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Sometimes, a single sentence could give people hope, but also make them despair.

But Feng Xinglang chose to give Lan Youyou hope instead.

While giving Lan Youyou hope, it was also equivalent to giving Lin Xueluo hope.

"At any time, you must light a lamp in your heart. As long as the Heart Lamp is not extinguished, there will be hope. "

Feng Xinglang\'s words were ambiguous and very reserved.

But it undoubtedly gave Lan Youyou hope. After he had left the Yue Lai Tea House for a while, Lan Youyou had not moved from his seat.

After a long while, she finally lifted up the cup of wine and gave a shallow smile. "Ah Lang, toast to our future!"

When Feng Xinglang went into the card store, his forehead was already dripping with sweat.

He took a deep breath and opened up the suit on his abdomen. The shirt inside was already stained red with blood.

The wound had yet to completely heal, and had just been tossed around by Lan Youyou in his embrace again.

"Don\'t worry, this little bit of injury won\'t kill anyone! I\'ve already slightly fixed your ribs! "

A voice that was neither fast nor slow suddenly came from the back; When Feng Xinglang turned his head warily, he saw Cong Gang\'s face that made people hate him.

"You dog, you\'re sneaking around. Do you want to scare me to death?"

Although he was cursing at Cong Gang, the moment he saw Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang\'s tensed mind finally relaxed for a moment.

"\'Let\'s toast this third cup to our future\' … Feng Xinglang, you did not become the Shadow Emperor, you are truly a waste of your talent! "

Cong Gang ridiculed Feng Xinglang as he took out a hemostasis medicine and began to treat Feng Xinglang\'s wounds.

"You actually eavesdropped on me?"

Feng Xinglang was angry.

"I\'m not the only one! Xing San and the others are eavesdropping! " Cong Gang disapproved.

"Ming Xing San wants to ambush you, but you actually dare to come?"

Feng Xinglang instinctively looked around at all the suspicious figures.

"That\'s why it\'s safe to leave in your car."

Cong Gang wrapped the gauze around Feng Xinglang\'s waist so that he could cushion the secondary injuries caused by his exercise.

Feng Xinglang was already used to Cong Gang\'s ghostly appearances. He was already used to his unexpected appearance at the feast.

Knowing that he could not stay here any longer, Feng Xinglang activated the card dinner, endured the pain on his waist and rushed forward quickly towards the dense traffic on the tarmac. Of course, Xing San was not stupid enough to challenge Feng Xinglang in broad daylight!

After some distance, Cong Gang who was in the back suddenly spoke out: "Let\'s go to the west gate\'s market! Buy some fresh beef. "

Feng Xinglang was startled, and thought that he had heard wrongly.

To put it more seriously, he and Cong Gang were fleeing for their lives, but he actually said that he was going to a market?

"What, you don\'t dare to go?" Cong Gang\'s tone rose playfully.

"Are you going to use your life to buy food?"

Feng Xinglang scoffed. At this time, you still want to buy vegetables and go back to cook?

"What, just because Xing San is chasing us, we don\'t need to eat?" Cong Gang asked.

"..." Feng Xinglang really couldn\'t understand Cong Gang\'s lifestyle and beliefs.

Of course, he did not go to the west gate market.

When Nanny An saw that Feng Xinglang had returned to the Second Young Master, he naturally couldn\'t help but feel a wave of sadness.

Even when the Feng Family was in a dangerous situation, the Nanny An wouldn\'t forget to store all of the food in the fridge at home.

The truth of life was the same as well!

Even Xing San was able to tell that foster father Hetun\'s trip to the Shen City this time had brought him insights from the previous half of his life.

Although his methods were still as vicious as before, behind his savagery and ruthlessness was the loneliness and helplessness of an expert.

To be exact, Xing San did not manage to participate in the first half of his life of Hetun; he was not very familiar with the world before Hetun.

But Xing San felt that the foster father Hetun seemed to be old!

The old one was not only his complexion that could not be compared with the passing of time, but also his heart!

When Xing San came in, Hetun was deep in thought. It seemed like he was playing with the sandalwood bracelet for a longer and longer period of time!

To the Hetun, with wealth that could rival a nation and earth-shattering power, what was he lacking?

Xing San did not know, and could not understand what the foster father Hetun wanted either!

They only felt that this time, the competition between the foster father Hetun and Feng Xinglang was getting more sluggish.

He wanted to get rid of this feeling as soon as possible, but he also felt a sense of melancholy that would accompany the death of his enemy!

Without a doubt, this was not the attitude that a desperate person like Hetun would have!

"Youyou went to cause trouble with that Lin Xueluo again?"

The Hetun knew everything that he found out like the back of his hand. Lan Youyou was his only adopted daughter, more or less, he would prefer.

The so-called preference was just an indulgence within the scope of the principle.

"Yes!" I stopped her. "

Xing San truthfully answered the Hetun\'s words. He knew that he couldn\'t lie in front of the Hetun. Once Hetun found out that he was lying, he would definitely be ruthless, and would choose one of his foster son s to replace him.

What the Hetun lacked the most were these tools that were called \'foster son\'.

"Youyou is getting more and more presumptuous."

Hetun said indifferently. It was not a reproachful tone, but it did not have much temperature. He was a man with a cold heart.

"Her impudence brought you good news! Lin Xueluo is pregnant!" Xing San told Hetun about this discovery.

"What?" That woman … "Pregnant?"

Hetun seemed to be slightly startled.

"That\'s good news! Initially, I had thought that this woman\'s bargaining chip was not heavy enough to attract Feng Xinglang\'s interest! "

"Now it seems like her choice of two as one should be on par with Feng Lixin!"

Hetun said coldly as he habitually played with the sandalwood bracelet in his hand.

Actually, in the process of capturing Lin Xueluo and Feng Lixin, Feng Xinglang had already made his choice between these two choices.

He did not hesitate to choose his big brother Feng Lixin, and used Lin Xueluo as bait!

If he were to repeat the same choice again, it would inevitably be a little boring.

And Feng Xinglang had already given her a clear choice. In the process of choosing, there was almost no hesitation.

This obviously did not achieve the original intention of setting up the multiple choice question in the Hetun.

What the Hetun wanted was Feng Xinglang\'s choice that made him wish that he was dead!

It was not the same as now!

"The key is that Feng Xinglang did not know that his wife was pregnant with his child!" Xing San added.

"Hmm, this game is getting more and more interesting!"

Hetun\'s resolute handsome face revealed a smile that he had not seen for a long time, "Now, all that is left is Feng Lixin\'s choice."

"But Feng Lixin is now in Bai\'s mansion. I heard that it used to be an important military location, which was easy to defend but hard to attack! Godfather, what should we do next? "

The Hetun began to ponder.

After a while, he raised his eyes and swept across, "Where\'s Youyou?"

"He probably went to torture Lin Xueluo again!"