Chapter 812: I only think of you as a dog!

One was deep, the other was evil, and the two men stared at each other like this.

There is a kind of tacit understanding, but it seems that the strange feeling between the two is blocked by the mountains.

"You know me so well?"

Feng Xinglang's voice rose slightly, looking into Cong Gang's eyes, covering a thin layer of water mist, as if to stop Cong Gang from examining his inner heart.

"I don't understand you! I'm just guessing! How can you be so inferior for me to have such a powerful intelligence?"

Cong Gang knew that Feng Xinglang was so cunning as a fox, and he didn't like others to try to figure out his mind. So Cong changed his mouth immediately.

Don't look at Feng Xinglang who smiles with your gentleman on the surface, maybe you have some bad heart in your stomach now.

"So humble?"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his cold eyes, "Cong Gang, your flattery tonight ... It's a little overdone! It makes people feel particularly unreal, and brings a bit of hypocrisy."

Cong just silent.

Sure enough, you must be careful when talking to Feng Xinglang. He will catch clues from your words and deeds.

"I disobey you, you don't like it; flatter you, you still don't like ... Feng Xinglang, you are really hard to serve!"

Cong just sighed slightly.

"Difficult to serve? Have you served me recently?"

Feng Xinglang removed his strong legs resting on the coffee table, leaned forward and got closer to Cong, "I want your loyalty!"

Cong Gang was still silent. Perhaps not answering is the best answer at this moment.

"Let's talk, what's been going on with the dogs lately?"

Intuition told Feng Xinglang: Cong Gang must be hiding something invisible. He didn't even talk to him before, but there was more flatter that made Feng Xinglang uncomfortable.

Cong Gang stared deep into Feng Xinglang's eyes, passing a hint of imperceptibility.

"Feng Xinglang, when you picked me up from Chinatown ... Have you ever thought of raising tigers one day?"

When asking this sentence, Cong Gang's eyes were very real.

Feng Xinglang's eyelids drooped slightly, and he took a small tea cup and drank it.

"I never thought of you as a tiger! I only thought of you as a dog!"

Feng Xinglang raised Yingting's eyebrows and asked, "You dog, is this the master who is thinking about biting me?"

Cong Gang has long been accustomed to Feng Xinglang's arrogant posture, and has not become angry or angry because he judges himself as a dog.

There doesn't seem to be any harsh words that can anger Cong Gang!

Cong was silent, not knowing what he was thinking. On some of her thin faces, there was a cloud of uncertainty.

"Do you really want to bite my master?"

From the moment of silence, Feng Xinglang considered it a default.

"You want me to die ... why save me three or two times to save me? In order to repay? Is revenge over? Is it time to start revenge?"

Feng Xinglang looked at Cong Gang's eyes while analyzing, trying to find clues in Cong Gang's facial expression.

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

Feng Xinglang couldn't understand the gray light in Cong Gang's eyes.

For a few seconds, Feng Xinglang smiled indifferently, "I'm so touched!"

The bones of his fingers are used to stroke his jaw. "If I am old and sick and dead to the brink of death, but you are healthy and healthy, will you still have to honour me first?"

Dead first?

This humor is so cold ...

"Relax, my scarred body can't survive you! You will definitely live longer than me!"

Cong Gang's eyebrows stretched a bit.

Glancing at the scar on Cong Gang's arm, Feng Xinglang's brow frowned. "Then you die now! Don't waste food in the world! Just leave Wei Kang for me!"

When mentioning the topic of "death", Feng Xinglang suddenly became angry.

Whether it is the arrogant Yan Bang or the weird Cong Gang, he is a good brother who was born and died.

Now one disappeared without a message; one who spoke softly about life and death really made Feng Xinglang very uncomfortable.

"I can't die now! Wait a few days ... it's dead or alive, I will listen to respect!"

Cong Gang's expression was faint.

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

Yan Bang always said: He was ready for the day of violent death on the street.

"Go-you-mum-!"

Feng Xinglang gave a low hissing curse and turned away.

Cong Gang didn't watch Feng Xinglang leave, but looked at the cup of Feng Xinglang who had just drank tea quietly.

People take tea to cool?

It wasn't until the roar of that arrogant engine drifted away that Wei Kang came up to the living room from the basement.

"Boss, you all told Feng Xinglang that it was so obvious ... Will he beware of us? If he really guarded us, how could he catch him back as a chip?"

Cong Gang did not want to answer this question, so he remained silent for a long time.

For a long time, Cong asked softly just now, "How is the third-born Royal Dragon City taking over?"

"Well ... there should be six to seventy percent supporters! The youngest is well-known in Yulong City, much better than the brutal Yanbang!"

"Let the third child quit!"

"Quit? Now? This is the best time for us to take over Yulong City!"

Cong Gang turned his head and gave Wei Kang a slight glance, "Will I call you Boss?"

Wei Kang's face suddenly changed, "I'll go and notify the third child immediately!"

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When Feng Xinglang rushed to Yulong City, the crowdless Yulong City was full of joy.

With the withdrawal of "Zhong San", all kinds of crooked and split dates are trying to become the boss of Yulong City.

The hustle and bustle of fighting returned to calm when Feng Xinglang appeared.

"Your boss is not dead yet! Do you all want to rebel?"

Feng Xinglang whispered his voice, and dragged some of the coaxers headed in anger, which was a good blow to cover his face.

Tired of fist, I changed a chair and hit it.

Until Feng Xinglang tired leaned on the side of the wall.

No one dares to fight back!

One is because of the relationship between Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang, and the other is because of Feng Xinglang's status in Shencheng.

With blood on his body, Feng Xinglang stumbled into the living room of Yan Bang.

The living room burned by the fire has already been renovated: the original layout and furnishings; even the oversized sofa 超 is also made in the original style.

Feng Xinglang stood there and stared for a while, then fell straight.

Lying motionless on the sofa, he looked quietly at the crystal lamp on the ceiling.

Subconsciously, he felt that Yan Bang should be less ferocious!