It was concern, but it was also sarcasm.
Everyone has some deep-rooted bad habits.
For example, Yan Bang served Feng Xinglang like a master. After he got used to it, he did not care anymore.
However, Cong Gang disobeyed Feng Xinglang from time to time. This made Feng Xinglang feel that what he could not have was the best. What he could not control was more attractive! Conquering a man was different from conquering a woman. Not only was it exciting, but it was also very courageous!
"Everyone will eventually turn into ashes. It's just a matter of time. "
Cong Gang's indifferent attitude and indifferent tone made people's hands itch to listen.
"It seems that you are quite open-minded! Should I go and tell Yan Bang that you are hiding in this haunted house like a coward? "
Feng Xinglang deliberately provoked Cong Gang's patience. He was looking forward to Cong Gang losing control.
However, Cong Gang only smiled faintly and asked, "Then why don't you go?"
His words made Feng Xinglang lose his temper. He originally wanted to ridicule Cong Gang, but he did not expect Cong Gang to ridicule him.
"Son of a b * tch, if not for the fact that you still have some value, do you think I won't do it?"
Feng Xinglang stubbornly argued with Cong Gang. Even if it was just a verbal argument, Feng Xinglang did not want to lose the upper hand.
These words were indeed chilling to the core.
However, Cong Gang was already familiar with Feng Xinglang's character. He did not argue with him. Even if it was a fallacy, Feng Xinglang could correct it.
Cong Gang was silent as he tasted his new tea. He lowered his eyes slightly, looking like he was only paying attention to the cup in his hand. However, in fact, he was feeling Feng Xinglang's every breath.
"Your breathing is a little rushed, and there is a murmur. Don't worry about me. Take care of yourself first! "
Feng Xinglang's ribs were broken, and he even poked a small hole in his lung. Although he had recovered 70% to 80% of his physical strength, his vitality still carried traces of a serious injury.
Feng Xinglang was slightly stunned. He subconsciously touched his right lung, which was also one of the broken ribs.
"Pretending to be Hua Tuo again?"
Feng Xinglang raised his handsome eyebrows, as if he was tired.
"It's nothing. Take your son upstairs to sleep early."
It wasn't that Cong Gang didn't want to chat with Feng Xinglang for a long time. It was just that it seemed better to let Feng Xinglang rest more than to argue with him.
"He Tun is back in Shen City …"
Finally, Feng Xinglang revealed the purpose of this trip.
"What's wrong? You haven't even recovered from your injuries, and you're already thinking about him?" Cong Gang said lightly.
Cong Gang was just that untamable. From time to time, it would touch Feng Xinglang's reverse scale.
Sometimes, Feng Xinglang would also wonder: Is this infuriating b * tch in front of me really the friend who risked his life to save me so many times?
"How confident are you in killing Hetun now?"
Feng Xing asked loudly. His question was clear and solemn.
Cong Gang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Feng Xinglang from the corner of his eye. He was supposed to be smiling faintly, but when he met Feng Xinglang's stern gaze, his smile froze on his face.
Something was weighing something and making a certain judgment. It was a little complicated.
"I'm not confident!" Thus, these words came out from Cong Gang's lips.
"With me, you'll be confident!" Feng Xinglang snorted.
Cong Gang raised his eyes again to look at Feng Xinglang, and then glanced at the little thing who was sleeping soundly on the sofa.
"But I think it might be more reliable if you add your own son! He is Hetun's most beloved adopted son. Maybe we can use him to force Hetun to give in. "
Cong Gang openly talked about using his son as a hostage in front of a father.
"If you dare to touch my son, I'll kill you!" Feng Xinglang said harshly.
Cong Gang laughed, "You can't beat me, how can you kill me?"
His words made Feng Xinglang's hands itch, almost his whole body itch.
"You bastard, can't you talk to me properly?"
Feng Xinglang threw himself at Cong Gang angrily, trying to choke Cong Gang's neck … He actually succeeded!
At the moment when his neck was choked by Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang moved the tea table in front of him away to prevent Feng Xinglang's recklessness from smashing the cups on the tea table to the ground … and thus disturbing Lin Nuo's sweet dream!
But it gave Feng Xinglang a misunderstanding: He really thought he could beat Cong Gang!
Feng Xinglang was a man with a strong body; Cong Gang was relatively thinner. So, when Feng Xinglang threw himself at him with his body weight, Cong Gang was busy pushing the tea table away. That was why Feng Xinglang took the opportunity to sneak attack him.
Cong Gang fell from the chair, rolling Feng Xinglang's body to the side of the potted plant at the corner. Feng Xinglang was about to pick up the potted plant and smash it on Cong Gang's head, but he didn't expect that Cong Gang, who was under him, would suddenly pull himself away with a high level of skill. Feng Xinglang's body, which had not yet stabilized, fell down …
In the next second, Cong Gang pounced on Feng Xinglang and pinned one of his arms behind his back in one smooth motion. Cong Gang used one knee to press down on Feng Xinglang, who was crawling on the ground, so that he could not move.
"Cong Gang, you son of a b * tch, are you serious?"
Feng Xinglang was already panting heavily. His body, which had not fully recovered, became heavier.
"But it looks like … you, Feng Xinglang, didn't intend to play any tricks with me!"
Seeing that Second Master Feng was a little angry, Cong Gang loosened his grip on him.
Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang was already lying on the hollow bed like a boss. Cong Gang, who was covered in a thin layer of sweat, was giving him steam therapy.
"Keep an eye on Hetun! As soon as he makes a move, you have to strike first and gain the upper hand! "
Feng Xinglang closed his eyes and rested. The voice that came out from his thin lips was full of laziness.
"Hetun is so cruel, I can't do this job! I still want to live for a few more years, I don't want to be turned into a dried corpse so quickly! "
Cong Gang pinched various parts of Feng Xinglang's body and applied medicine to the areas where he was moaning.
Dried corpse … Dried corpse … Why did it sound so harsh!
And even more heart-wrenching!
"What if I insist that you do it?"
Feng Xinglang opened his eyes and glared at Cong Gang fiercely.
"Personally, I think it's better for you to find Yan Bang for this job!"
Cong Gang spoke very softly, but his hands were not the slightest bit sloppy. His control of strength was very precise.
"Are you doing this on purpose?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.
"You can say that," Cong Gang sighed softly. "That's a job that will cost you your life!"
"You're afraid of death too?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
"Of course I'm afraid of death!"
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