?"

"Just a rope and a big vegetable tied with Chinese rice and meat!"

"Tasty?"

"It's delicious! But the layer of vegetables on the outside doesn't seem to be cooked. It will take a long time to chew ..."

"..."

The layer of vegetables outside? Long to chew?

Why didn't you two stupidly die!

This can't bear looking directly at the IQ!

The speedboat has been on the sea for more than an hour. Except for the roaring sea breeze and the engine sounds of the wind and waves, the two Chinese food whimsicals of the two humbling generals said!

The speedboat stopped after an hour. Feng Xinglang was taken by one of them to a luxurious yacht.

Judging from the **** and height of the tow ladder, this yacht should be three or four stories high.

Feng Xinglang was taken into the cabin.

"Xinglang ..."

A familiar cry seemed to soothe Feng Xinglang's unsettling mood at this instant.

It is the elder brother Feng Lixin.

Although Feng Xinglang still wore a hood, Feng Lixin could recognize Feng Xinglang at a glance!

At the same time, Xinglang Lang and Snowfall were recognized.

In fact, there was a voice just now, and the same was called 'Xinglang', but that voice was much lower and humbler.