At this moment, Feng Xinglang considered himself as the 'Crown Prince', and it was purely because he was' compromising '.
To put it in a positive light, he did not want to hurt Xing Shiqi, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old. To put it in a gloomy light, it was because he was no match for Xing Shiqi. He could only use his identity to scare Xing Shiqi!
Xing Shiqi did not respond to Feng Xinglang's urging. He only moved his mouth and stared at Feng Xinglang's thin lips. It seemed to be waiting for him to finish what he wanted to say.
"I have to do it myself?"
Feng Xinglang rebuked coldly, and then he stood up and walked towards Xing San who was tied up.
"You don't have a key!"
Xing Shiqi shook the key in his hand as a reminder.
"Good boy, give me the key! After I inherit the throne, I'll make you the boss … That way, you'll be able to suppress Xing Twelve and Xing Eight! "
Feng Xinglang was rather patient. He casually said to sow discord, "You hate them too, don't you? Always ordering around a new comrade like you! "
"You're wrong! I don't hate Eighth Brother and Twelfth Brother! Eighth Brother treats me the best! "
Xing Shiqi practiced behind Xing Ba. Therefore, his feelings for Xing Ba were deeper.
"Seventeen, you're still young. You don't know how to see through appearances! Old Xing's treatment of you isn't good, it's just blatant exploitation! Understand? "
Feng Xinglang chatted leisurely with Xing Shiqi as he quietly approached him. When he was only an arm's length away from Xing Shiqi, he suddenly pounced on Xing Shiqi. Their goal was clear, and that was to snatch the key from his hands.
"Haha, I didn't snatch it!"
Xing Shiqi's body shot back like an arrow, and his reaction speed was even faster than Xing Ba's.
Even Feng Xinglang was amazed by Xing Shiqi's extremely strange reaction speed. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to steal it, but it was still possible to swindle it.
"Seventeen, stop fooling around! Give me the key! Actually, this is also an order from your foster father. He's been very tired recently, so he sent me to have a chat with Xing San. Just let him have a drink or something. You're so powerful, he won't be able to escape from your palm! "
Perhaps the second half of the compliment had worked. Xing Shiqi weighed the key in his hand and repeated, "Did my godfather really say that?"
There's hope!
This child was quite smart.
Feng Xinglang furrowed his brows without batting an eyelid. "Why would I lie to you? Besides, with your IQ, do you think I can fool you? Moreover, we're in this four-dimensional space. With you around, do you still need to worry that the heavily injured Xing San will run away? "
"That's true!"
Xing Shiqi looked at the quiet entrance. The outside should be guarded by Xing Ba, Senior Martial Brother. Since this guy could come in so openly, it must be an order from his adoptive father, He Tun.
"If you don't want to open the lock, then forget it. I'll go wake up your foster father and let him personally order you!"
Feng Xinglang pretended to take a few steps towards the door.
"I'll open the lock for Xing Three right now!"
Social experience was still very important. Xing Shiqi was not wronged by Feng Xinglang's deception.
Xing San's injuries were not light. His limbs, which had been locked for a long time, were almost paralyzed.
Xing Ba and Xing Shier both understood the principle of 'there's no need to rush to torture each other'. However, Xing Shiqi, who was a newborn calf that was not afraid of tigers, did not understand! He would only complete the task with high quality according to his adoptive father, He Tun's orders.
"Sorry, I'm late!"
Feng Xinglang came forward and wanted to support Xing San, who was on the verge of collapsing. However, Xing San raised his hand slightly to indicate that he could do it.
However, Xing San did not quite understand Feng Xinglang's' sorry '!
Was he exchanging pleasantries with him?
He was just a prisoner of He Tun. There seemed to be no need to be courteous with him!
"Come and sit down. Let's have a drink and chat."
Feng Xinglang first sat in front of the simple foldable wooden table.
Xing San seemed to hesitate for a moment before he dragged his feet towards the wooden table.
Actually, Xing San knew Feng Xinglang's intentions very well. He did not want to ask him about the whereabouts of Feng Lixin's daughter, Feng Tuantuan.
It was just that He Tun used torture, while Feng Xinglang used sugar-coated bullets instead.
It took Xing San three to four minutes to sit a few meters away from the table.
Xing Shiqi snorted impatiently at the side. He almost reached out to drag Xing San over and force him to sit down.
In fact, Xing San had thought a lot and weighed a lot in these three to four minutes.
The bright red wine swayed in the crystal clear glasses. Feng Xinglang pushed one of the glasses to Xing San.
"This is a toast to you on behalf of my wife and child! I'll drink first as a sign of respect! "
Raising his head, Feng Xinglang drained the glass of red wine in one gulp. Then, he started the topic, "Before I left to look for my niece, my wife, Lin Xueluo, mentioned that if you hadn't left a life-saving buoy for them and their child, I'm afraid they would have …"
Xing San glanced at Feng Xinglang before his gaze fell on the glass of red wine.
He did not touch it. He did not drink it!
Feng Xinglang asked with a smile, "Why? Are you afraid that I'll poison you?"
"How's Lan Youyou?"
After a long time, Xing San finally asked this question from his throat.
He had been emotional for a long time, but Xing San had been thinking about that woman, Lan Youyou?
"Much better! But I heard that she didn't see you after she woke up, so she refused to cooperate with the treatment! "
Feng Xinglang answered truthfully about Lan Youyou's recent situation.
"This girl … Why is she so silly?"
Xing San's heart ached. But at the same time, there was also a trace of relief.
"I promised you that you would get the beauty back …"
Feng Xinglang snorted softly. "You didn't seize the opportunity last time."
There was really something to talk about between Feng Xinglang and Xing San.
Xing Shiqi stood beside Feng Xinglang and listened indifferently. It seemed that it was not possible for him to leave.
Feng Xinglang did not care that Xing Shiqi was present and heard his conversation with Xing San. With this child's IQ, he was only limited to informing Hetun. That would save Feng Xinglang a lot of trouble.
Xing San smiled bitterly. Judging from his facial expression, the memory of 'hugging the beauty' was both painful and joyful.
"Feng Xinglang, you are a dignified man. You can forgive Hetun, the initiator … Why can't you forgive Lan Youyou, who is just a chess piece? Even if she hurt your big brother, she did it to save you! But you let her down! "
From a certain point of view, Xing San's words could be regarded as a righteous criticism.
Feng Xinglang snorted coldly. "Xing San, you only know one thing but not the other! I think you still don't know what happened after that, right? Lan Youyou deliberately murdered my wife. That's an unforgivable crime! "
Xing San was silent for a few seconds. "… That's because she loves you too much."
"Love me? If it were you, would you be able to accept such a twisted love? "Feng Xinglang asked coldly.
"Actually, this is also the evil consequence of you deceiving her to give birth to your big brother Feng Lixin's daughter!"
Xing San stared straight at Feng Xinglang. "Feng Xinglang, the culprit of all these evil consequences is actually you and Hetun! The grudges between you and your father have harmed too many innocent people! Including your big brother Feng Lixin, Lan Youyou … Including your wife Lin Xueluo, and the next generation Feng Tuan Tuan and Little Fifteen! "
Xing San paused for a moment and muttered softly, "And you, Feng Xinglang!"
Feng Xinglang was silent. It wasn't just because of Xing San's bloody analysis …
After two to three minutes of silence, Feng Xinglang seemed to have regained his senses.
"Xing San, I'll grant you another chance to 'bring home a beauty'! This is a rare opportunity, don't miss it! "
"Hehe … Hehehe!"
Xing San sneered. "The condition in exchange should be the whereabouts of your niece, Feng Tuan Tuan, right?"
"You guessed it right!"
Feng Xinglang said humorously. "It's so easy to talk to smart people!"
"Heh, hehehe …" Xing San sneered again. "Feng Xinglang, do you think I'm a fool? Or do you think you're a fool? Do you think it's possible for me to hug a beauty in my current situation? "
"What's wrong? Don't tell me that thing in your pants got injured … and you can't work anymore?"
"…" The corner of Xing San's lips twitched.
"Since I'm willing to grant you a beauty, I'm sincere enough. I can let you take Lan Youyou away first, and when you feel that you're safe, you can tell me Tuan Tuan's whereabouts! How about that? That's sincere enough, right? "
Feng Xinglang stared deeply into Xing San's eyes. His handsome face was taut, solemn and cold.
Xing San was obviously stunned for a moment. This kind of sincerity … was indeed sincere enough!
However, Xing San was still trying to determine if Feng Xinglang was lying to him!
"Do you think I'm lying to you?"
Feng Xinglang read out Xing San's thoughts.
Xing San nodded. "Let's not talk about whether your words can be trusted or not. Let's talk about Hetun … Can you speak for him?"
Even if Feng Xinglang's words could be trusted, Xing San was still most worried about Hetun. If Hetun refused to let him and Lan Youyou live, then all of Feng Xinglang's promises would be empty talk.
"Xing San, no matter how much I promise you now, you're still doubting me! Why don't you give it a try? "
Feng Xinglang poured some red wine into his glass. "This is the second glass. I wish you can successfully hug a beauty!"
Feng Xinglang drank it in one gulp, but Xing San still didn't drink it. It wasn't that he suspected the red wine was poisonous, but he really didn't want to drink it.
Feng Xinglang finished the second glass and poured himself a third.
"This third glass must be your wish for me! Wish that my family can be reunited soon! "
Without waiting for Xing San to reply, Feng Xinglang drank the third glass of red wine in one gulp.
Xing San spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva as he watched Feng Xinglang drink all three glasses of red wine without any hesitation.
"Alright, I promise you! If you allow me to hug a beauty, I'll allow you to have a family reunion! "
Xing San agreed without hesitation.
He knew that if he continued to stay here, he would only be tortured to death by the people of Hetun! If that happened, he wouldn't even have the chance to see Lan Youyou one last time! He would eventually die of exhaustion here.
Since he was going to die either way, of course he would choose to see Lan Youyou one last time before dying.
Moreover, Feng Xinglang's sincerity sounded really sincere! He would rather believe it!
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