Chapter 704: You can't beat me again ...

It is concern and ridicule.

Everyone has more or less bad roots:

For example, Yan Bang waited for him as an uncle, and after getting accustomed to it, it is no longer rare;

However, Cong Gang rebelled against Feng Xinglang from time to time, which made Feng Xinglang feel that what was not available was good. What can't be controlled is more attractive! Conquering men is different from conquering women. It is not only stimulating, but also quite bloody!

"It's a person, and it's all going to be ashes in the end. It's just sooner or later."

Cong Gang's attitude was not tepid, neither salty nor light, and it sounded itchy.

"Looks like you're quite ready to go! Should I go and tell Yan Bang: You are hiding in this ruined haunted house as a tortoise?"

Feng Xinglang deliberately provoked Cong Gang's patience, and was looking forward to his frowning out of control.

However, Cong Gang just smiled slightly and asked, "Why don't you go?"

This sound, instead of Feng Xinglang's army. Originally, I wanted to ridicule Cong Gang, but I didn't want to be beaten by Cong Gang.

"Dogs, if you had some value to keep you, would you think I wouldn't?"

Feng Xinglang stubbornly followed Cong Gang. Even if it was just a matter of talking, Feng Xinglang didn't want to lose the upper hand.

That said, it is indeed chilling enough.

But Cong Gang already knew Feng Xinglang's nature, and he didn't care about or argue with him. Because even if it is a fallacy, Feng Xinglang can make it right.

Cong just kept silent, tasting his new tea. He lowered his eyelids slightly, and seemed to be only concerned about the cup on his hand, but in fact, he was feeling every breath of Feng Xinglang.

"Your breathing is quicker, and there are noises, so don't be overly concerned about my affairs. Take care of yourself first!"

Feng Xinglang's ribs were broken, and a small hole was pierced in his lungs. Although 70 to 80% of his physical strength was restored, his vitality still had traces of his severe injuries.

Feng Xinglang took a moment's glance, and subconsciously touched his right lung, which was also one of the rib fractures.

"Pretend again?"

Feng Xing raised Yang Yingting's eyebrows, seemingly sleepy.

"Nothing, take your son upstairs and go to bed early."

Cong Gang is not unwilling to chat with Feng Xinglang for a long time, but it seems better to let Feng Xinglang do the rest than to talk to him.

"Hetun is back in Shencheng ..."

Finally, Feng Xinglang started the purpose of this trip.

"Why, you're thinking about him before you get hurt?" Cong just fainted.

Cong Gang is so untamed. From time to time, Feng Xinglang's inverse scale will be touched.

Sometimes Feng Xinglang also wondered: Is this under-flat criminal in front of him really risking his life to save his life?

"How about you to kill Hetun now?"

Feng Xinglang asked. Asked clearly.

Cong Gang raised his eyebrow slightly, squinted at Zhi Guang towards Feng Xinglang. It should have been a faint smile, but after meeting Feng Xinglang's stare gaze, he smiled on his face again .

What is measuring what, and making some kind of judgment. It's complicated.

"I'm not sure!" So, these three words lightly overflowed from Cong Gang's lips.

"Plus me, you will be sure!" Feng Xinglang hummed.

Cong Gang raised his eyes to Feng Xinglang again, and then glanced at the small thing on the sofa.

"But I think it might be more reliable to add your own son! He is the favorite son of Hetun, and he used him to persuade Hetun to submit, maybe a little bit sure."

Cong Gang was so generous in front of a father to talk about using his son as a hostage.

"Dare you hit my son's idea, I will kill you!" Feng Xinglang snapped.

Cong Gang smiled, "You can't beat me again, how can you kill me?"

To put it bluntly, Feng Xinglang didn't just itch his hands, almost all over his body.

"Dog, can't you talk to Lao Zi well?"

Feng Xinglang's energetic Chao Cong just rushed over, trying to pinch Cong Gang's neck ... It was a success!

As soon as Feng Xing Lang got stuck in his neck, Cong Gang moved the tea table in front of him as a whole, so as to avoid Feng Xing Lang's recklessness and smashing the cups on the tea table to the ground ... Disturbing Lin Nuo's dreams!

But it gave Feng Xinglang a misunderstanding: he thought he could really play Cong Gang!

Feng Xinglang belongs to that type of lean man; Cong was relatively thinner just now. Therefore, when Feng Xinglang banged on him with his weight, Cong Gang was busy pushing the tea table away again, and then Feng Xinglang took the opportunity to sneak in.

Cong Gang fell off the chair, and drove Feng Xinglang's body to the potted plants at the corners; Feng Xinglang just picked up the potted plants and smashed Cong Gang's head, but didn't think about him. The next Cong Gang suddenly took a high-tech draw, and by the way, brought down Feng Xinglang's unsteady body ...

The next second, a coherent fluttering action, back-cutting one of Feng Xinglang's arm behind him; Cong Gang pressed Feng Xinglang, who was lying on the ground with one knee, making him unable to move.

"Cong Gang, are you really a dog thing?"

Feng Xinglang was panting. I haven't recovered a good body, and I'm even more sinking.

"But it looks like ... Feng Xinglang didn't intend to play with me!"

Seeing that Feng Erye was a little bit ashamed and angry, Cong Gang still loosened his restraint.

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang was already lying on the hollow cymbals, and Cong Gang was doing steam treatment for him.

"Give me a little look at Hetun! As soon as he is blowing the wind and grass, you start off first!"

Feng Xinglang rested his eyes closed, the sound overflowing from the thin lips was full of laziness.

"Hetun is so cruel, I can't do this job! I want to live a few more years, but I don't want him to be a corpse so soon!"

Cong Gang held various parts of Feng Xinglang's body and applied the medicine where he murmured.

Dead body ... Dead body ... Listen, how so harsh!

And even more sad!

"What if I want you to do that?"

Feng Xinglang opened his eyes and stared at Cong Gang sharply.

"I personally think: Let's do this job. It is more appropriate for you to go to Yanbang!"

Cong Gang said very lightly, but the movements on his hands were not a bit vague, and his power control was very precise.

"Did you mean it?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

"That's right," Cong Gang sighed slightly. "That would be a life-threatening job!"

"Are you afraid of death?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

"Of course I'm afraid of death!"

Cong Gang's hand pushed Feng Xinglang's waist, and he answered with an affirmative voice, "I don't know when I started, I suddenly became very afraid of death ... really!"