Chapter 1385: He was stupid!

Xing Ba silently, just watching Feng Xinglang quietly.

As his noble prince, how could he understand the helplessness of these righteous sons?

"You don't have to guess: it must be the old fellow in Hetun who just used it for his own sake and walked alone! With the army? He thought he could cover the sky with one hand.

Feng Xinglang said lowly, "Leaving Peteburg, anyone who knows him knows Hetun!"

"Don't say that ... My righteous father is also trying to save my second brother!"

In Xing Ba's mind, Hetun is not just the commander. He seems to have regarded Hetun as the closest person in his life. He would hesitate to follow Hetun's birth and death.

"Rescued a dying Xing Er, but almost took the lives of your sons ..."

Feng Xinglang called out a sullen breath, "As long as his Xing Er's life is fate, your life is not fate ?!"

"Yifu said: Even the body, he will bring the second brother back to bury him!"

Xing Ba dropped his face and said, "In fact, my righteous father is not as unfriendly as you think."

"He's stupid!"

Feng Xinglang hissed and then remained silent again.

"Prince Xing, can you see my righteous father ... It really touches me." Xing Ba faded a weak smile.

Feng Xinglang tilted Xing Bayi, "Is it so touched? I didn't see you crying!"

"..." This humor is really cold. But it is warm and friendly.

"How did you get out of danger later?" Feng Xinglang asked. "It's really hard for you to pick up a half-dead body and come back!"

Hetun they could finally escape from the danger, which is closely related to Cong Gang. This matter was clearly known to the bank; he just wanted to hear what Xing Ba said. Because from Xing Bakou, he can get more information. For example, Hetun's views on Cong Gang and so on!

"It's really thanks to Cong Gang that he can pick up his life this time! He led a dozen mercenaries and played a high level of sound; he not only rescued my second brother, but also rescued us."

Hearing, Xing Ba still admires Cong Gang. Words are also full of gratitude.

"Cong just knew how to play strategy and strategy. Why didn't you know?"

Feng Xinglang said coldly, "Will it be the brains of so many of you, not as good as Cong Gang's granite head?"

"You are too underestimated Cong Gang ... he was taught by my elder brother! At first, my second brother said that Cong Gang was very talented ... Remember when Cong Gang was 14 years old, he could use it successfully. The dagger pressed against my brother's throat! "

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: It's not surprising that Cong Gang had to rush to Mexico City to return Xing Er's favor!

"I don't think he's so stubborn! Haven't he made himself as embarrassed as a corpse yet?"

"..." Xing Ba gave a blank look to Feng Xinglang, "If you replaced you, I would probably die seven or eight times! Not to mention you can leave a small life to go back!"

Feng Xing Lang silently, did not care about Xing Ba's sarcasm, but just leisurely asked: "What about Hetun? What is his attitude towards Cong Gang? Still thinking about destroying Cong Gang?"

"Then I don't know! We will never be bold enough to try to figure out what my righteous father means!"

Xing Baton changed his voice, "But ... Cong Gang is not someone else who wants to destroy him, he can be destroyed! The key is that his helpers are not inferior to those of fourteen and seventeen ..."

"You mean that Wei Kang?"

Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows. "He's not as bad as you think! He's just a draw with me!"

In fact, Feng Xinglang also wanted to add: There is that Ba Song, which is not Yan's opponent at all! Ba Song prefers technical fighting; Yan Bang is only for physical fitness! This can be defeated by Yan Bang, which is really not good!

Xing Ba glanced at the contempt on Feng Xinglang's face, "That's because you haven't seen Cong Gang really fiercely ..."

"Severe? Oh, it's really 'severe'! When I picked him up from Chinatown, he was more than half dead! The sore, almost sore body, was almost completely soaked in blood!"

Feng Xinglang sneered again and again, "It was severely beaten!"

I don't know why, as long as someone mentioned in front of him how stubborn Cong was, Feng Xinglang would be upset! I always feel that Cong Gang is a dog slave, and he shouldn't overpower his master!

"What? Have you rescued Cong Gang?"

Xing Ba asked tightly. His mouth was a little closed.

"Do you need to be so surprised?" Feng Xinglang asked back. Because Xing Ba's response was a bit big.

"Oh, huh ..." I couldn't tell whether Xing Ba was sneering or sneering, "Feng Xinglang, you're a treasure!"

"..." Feng Xinglang stared at him narrowly. "What do you mean? Cong Gang is very valuable?"

The businessman's mode of thinking allowed Feng Xinglang to instinctively associate the "bao" in Xing Bakou with money.

"If you can really exchange money from your hands to Cong Gang, I think there will be many people waiting in line!"

Wei Pao, Xing Baqing sighed, "Maybe my righteous father will be one of them!"

"..." Will there be many people waiting in line for Cong Gang? As for what?

At the thought of Cong Gang's uncontrolled and unruly thing, Feng Xinglang became very big.

Obviously it was just a bereavement dog that he had picked up, but he had to pretend to be a taciturn tall and unkempt dog!

Most of the time I also like pretending to be a ghost! Pretending to be mysterious, deep, and unpredictable!

"By the way, Cong had almost violently killed the streets ... who actually did it?"

Feng Xinglang wanted to know, "Isn't it Hetun, or Xing Er?"

It seems that it was because Hetun forced Cong Gang's bottle cap dad to cause Cong Gang's heartfelt hatred against Hetun!

The conversation between the two was interrupted by a rapid clapping.

"Daddy ... Daddy ... Are you there?"

Outside the door, there was an urgent clapping of Lin Nuo's children. The door of Xing Ba's room was locked by Feng Xinglang, and the little guy who could not push it became anxious.

As soon as Feng Xinglang opened the door, the little boy fell into his arms with a grievance, humming with tears.

"Dad ... He didn't want to open the door ... Older son knocked on the door for a long time, there was no sound at all! My son was worried that Old Twelve would not want to open ..."

Really more than a pretense!

Wouldn't it ruin your beauty? !!

The key point is that Xing Shiliang does not rely on his face to eat!

In fact, Feng Xinglang was able to understand Xing Twelve: once the elder brother Feng Lixin, like him, did not want to see people! Resist anyone who wants to approach him and care about him!