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It was a show of concern, but also a mockery.

People all have a more or less base character:

It was just like how Yan Bang treated Feng Xinglang like his lord. After Yan Bang got used to it, he would not care about him anymore.

But Cong Gang would disobey Feng Xinglang from time to time, which made Feng Xinglang feel that what he couldn\'t get was the best. The ones that couldn\'t be controlled were the ones that were more attractive! Conquering a man was different from conquering a woman. Not only was it exciting, but it was also quite bloodthirsty!

"Humans, in the end, will be reduced to ashes. It\'s just a matter of time. "

Cong Gang spoke in a neutral tone, which made everyone\'s hands itch just listening to him.

"Looks like you\'re quite open-minded! How about I tell Yan Bang: Are you hiding in this damn house like a turtle hiding its head?

Feng Xinglang purposely provoked Cong Gang\'s endurance, looking forward to the scene where he lost control of the hair on his head.

But, Cong Gang just smiled and asked, "Then why don\'t you go?"

This sound turned out to be one with Feng Xinglang\'s army. Originally, he wanted to mock and ridicule Cong Gang, but he didn\'t expect Cong Gang to retort back.

"You dog, if it wasn\'t for you, who do you think I wouldn\'t know how to use?"

Feng Xinglang shamelessly charged at Cong Gang. Even if it was just acting, Feng Xinglang did not want to lose the upper hand.

These words were indeed chilling.

However, Cong Gang had long familiarized himself with Feng Xinglang\'s personality, so she did not haggle with him or argue with him. Because even if it was against logic, Feng Xinglang could still turn it around.

Cong Gang was silent as he sipped on his new tea. He lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was only paying attention to the cup in his hand, but in reality, he was feeling Feng Xinglang\'s every breath.

"You\'re breathing a bit faster, and you\'re still making noises, so don\'t be too preoccupied with my matters. Just take care of yourself first! "

Feng Xinglang\'s ribs had been broken and his lungs had been pierced with a small hole. Although he had recovered about seventy to eighty percent of his strength, his vitality still carried traces of a severe injury.

Feng Xinglang was slightly startled, and subconsciously touched his own right lung, which was also one of the places where his ribs were broken.

"Acting like Hua Tuo again?"

Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows, as if he was tired.

"Nothing, take your son upstairs to bed early."

It wasn\'t that Cong Gang didn\'t want to chat with him for a long time, it was just that it seemed better to let Feng Xinglang rest than talk to him.

"Hetun has returned to Shen City …"

Finally, Feng Xinglang opened his mind.

"What? You haven\'t even recovered from your injury and you\'re already thinking about him?" Cong Gang said indifferently.

Cong Gang just could not be tamed. They would occasionally touch Feng Xinglang\'s reverse scale.

Sometimes, even Feng Xinglang had doubts: This wretched bitch in front of him, had she really risked her life multiple times to save his close friend?

"How much chance do you have of killing the Hetun?"

Feng Xinglang asked. He asked in a clear and solemn tone.

Cong Gang raised his eyebrow, he squinted his eyes and looked at Feng Xinglang, he should have been smiling, but after meeting Feng Xinglang\'s serious gaze, he forced his smile back on his face.

What is measuring what, and making some kind of judgment. It was somewhat complicated.

"I have no confidence!" Thus, these two words came out of Cong Gang\'s mouth.

"Including me, you\'re confident!" Feng Xinglang snorted.

Cong Gang raised his eyes and looked at Feng Xinglang, and then looked at the little thing that was sleeping soundly on the sofa.

"But I think it would be better to add your own son! He is the most beloved foster son of the Hetun. If we use him to force the Hetun into submission, perhaps he might have a bit of confidence. "

Cong Gang openly talked about using his son as a hostage in front of a father.

"If you dare to have any ideas about my son, I will kill you!" Feng Xinglang said sternly.

Cong Gang laughed, "You can\'t beat me, how can you kill me?"

These words didn\'t just make Feng Xinglang\'s hands itchy, it also made his entire body itchy.

"You dog, can\'t you talk to your father properly?"

Feng Xinglang fiercely pounced towards Cong Gang, with the intention to grab his neck. He had actually succeeded!

The instant his neck was grabbed by Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang moved the entire tea table in front of him away, in case Feng Xinglang acted rashly, and threw all of the cups and glasses on the tea table onto the ground … This disturbed the good dreams of Linnuo\'s little friend!

However, he had given Feng Xinglang a misunderstanding: He thought that he could really beat Cong Gang!

Feng Xinglang belonged to the type of man with a strong body; So when Feng Xinglang pounced at him with his own weight, Cong Gang was too busy trying to push the table away, so that he could take the chance and get hit by Feng Xinglang\'s sneak attack.

Cong Gang fell off the chair and rolled all the way to the potted plants at the corner. Just as Feng Xinglang was about to grab the potted plants and smash it right into Cong Gang\'s head, Cong Gang, who was below him, suddenly used a higher level technique and knocked him out as well.

In the next second, with a continuous pounce, his movements smoothly cut off one of Feng Xinglang\'s arms behind him; Cong Gang used one knee to suppress Feng Xinglang who was crawling on the ground, making him unable to move.

"Cong Gang, are you serious?"

Feng Xinglang was already panting heavily. His body, which had not recovered in the first place, became even heavier.

"But it looks like... You, Feng Xinglang, also did not plan to lie to me! "

Seeing that Second Master Feng was so angry from embarrassment, Cong Gang still released his restraint.

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang was very calmly lying on top of the hollowed-out space, while Cong Gang was giving him treatment while perspiring all over.

"Watch out for Hetun! Whenever he makes a move, you will strike first to gain the upper hand! "

Feng Xinglang closed her eyes and rested. Her voice that leaked out of her lips was full of laziness.

"Hetun is so brutal, I can\'t do this! I still want to live for a few more years, so I don\'t want to be turned into a dried up corpse that quickly! "

Cong Gang held onto every part of Feng Xinglang\'s body, and heavily applied medicine where he muttered.

A desiccated corpse … A desiccated corpse … Why did it sound so ear-piercing!?

And it was even more cruel!

"What if I have to do it?"

Feng Xinglang opened his eyes and stared at Cong Gang.

"I think that you should find Yan Bang for this job!"

Cong Gang spoke very casually, but his movements were very precise, with his control of his strength.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

"You can say that," Cong Gang said with a faint sigh. "That would be a life threatening job!"

"You\'re afraid of death?" Feng Xinglang scoffed.

"Of course I\'m afraid of death!"

Cong Gang\'s hand pushed across Feng Xinglang\'s waist, and answered with a firm voice. "I don\'t know when it happened, but I\'ve suddenly become very afraid of death … It\'s true! "