Chapter 1950: I want ...

Cong just looked up and looked into the distance.

In the blue sky, white clouds like cotton wool floated. Blossoming soft clouds linger in the wind, either thick or light, changing their favorite shape from time to time!

It's so relaxing!

Feng Xinglang's patience is not good at this moment, anxiety and anger are accumulated in the body. He is waiting for Cong Gang's answer.

Since Cong Gang did not allow Coben to avoid himself, it was ready to answer his doubts.

I just don't know if he wants to demonstrate with him? Still warning him?

"Köppen is my apprentice."

For a long time, Cong just whispered.

"What? Coppen is your apprentice? You just received it?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

Cong Gang converged, his eyes narrowed, and Fang Xinglang, who held back the anger, said lightly, "Always!"

"Always? Ha ha! You have planted your apprentice beside Hetun for so many years? Cong Gang ... No, resourceful Mr. Song Tai, you have a big game!"

Feng Xinglang hissed every word, and he felt so cold that the Cong Gang in front of him was no longer the Cong Gang he used to be!

"Feng Xinglang, you are more excited than I expected!"

After Cong Gang took the tea cup and took a sip, he whispered and asked, "Coburn is my apprentice, but also the son of Hetun. Is this a problem? It's just his dual identity! : Hetun used to be your enemy, but now you are your respectful biological father! In fact, this is not a conflict or a contradiction! "

Cong Gang's explanation, and his analogy, Feng Xinglang doesn't seem to listen!

Deceived with deep depression and anger, Feng Xinglang's fists clucked.

"It's all your conspiracy? Including you pretending to be a prisoner of Hetun by Köppen and forcing me to shoot at Hetun?"

Feng Xinglang hissed, his fury twisted from his chest, distorting his entire face.

"Originally, I wanted to complete your big filial son: I came to shoot at Hetun, and made you hate me! Let your family resemble each other as a happy ending! But later, I still feel this shot It's more appropriate for you to open it! Because the nature is different, the meaning is also different! "

Cong Gang was holding Feng Xinglang deeply, with a slight smile on his lips, "OK, you didn't let me down!"

"Heh ... hehe!" Feng Xinglang grinned coldly again, "Cong Gang, you really think about me!"

The irony Cong just heard it. He didn't answer, just turned to look straight ahead.

"Then what do you want to do next? Let Coben assassinate Hetun?" Feng Xinglang asked sternly.

"Yeah ... why didn't I think of it ?!"

Cong Gang smiled astringently, "If Coburn had assassinated Hetun ten years ago ... Feng Lixin would not have been burned so badly by the fire! And you Fengxing Lang, not to be Hetun broke his leg, let go of his blood, and was almost made into a mummy! "

"Okay, Cong Gang! Don't mention the past incident of Chen Shimao rotten millet?"

Feng Xinglang interrupted Cong Gang's remarks impatiently, "Tell me what you want to do next! Do you want Hetun to bow to you? Or do you want me to bow to you ?!"

"Father and son converge so quickly?"

Cong Gang glanced at Feng Xinglang obliquely, "Not surprising! After all, you still have his blood flowing from him! Anyway, this blood is going to be thicker than water!"

Feng Xinglang's face was distorted. Seems to endure some anger but cannot vent.

"I don't owe Hetun! I never owe him! I did not forgive him because his blood was flowing in my body, but it was my shame! In my heart, I am still the son of Feng Yishan ! Even if he keeps abusing me, he can't accept me! "

Feng Xinglang raised his head and calmed down his mind, "Cong Gang, you should understand me!"

"Don't ... don't lift me up! I really don't understand you!"

Cong Gang stared at Feng Xinglang in his self-analysis. "In fact, it's quite simple: you go tell Hetun that Keben is my apprentice, let Hetun kill quickly, then the problem will not be solved?"

"..." Did a master betray his apprentice like this? Or is this caterpillar who has been playing pigs and eating tigers trying to test him?

"An old thing with a lingering candle ... Let's go with him! Now Shencheng, but you and my world!" Feng Xinglangdan said.

"What do I want Shencheng to do?"

Cong Gang's cold humming, "I'm not as ambitious as you! I just want to drink tea and look at this scenery every day, like ants, it's passing and chaos!"

Really this guy's heartfelt words? Playing with your own imaginary things! Believe him and be fooled!

"Then I will sip tea with you and accompany you to see the scenery!"

Cooperating with devotion, Feng Xinglang drank the cup of tea and drank it.

Seriously, even if you know that Feng Xinglang is hypocritical, listening to it can still make people feel excited.

"You don't need to sway yourself in such a low profile?"

Cong Gang squinted his eyes, and looked at Feng Xinglang with a smile: "If you want me to let go of Hetun, just say it! I won't force you to kneel and ask me or anything, you're afraid What are you afraid of! "

"What's the point of kneeling? As long as you are willing to uncle Cong, I will always satisfy your hobby!"

Feng Xinglang's face smiled brightly.

"I'm quite happy now ..." Cong Gang looked at Feng Xinglang, who was running the train with a smile.

"Then let you kneel down to Uncle Cong now?"

Feng Xinglang bowed forward, leaning on the edge of the rattan chair, and slowly approaching someone's face, "Where do you say I kneel?"

Cong Gang avoided it, sniffing his breath: "It's okay today, wait for the next time you bring your son and give me this great gift!"

"Caterpillar, if you dare to be a demon again, I will take you out and throw it on the pedestrian street in the city center, and then let everyone watch!"

"It's up to you?"

Cong was about to face his face, but rubbed against Feng Xinglang's nose, then turned back.

"I really think I can't deal with you? Cong Gang, now that I can make you live, I can make you die!" Feng Xinglang murmured fiercely.

"You want my life ... now is an opportunity!" Cong Gang answered flatly.

"Cong Gang, Lao Tzu really took you as a brother and a close friend! You are so deceiving Lao Tzu, so fulfilling?"

"My relationship with Coban ... was there long before you appeared! How can you deceive?"

Feng Xinglang stared tightly at Cong Gang's cluttered eyes that could not be avoided, and a deep voice overflowed from the thin lips:

"I believe you!"