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Looking at the direction where the light was coming from, he didn\'t want to hurt Xing Shiqi who was only seventeen or eighteen years old; Then, he would have to use his identity to scare Xing Shiqi!

Xing Shiqi did not respond to Feng Xinglang\'s urging. Instead, he wiggled his mouth and stared at Feng Xinglang\'s thin lips. He seemed to be waiting for him to say what he wanted to say.

"Do I have to do it myself?"

Feng Xinglang reprimanded his coldly, then stood up and walked towards Xing San who was tied up.

"You don\'t have a key!"

Behind him, Xing Shiqi waved the key in his hand to remind him.

"Good girl, give me the key! In the future, after I inherit the throne, I\'ll grant you the title of \'boss\' … That way, you can suppress Xing Shi\'er, Xing Ba and the others! "

Feng Xinglang was quite patient, and casually said as a way to sow discord: "You also hate them, don\'t you? "I\'ve been ordering you, young comrade, to join us!"

"You\'re wrong!" I don\'t hate eighth and twelfth brothers! Eighth brother is the best to me! "

Xing Shiqi practiced behind Xing Ba. So his feelings for Xing Ba, were a little deeper.

"Seventeen, you\'re still young and don\'t know how to see through phenomena to see through the essence! The eighth elder Xing did not praise you at all. Do you understand how to use it? "

Feng Xinglang chatted leisurely as he approached Xing Shiqi; when he was about an arm\'s length away, he suddenly pounced on Xing Shiqi. His goal was clear. He was going to snatch the key in his hand.

"Haha, I didn\'t get it!"

Xing Shiqi\'s body shot out like an arrow shooting out; his reaction speed was even faster than Xing Ba\'s.

Regarding Xing Shiqi\'s strange reaction speed, even Feng Xinglang was amazed. It seemed like he wouldn\'t be able to snatch it, and cheating might be possible.

Seventeen, stop it! Give me the key! Actually, this is also your foster father\'s order, he\'s been tired and tired recently so he sent me to chat with Xing San. Just untie him and let him drink some wine. Since you\'re so harsh on him, he won\'t be able to escape from your grasp! "

Perhaps because the last few words of praise had worked, Xing Shiqi weighed the key in his hand and asked again, "Did my foster father really say that?"

There was hope!

This kid is pretty good at this.

Feng Xinglang calmly pinched his own forehead, "Why would I lie to you? What\'s more, can I fool you with your IQ? And in this four sided space, with you here, why would you worry about the heavily injured Xing San escaping? "

"This is true!"

Xing Shiqi looked at the quiet entrance. The outside should be guarded by Senior Brother Xing Ba; for this guy to be able to come in openly, it is likely that it is actually an order from the foster father Hetun.

"It\'s fine if you don\'t open the lock. I\'ll call your foster father to his feet and have him personally come and command you!"

Feng Xinglang then walked towards the door.

"I will unlock it for Xing San now!"

The experience and experience of this society was quite important. Xing Shiqi didn\'t feel wronged when he was deceived by Feng Xinglang.

Xing San\'s injuries were not light, and his locked limbs were about to become paralyzed.

Xing Ba and Xing Shi\'er both understood the principle that there was no rush to become like one another, but Xing Shiqi who was not afraid of tigers and calves did not understand! He would only follow foster father Hetun\'s orders and complete the missions of a high quality.

"Sorry I\'m late!"

Feng Xinglang stepped forward to support the crumbling Xing San, but Xing San raised his hand slightly, indicating that he could do it.

It was just that Xing San did not understand Feng Xinglang\'s\' sorry \'!

Was she trying to exchange pleasantries with him?

He was just a prisoner under the Hetun, there didn\'t seem to be a need to be courteous with him!

"Come and sit down. We\'ll have a drink and talk."

Feng Xinglang first sat in front of the simple folding board.

Xing San hesitated for a moment, then dragged his feet and walked towards the wooden table.

In fact, Xing San understood Feng Xinglang\'s intention very clearly: he did not want to get the whereabouts of Feng Lixin\'s daughter from his mouth.

It was just that Hetun used torture; Feng Xinglang used sugar-coated artillery shells instead.

With the distance of a few metres, Xing San took three to four minutes to get there.

Xing Shiqi snorted somewhat impatiently from the side, almost reaching out to drag Xing San over and sit him down.

In truth, within these three to four minutes, Xing San had thought about and weighed the pros and cons of it.

The bright red wine was swaying inside the crystal cup; Feng Xinglang pushed one of the cups over to Xing San.

"Let me toast you with this cup for my wife and children! I will do it as a form of respect! "

With a raise of his head, Feng Xinglang drank all of the red wine in his cup in one gulp. Then, he started a conversation, "When we were about to leave the house to search for my niece, my wife Lin Xueluo even brought up this topic: If it wasn\'t for you giving them a life saving lifebuoy, they probably would have already …"

Xing San glanced at Feng Xinglang, and then his gaze landed on the cup of red wine.

He did not touch it. He didn\'t drink it either!

Feng Xinglang laughed and asked, "What, are you afraid that I would poison you?"

"How is Lan Youyou?"

After a long while, Xing San finally made the inquiry sound out from his throat.

But after fanning himself for half a day, the one Xing San was thinking about was that woman, Lan Youyou?

"Much better! However, after hearing that she wouldn\'t be able to see you when she wakes up, she refused to cooperate with the treatment! "

Feng Xinglang truthfully replied to Lan Youyou\'s recent progress.

"This girl …" "Why are you so stupid?"

Xing San felt a heartache. At the same time, he felt a bit relieved.

"I promised you that I would return with a beauty in your arms …"

Feng Xinglang gave a light snort of laughter, "Last time, it was you who didn\'t make good use of the opportunity."

Between Feng Xinglang and Feng Xinglang, there were really some topics to talk about.

Xing Shiqi stood beside Feng Xinglang and listened indifferently. It didn\'t seem very likely that he would be allowed to leave.

Feng Xinglang did not mind Xing Shiqi hearing his conversation with him. Just based on this child\'s IQ, it was limited to going to the Hetun to inform on him. That way, it would save Feng Xinglang a lot of trouble.

Xing San laughed bitterly. From the look on his face, the memory of that time when he \'embraced a beauty\' was painful and happy.

"Feng Xinglang, you are a stately man, how can you forgive the Hetun who instigated this … Why not forgive Lan Youyou who was just a pawn? Even if she hurt your big brother, it\'s still to save you! But you failed her! "

From a certain point of view, Xing San\'s words could be considered as a criticism of justice.

Feng Xinglang scoffed, "Xing San, you only know one thing, you don\'t know the other two! I assume you don\'t know what happened next? Lan Youyou attempted to murder my wife, then she will be guilty of an unforgivable crime! "

Xing San was silent for a few seconds, "... That\'s because I love you too much. "

"Love me? Such twisted love, if it were you, would you accept it? " Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

"Actually, this is also the result of you tricking her into giving birth to your big brother Feng Lixin\'s daughter!"

Xing San stared straight at Feng Xinglang, "Feng Xinglang, the culprits behind all of this are actually you and Hetun! The grievances between you father and son have caused too many innocent people to suffer! Including your big brother Feng Lixin, including Lan Youyou … and that includes your wife Lin Xueluo, as well as the next generation\'s Feng Tuantuan and Little Fifteen! "

Pausing for a moment, Xing San then muttered, "And you, Feng Xinglang!"

Feng Xinglang remained silent. It was not only because of Xing San\'s analysis which was dripping with blood …

This silence lasted for two to three minutes before Feng Xinglang seemed to have finally recovered.

"Xing San, I promise you one more time \'Carry the beauty home\'! This is a rare opportunity, don\'t miss it! "

"Heh heh... "Hahahaha!"

Xing San sneered, "In exchange, it should be the location of your niece Feng Tuantuan, right?"

"You guessed it right!"

Feng Xinglang joked, "Talking to an intelligent person is that easy!"

"Heh, heh heh heh …" Xing San sneered a few more times, "Feng Xinglang, are you treating me as an idiot? Or do you take yourself for a fool? Do you think that with my current situation, there\'s any possibility of me hugging a beauty? "

"What, the thing in your pants was injured …" Can\'t work anymore? "

"..." The corner of Xing San\'s mouth twitched.

"Since I can allow you to carry the beauty, then there will be enough sincerity: I can let you take Lan Youyou away first. How about it? Isn\'t this sincere enough? "

Feng Xinglang looked deeply into Xing San\'s eyes. His handsome face was taut, solemn and cold.

Xing San was obviously stunned for a moment: Such sincerity … He was indeed sincere!

But Xing San was still deciding if Feng Xinglang was lying to him!

"You think I\'m lying to you?"

Feng Xinglang could read Xing San\'s thoughts.

Xing San nodded, "Let\'s not talk about whether or not your words can be believed by others, just speaking about Hetun …. Can you tell me what he thinks? "

Even if Feng Xinglang believed what he said, Xing San was still worried about the Hetun. If Hetun refused to let him and Lan Youyou live, then all of Feng Xinglang\'s promises would be empty words.

"Xing San, no matter how many promises I make to you, you will still doubt them! "Why not give it a try?"

Feng Xinglang poured some red wine into his own cup, "For this second cup, I wish you success in bringing the beauty home!"

Feng Xinglang finished it in one gulp; but Xing San still did not drink it. It wasn\'t that he suspected that the red wine was poisonous, but that he really didn\'t want to drink it.

Feng Xinglang finished his second cup, and then continued to pour himself the third cup.

"As for the third cup, you must toast me! I wish me an early reunion! "

Without waiting for Xing San to reply, Feng Xinglang finished the third glass of red wine in one gulp.

Staring at Feng Xinglang straightforwardly pouring wine for himself and finishing three glasses, Xing San spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Alright, I promise you!" "You wish for me to return with a beauty in my arms, and for you to reunite with your family!"

Xing San readily agreed.

He knew that if he continued to stay here, he would only be tortured to death by the people of the Hetun! That way, he would not even have the chance to see Lan Youyou one last time! In the end, she died here.

He would die anyway, so of course he would choose to see Lan Youyou one last time before dying.

Moreover, Feng Xinglang\'s sincerity sounded really sincere! They would rather believe it!

If he really could take Lan Youyou away, and not reveal Feng Tuantuan\'s whereabouts, wouldn\'t Xing San have the final say?