Feng Xinglang buried his head in Yan Bang's shirt.
Yan Bang, who had his shirt taken off, showed off his muscular body. His Swarzenegger-like physique was full of explosive power.
"Why, do you despise yourself now?"
Seeing Feng Xinglang's appearance, Yan Bang was amused. He lifted Feng Xinglang's head and rested it on his lap. "It's all your own smell."
Feng Xinglang did not want to speak. He felt that his whole body was extremely weak.
Pain, hunger, and the dirty smell really made him physically and mentally exhausted.
"What's wrong? Where does it hurt again? "
Yan Bang put his warm palm into Feng Xinglang's shirt and tried to press his internal organs.
"Bang, what kind of life do you expect?"
Feng Xinglang's handsome face was covered by his shirt. His expression could not be read. However, such a question seemed to be too serious.
"The life that I expect …"
Hearing Feng Xinglang's question, Yan Bang was startled. It seemed that he did not have too many expectations for his future life.
"You want me to tell you the truth?" Yan Bang asked.
"… Then don't say it!"
Feng Xinglang nipped this question that had just been asked but had yet to be answered in the bud.
"Are you kidding me?"
Yan Bang snorted in dissatisfaction. "You asked but you can't say it?"
"Bang, if I insist on giving you a woman to marry, will you obey? Or will you resist? "
Feng Xinglang changed to a more direct topic. "Just tell me, do you accept or not!"
"Accept! Of course I accept! "
Yan Bang's answer surprised Feng Xinglang. But when he wanted to ask further, Yan Bang's next words made him choke with anger.
"But this woman can only be your Lin Xue Luo! That way, I can sleep with Feng Xinglang's woman and hit your child! ' Hahaha … "
Yan Bang's bold laughter made Feng Xinglang's hands itch. He wanted to beat him up, but he did not have the strength.
"Bitch!"
Feng Xinglang hissed two words from between his teeth.
"I'm that cheap … Why don't you bite me?" Yan Bang laughed heartily again.
Suddenly, Feng Xinglang felt two soft and warm things fall on his lips through his shirt …
For more than 20 hours, relying only on a few mouthfuls of water to sustain his life, it was indeed unbearable.
At this moment, Feng Xinglang could be said to be suffering from both hunger and pain.
But it was not convenient for him to say it.
He knew that with Yan Bang's personality, he would definitely make a big fuss and ask those ruffian soldiers to help him eat.
Since these ruffians wanted to torture them, how could they give them food so easily? He might even get a good beating. That would not be worth it.
What they could do now was to reduce their presence and quietly wait for a certain someone to arrive.
"Are you hungry?" Yan Bang asked.
"Not hungry!"
Feng Xinglang muttered again, "Bear with it!"
"Are you really waiting for God to save us?"
Yan Bang was just about to lift Feng Xinglang's shirt off his face, but Feng Xinglang stopped him.
"I told you to wait, so just wait!"
Feng Xinglang's voice became a little more vicious. "Don't drag me down with you! Do you understand? "
"Who is the God you are waiting for? If not your father, Hetun … Could it be Old Bai? "
There were not many people who could compete with a major general. Other than Hetun, who loved his son dearly, Yan Bang could only think of Grandpa Bai!
"You are not waiting for the police, are you?" Yan Bang added in a humorous tone.
"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed … Wait obediently, then you can save your life!"
Feng Xinglang replied in a low and weak voice.
"Do you have to be so mysterious? I am not afraid of death! "
Yan Bang leaned over and put his face on Feng Xinglang's forehead.
"If you want to die, you have to die outside! There is only so much space, I don't want to fall asleep smelling your corpse! "
"Don't worry, even if I really die one day, I'll make sure you have a good meal first! Otherwise, I will not die in peace! "
"Yan, I bet you don't dare!"
"…"
*****
Amidst the chaos, he did not know whether he was asleep or awake.
He only knew that endless hunger was attacking him, torturing Feng Xinglang until he was exhausted. He did not even want to speak.
In a daze, he heard the uniform footsteps of the soldiers again.
Yan Bang had also woken up. As the footsteps approached, he tightened his arms around her.
"If they dare to touch you again, I will fight them to the death!"
"Calm down! Even if they fight to the death, you are just cannon fodder! "
Feng Xinglang sat up and listened carefully to the movements outside the cabin door.
The cabin door was opened, and a glaring light came in.
"Our major general invites you."
Feng Xinglang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the person's words. Fortunately, he did not need to be beaten. But whether the situation would be worse, he did not know.
Feng Xinglang could actually walk. But he still let Yan Bang help him move forward.
Showing weakness, to a certain extent, could numb the enemy and win more opportunities for himself.
Moreover, he had beaten up the precious son of Fang Yiyan. If he appeared in front of Fang Yiyan's father again, wouldn't he be asking for a beating?
After walking up and down for four to five minutes, he finally arrived at a strange room.
The whole room was in black and white. A dark wooden box was placed on the innermost table. And the portrait …
It seemed that this was undoubtedly a mourning hall.
The mourning hall of Fang Yiyan's mother!
A tall and straight figure was bowing to the portrait. Three lit incense sticks were giving off wisps of green smoke.
After hearing the noise, the figure with his back facing the door turned around.
He had a chiseled and solemn face; it was filled with the dignity and alienation of a soldier.
Feng Xinglang frowned slightly. This person was Fang Yiyan's father, the major general who abused his power?
She felt that Fang Yi Yan didn't look like his biological father, but he did look a bit like the woman in the portrait.
"Feng Xinglang! Yan Bang! "
Fang Yiyan's father's voice was sonorous and powerful.
"Nice to meet you, Major General Fang."
Feng Xinglang responded politely.
"One of you is the God of Fortune of Shen City, and the other is the local tyrant of Shen City. You two are in cahoots with each other. You have been doing evil in Shen City for many years, haven't you?!"
Fang Yiyan's father's words sounded righteous. It felt like he was judging Feng Xinglang and Yan Bang.
"So what? Are you f * cking not convinced? "
Yan Bang sneered, "If you are not convinced, you can only hold it in!"
"Hehe." Fang Qiu's father glanced at Yan Bang coldly and chuckled. "You really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth! Does he really think that he can do anything in this world? "
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