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This burnt smell lingered on Feng Lixin\'s body for more than half a month.

At that time, Feng Xinglang practically never left his side, accompanying him through every close to death.

The hand which lifted the blue cloth was very smooth, but in Feng Xinglang\'s heart, at this moment, it was surging with emotions.

Even if it was a dog that he picked up, he would still have feelings for it after spending a long time with it. Furthermore, Cong Gang was a living person!

Beneath the blue cloth, a charred body had a hideous face; one could no longer judge its appearance by its charred features.

"Boss, I\'ll definitely avenge you!" Ye Shaonian choked with sobs.

Although Cong Gang usually appeared and disappeared mysteriously with a cold and distant expression, Ye Yinian had always submitted to Cong Gang in this kind of proud and aloof state of an expert, and had always held him in high regard.

Feng Xinglang did not make a sound, he only felt that it was not only his ribs that were hurting, it also felt as if there was not a single spot in his entire body that was not being spread with an unspeakable pain. The pain was like thousands of ants eating away at one\'s bones.

"In the new year, you go out first, I want to be alone."

Feng Xinglang hissed, and his voice was filled with endless grief and retribution.

"Brother Lang, please grieve." Ye Shaonian retreated as he was choked with sobs.

Staring at the burnt body under the blue cloth, Feng Xinglang\'s eyes turned red.

"You dog, I am not dead yet, how can you die? Didn\'t I order you to die before I died? "

Feng Xinglang hissed softly, each word biting so hard.

Feng Xinglang held onto Cong Gang\'s scorched and twisted hand.

He was neither afraid nor afraid. He was more willing to accept some of these terrifying corpses than others.

He originally thought that Cong Gang was just a dog guarding him, but it was at this moment that Feng Xinglang realized that the relationship between master and servant, that was as calm as water, was also extremely precious!

"Cong Gang, you dog …"

Feng Xinglang scolded, trying hard to suppress the pain that was spreading in his heart. He took a deep breath to ease the discomfort.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang stopped looking at the burnt arm.

As he started to think about something, Feng Xinglang started to viciously pinch the burnt right arm;

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang left his hand and covered the blue cloth.

Outside the door of the mortuary, Ye Xiaonian punched on the wall, sobbing.

"Enough, stop howling!" We want to turn grief into strength! "

Feng Xinglang walked to the side of the pond, and washed the dirt on his hands again and again. He also used antibacterial disinfectant many times.

"Hetun, this hatred is irreconcilable! "I\'ll kill you myself and avenge my brother Cong!" Ye Xiaonian clenched his teeth and swore.

Feng Xinglang only swept a glance at Ye Xiaonian and said lightly:

"These few days, send people to follow Bai Mo. Prepare to kidnap him at any time! "

"Ah?" Why did we kidnap the Prince Mo? " Ye Xiaonian was stunned.

"You have another choice, that is to kidnap Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglang said calmly.

"Kidnapping a Brother Bang?"

Ye Shaonian was so shocked that his mouth turned into an \'O\'. Kidnapping Yan Bang was simply courting death, how could he still have a little life?

Who was Yan Bang? But the executioner of the Shen City! If kidnapping him isn\'t courting death, then what is?

"Then forget it, I will just keep my eyes on Bai Mo!"

A persimmon is a soft pinch, a wise man is a wise man.

"Brother Lang, why did we kidnap him? Could it be that you are thinking of Gentleman Bai\'s family property? " Ye Xiaonian asked curiously.

"In Shen City, there\'s nothing more sensational than kidnapping Bai Mo and Yan Bang!"

Feng Xinglang was deep in thought. If Bai Mo was kidnapped by the Hetun, wouldn\'t it be logical for Old Chu to ask the yamen to use special forces?

"Brother Lang, there are many ways to get into the headlines. We don\'t need to kidnap them!" Ye Shaonian kindly reminded.

"If you continue asking, I\'ll cut off your tongue!"

Feng Xinglang coldly snorted, and without looking back, burrowed into the Lamborghini and left.

Watching the figure of the Lamborghini car leaving in a cloud of dust, Ye Xiaonian felt somewhat indignant for Cong Gang.

Because from Feng Xinglang\'s previous actions and words, he did not see that he was sad because of Cong Gang\'s death.

"Ai, I\'m dying of cold tea!"

Ye Xiaonian sighed.

Lamborghini\'s color that was like a green frog was just too flashy. Just as he left in a rush, he casually picked this one from Bai Mo\'s side, which was fast enough.

As if he had released some of his suppressed emotions, Feng Xinglang got a Hummer that had better cross-country protection from collisions from the GK Corporation.

Just as Feng Xinglang finished changing cars, he received a call from the Nanny An.

"Second Young Master, the person who took Miss Lan away from Feng Family is here again."

"Xing San? Why would he go to Feng Family? Did he make things difficult for you? "

"No!" He said he had something he wanted to talk to you about, and he wanted you to come back when you had time. He even said it\'s about Mrs. Xueluo. "

When Xueluo was mentioned, his sword-like eyebrows instantly sank.

"Did he come alone?"

"Yes, just him alone!"

"Good!" I\'ll go back immediately and tell him to wait a moment! "

"Okay. I\'ll go and make him some tea. "

If one could hide from the first day of life, they could not hide from fifteen years of age.

Gentleman Bai said that his body was getting worse with each passing day, and then he forced his grandson Bai Mo to return.

Bai Mo\'s parents died early, so the Gentleman Bai paid more attention to the reproduction of Bai Family\'s children.

Amongst the women that Feng Xinglang had helped pick out last night, Bai Mo found a woman that she liked well, and quickly drove towards Bai\'s mansion.

On the southern road, less than five kilometers away from Bai\'s mansion, Bai Mo\'s flashy, open Maserati was intercepted by a dazzling big red Maserati.

See you, Maserati, fate!

And the image that came out of the red Maserati made Bai Mo\'s heart beat even faster.

It was actually Lan Youyou!

Lan Youyou was extremely beautiful today. She was a pure female student. The faint makeup accentuated her beauty even more naturally, making her as pure as a fairy that never ate the world. Even ordinary clothes could not conceal her extraordinary temperament.

The convertible stopped beside Lan Youyou\'s feet.

"Sister, did the car break down? This young master will gladly serve you. "

At this moment, Lan Youyou\'s slightly depressed temperament had enchanted him to the point that he did not want anything to do with himself.

"Who is she? Earth like a sweet potato! Could she be Master Mo\'s girlfriend? "

Lan Youyou\'s mocking, even more so, made the woman in the convertible almost unable to contain her anger.

"Come, sweet potato, take this money and find a cool place to drink your tea!"

Bai Mo threw a stack of thick red notes to the woman, and waved her away.

Lan Youyou\'s scheme of bewitching girls, won\'t turn into seduction.