Chapter 1356: Stop pretending!

"Wow ... so cool!"

The dry heat of the day faded, and the evening breeze in the mountain forest was extremely cool. Even the moonlight became extremely bright.

The little boy climbed up the fence and opened his arms as if to embrace the cool night breeze.

"Be careful, don't fall!"

Feng Xinglang reminded his son who was climbing up the fence with concern, "Come down! The terrace is just as cool!"

"Daddy, do you think there is Vampire in that cemetery?"

Because of curiosity, it seems that the little guy is quite interested in vampires. Especially when I came to Cong Gang here at night, my curiosity became even heavier.

"Maybe there is."

Feng Xinglang hummed, "Good boy, what are you doing with a horrible thing like a little hair kid? If there are really vampires, you might scare the pants!"

"No! If I have Vampire, I'll take it back and keep it!"

"Keep a vampire? Son, what a bizarre hobby you have!"

Feng Xinglang really couldn't accept his son's hobbies. Although he didn't believe in any ghosts or gods, Feng Xinglang kept aloof from those horrible things.

"Dad, would you go with me to the graveyard and grab a Vampire?"

The children raised in Hetun are really not afraid of heaven. Or the little guy is still young, and curiosity is far greater than fear.

"..." Feng Xinglang's lips trembled slightly. "About vampires, that's just a legend! No one has ever seen anything Vampire! Besides, you are willing to leave the big caterpillar alone and blow cold wind What about? "

"I'm okay. You go with your son to catch a vampire! I just want to see what Vampire looks like!"

Cong Gang did not give Feng Xinglang a chance to shirk. Because he knew Feng Xinglang didn't like the gloomy place of the cemetery.

"Dad, dear, accompany me! Maybe I can catch a Vampire back! It will also open the eyes of the big caterpillar."

Just being coaxed by Cong just now, the little guy is even more energetic.

"They all sleep under the ground! You go to their place to disturb them to rest ... not so good?"

Feng Xinglang politely rejected his son's creepy request.

"That's not the case! Vampire sleeps under the ground during the day and comes out at night! You are all out, dear, you don't even know this!"

It's not that difficult for a little guy to be capricious.

"Well, you should go with Wei Kang. They just happened to talk to the caterpillar."

Feng Xinglang spotted Wei Kang and Yanawah shaking downstairs. Seems to be unloading from a van.

"it is good!"

Unexpectedly, the little guy should have arrived in one sip, turned around and ran downstairs and ran downstairs, "Daddy, you have to take care of the big caterpillar! My dear son will definitely catch a Vampire and come back and see ! "

"Be careful! The graveyard is so overcast, don't go down and let them hold you!"

The newborn calf is really not afraid of tigers. Even the adults are afraid of things, even the little ones will find them cheerfully.

It's not the first time that the little man is looking for Vampire in the cemetery in front of him. Cong Gang took him back one time last time.

In fact, as long as you look at life and death, and the origin and disappearance of life, you will not be afraid of what the dead say. Just like plants, they grow out of the soil and then return to the soil. Everything is endless.

Watching his son sit on Yanava's shoulder and happily look for a vampire, Feng Xinglang opened his mouth leisurely.

"The two pots of orchids ... what do you prefer?"

Cong Gang froze for a moment. It should have been unexpected that Feng Xinglang would ask him again.

"I haven't said that already, I like the pot of Phalaenopsis!"

Cong had a bad temper and Feng Xinglang said again.

There seems to be a little bit of a scruples: I am worried that Feng Xinglang will mess with him while his son is away!

"Really?"

"of course it's true."

"... I didn't expect you to be such a superficial person!"

"Don't you like Meran, who you just randomly choose, fail to be superficial?"

Cong just looked at Feng Xinglang; Feng Xinglang was just staring at him.

"Actually you know that Moran was chosen by me, but you intentionally said that you like Phalaenopsis to make my son happy ... right?"

"You think too much, I just like that pot of Phalaenopsis!"

Cong Gang turned his head and looked for Yannava and the little figure. The little boy waved a light stick in his hand, and was particularly noticeable in the dark graveyard.

"Cong Gang, because of your unjust choice, Lao Tzu has to pay a terrible price."

Cong just didn't answer. It is estimated that Feng Xinglang was playing with arrogance unreasonably.

"Do you know what the little guy asked me to promise him?"

Seeing that Cong hadn't responded, Feng Xinglang asked and answered, "If I lose, the little guy asked me to go to Pete Castle to see Hetun together!"

Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang staring straight into the distance, "You killed me ... so you have to take responsibility!"

"If you don't want to go, no one can force you! Don't make such naive excuses! Too arrogant!"

"..." This dog thing! How can it be so harsh when he said it from his mouth!

"It seems that you are not going to be responsible?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

Cong Gang turned his head and glanced at Feng Xinglang lightly. "Feng Xinglang, there is one thing you need to know: even if I am injured, it is more than enough to deal with you!"

It's so unfriendly to say so!

Totally provocative!

"Can't talk to Lao Tzu?"

Feng Xinglang was not too annoyed. To talk about it, he really can't do Cong Gang. The key purpose is not the same: one is just for physical fitness; the other is a nirvana that can kill a person. Although Feng Xinglang knew that Cong Gang would not be used on him.

"Then how do you think I ... responsible?"

Cong Gang asked softly, "Change to your son and say: What I like is the basin of Moran? I can't tell you what kind of offense!"

Cong Gang blocked what Feng Xinglang might want to say in advance.

"Cong Gang, in front of me, don't pretend to be noble!"

Feng Xinglang hummed, close to the half-lying Cong Gang, "Actually, you went to Mexico City just to repay Xing Er's kindness! By the way, my son saved Hetun ... and nothing more!"

Cong Gang was not in a hurry to refute what Feng Xinglang was. I just looked at him quietly: Feng Xinglang's eyes seemed to be soaked with stars, and by the moonlight, it was as warm as flowing Xinghe.

"I'm not noble! But not as insignificant as you! Feng Xinglang, you're too smart!"