Cong Gang's movements were smooth and perfect.
He did not give the sad Feng Xinglang a chance to struggle or resist.
After all, it was not as easy as touching a tiger's d * ck!
If he had a choice, Cong Gang would definitely prefer to touch a tiger's d * ck!
Of course, it would be uncomfortable to have a hard object suddenly inserted into one's muscles.
"What are you doing?"
Feng Xinglang instinctively defended himself. He kicked Cong Gang, who was still holding the modified air nail gun.
His goal was achieved. Cong Gang realized that Feng Xinglang would definitely attack him, so he moved sideways to avoid it. He was probably worried about the wound on Feng Xinglang's arm and was anxious to take a look at it. However, he was still kicked by Feng Xinglang. He staggered and stabilized his body.
"Hiss … Uh, what is it?"
Feng Xinglang moved his arm. The muscle tissue was damaged, and he gasped in pain.
"This is something that a metal detector can't detect! The wound will heal within 24 hours. I will only activate it after you successfully enter the nest in River Tun! "
"I'm keeping it for you to collect your corpse! I hope you can have an intact corpse! "
Cong Gang looked quite relaxed. However, Feng Xinglang could not tell whether Xiao Chen was joking or telling the truth.
Feng Xinglang was slightly stunned. He lowered his head to check the wound on his shoulder.
The wound was only the size of two beans. It could be completely ignored. However, his muscles were invaded by the foreign object. There was an indescribable feeling of swelling and discomfort.
"You might as well put a liquid bomb in my body! I want to die with River Tun! "
Feng Xinglang hissed fiercely. He was even more ruthless and violent after drinking.
"What? You want to die with River Tun? And you want to bring your wife and child? "
Cong Gang could always figure out Feng Xinglang's Holy Will like this.
He carefully wiped the blood from Feng Xinglang's wound with a disinfectant. However, he did not stick a healing paste on the wound.
He seemed to want Feng Xinglang's wound to heal on its own. It would look more natural that way.
"You know River Tun so well … Does it mean that if I choose him, he will definitely live?" Feng Xinglang probed.
Cong Gang looked at Feng Xinglang's depressed eyes and replied faintly.
"Under normal circumstances, he will live!"
"What about the second situation?"
Feng Xinglang asked.
"Under normal circumstances … it's hard to say!"
This question seemed to be asking in vain.
"Then how will I die if I'm with the side that isn't chosen?"
Feng Xinglang asked again.
Cong Gang paused again when he reached the canvas bag. He turned around and stared at Feng Xinglang.
"Why are you so eager to know? If you try it yourself, you will know everything! "
Obviously, Cong Gang did not want to answer Feng Xinglang's question.
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and stared sharply at Cong Gang, who was searching for something in the canvas bag.
"If I'm not wrong, you must be a foster son who was abandoned by River Village, right?"
Cong Gang's movements paused.
Only then did he realize the profoundness of the proverb in China: Accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger!
Cong Gang did not answer, nor did he deny it. But it didn't look like a tacit agreement.
"I said, I don't want to know about your past! But from the day I picked you up, you were already mine! "
Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows. "If I can't kill River Village with my own hands, then this historical responsibility will be handed over to you!"
"Unfortunately, I don't want to accept your historical responsibility! You should find someone else! "
Cong Gang rejected Feng Xinglang.
"Can't bear to take your foster father's life? Then what are you doing now? "
Feng Xinglang sneered.
"To protect your life!" Cong Gang said lightly.
Suddenly, Cong Gang turned around and added, "I will try my best to protect your life! But you can choose to commit suicide! "
"…"
Feng Xinglang really wanted to fight with Cong Gang! Because every word he said was so infuriating.
"Tell me, how will River Village deal with Lin Xueluo and her son?"
Feng Xinglang seemed to be unable to suppress the anxiety in his heart. He pounced on Cong Gang, who was packing his things.
"Don't move, it's Yan Bang!"
Cong Gang hit Feng Xinglang's waist. His body went limp, and he rolled on the carpet.
Yan Bang was a good fighter, but Cong Gang knew every vital part of a person's body, and every move could be fatal.
But against Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang only used one-fifth of his strength, which was enough to knock him out temporarily.
Cong Gang was not in the mood to pester Feng Xinglang. He heard the footsteps coming from the stairs before Feng Xinglang did.
"Are you so afraid of him?"
Feng Xinglang saw Cong Gang's nervousness.
"Do you want me to die again?"
Cong Gang said meaningfully.
Before Feng Xinglang could understand the deeper meaning of this sentence, Cong Gang had already disappeared from the window with his canvas bag.
Sure enough, they were all lowly people. They were all gentlemen on the beam!
*****
It was Housekeeper Mo who opened the door for Yan Bang.
"Where's Feng Xinglang?" Yan Bang asked directly.
"Second Young Master is upstairs." Housekeeper Mo said respectfully, "I'll go upstairs and call him for you, Mr. Yan."
"No need! I'll go find him myself. "
Yan Bang walked briskly through the living room. Just as he stepped on the stairs, he stopped and looked back.
"Has your Second Young Master had dinner yet?" he asked.
"Yes … he has a good appetite." Housekeeper Mo answered truthfully.
Yan Bang nodded thoughtfully, "Alright, you don't have to come upstairs tonight. I'll take care of Xinglang. "
Did this mean that he was going to stay here tonight?
"Thank you, Mr. Yan!"
If Yan Bang could stay here, at least Housekeeper Mo would feel more at ease.
At this point, Housekeeper Mo and Auntie An's hearts were as clear as a mirror. If this family had to sacrifice someone to save itself, the most suitable candidate would definitely be Young Master Feng Lixin!
One was the rising sun, the other was past his prime. It went without saying which was more important.
But in Feng Lixin's medical room, Yan Bang could not find Feng Xinglang. The room was very tidy. He probably had not even entered.
Yan Bang followed the subtle sounds and walked to the master bedroom on the second floor.
When he opened the door, he was greeted by the smell of alcohol.
It was not strong, probably a mild wine like red wine.
Feng Xinglang was lying on the large wedding bed, wrapped in festive colors. He was playing with a delicate brocade box in his hand.
"Drowning your sorrows with alcohol?"
Yan Bang snatched the brocade box from Feng Xinglang's hand and weighed it in his hand, "What treasure is it? Why do you love it so much? "
But it was snatched back by Feng Xinglang, "Don't touch my things!"
"So stingy?"
Yan Bang sat down along the edge of the wedding bed and asked leisurely, "Aren't you going to discuss with me how to deal with Hetun?"
"Bang, tell me, is the big brother more important? Or the woman you've slept with? "
Feng Xinglang asked.
"Not as important as you!"
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