Chapter 1183 Beauty Returns

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At this moment, Feng Xinglang regarded himself as the 'Prince', which was purely a matter of 'compromise'.

Thinking in a brighter direction, he didn't want to hurt Xing Shiqi, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old; thinking in a gloomy direction, because he couldn't beat Xing Shiqi at all. All that was left was to use his own identity to scare Xing Shiqi!

Xing Qiqi didn't respond to Feng Xinglang's urging, but just stared at Feng Xinglang's thin lips with his mouth moving. He seemed to be waiting for him to finish what he wanted to say.

"Do I want to take action myself?"

Feng Xinglang scolded him coldly, stood up and walked towards Xing San who was tied up.

"You don't have the key!"

Xing Shiqi behind him shook the key in his hand as a reminder.

"Good boy, give me the key quickly! After I inherit the throne in the future, I will make you the boss... Then you can suppress Xing Twelve and Xing Ba!"

Feng Xinglang was very patient and said smoothly to sow discord: "You also hate them, don't you? I always call on you, this new little comrade!"

"You're wrong! I don't hate Brother Eight and Brother Twelve! Brother Eight is the best to me!"

Xing Shiqi practiced behind Xing Ba. Therefore, his feelings for Xing Ba are deeper.

"Seventeen, you are still young and don't know how to see the essence through phenomena! If Xing Laoba doesn't applaud you, that is Chi Luo Luo's use! Do you understand use?"

Feng Xinglang chatted with Xing Qi Qi in a leisurely manner while quietly approaching him; when he was close to an arm's length, he suddenly pounced towards Xing Qi Qi. The goal is clear, which is to snatch the key from his hand.

"Haha, I didn't rush you!"

Xing Shiqi's body bounced away almost like a bow and arrow; his reaction speed was even faster than Xing Ba's.

Feng Xinglang was also amazed at Xing Shiqi's extremely weird reaction speed. It seems that it is impossible to grab it, but it is still possible to cheat.

"Seventeen, stop making trouble! Give me the key quickly! In fact, this is also your adoptive father's order. He has been tired recently, so he sent me to talk to Xing San. Just untie him and have a drink or something. Yes, you are so powerful, he can’t escape from your grasp!”

Perhaps the second half of the compliment had an effect. Xing Shiqi weighed the keys in his hand and asked repeatedly, "Did my adoptive father really say that?"

There's drama!

This kid is pretty good.

Feng Xinglang frowned calmly, "Why should I lie to you? Besides, with your IQ, can I fool you? And in this four-dimensional space, with you here, you are still worried about being seriously injured. Could it be that Xing San ran away?"

"It's so true!"

Xing Shiqi looked at the quiet doorway. The outside should be guarded by senior brother Xing Ba; if this guy can come in openly, it must be the order of his adoptive father Hetun.

"Forget it if you don't open the lock. I'll wake up your adoptive father and let him order you in person!"

Feng Xinglang pretended to take a few steps towards the door.

"I'll unlock Xing San right now!"

This social experience and experience are still quite important. Xing Shiqi was deceived by Feng Xinglang, I really didn't feel wronged to him.

Xing San was seriously injured, and Jiu Suo's limbs were almost paralyzed.

Xing Ba and Xing Twelve both understood the principle of "we are born from the same origin, so why rush each other"; but Xing Shiqi, a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, did not understand! He will only complete the task with high quality according to the orders of his adoptive father Hetun.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

Feng Xinglang stepped forward to help Xing San, who was shaking, but Xing San slightly raised his hand to indicate that he could do it.

It’s just that Xing San didn’t quite understand Feng Xinglang’s ‘sorry’!

Are you talking to him politely?

He is just a prisoner of Hetun, there seems to be no need to be polite to him!

"Come and sit, let's have a drink and chat by the way."

Feng Xinglang took the lead and sat at the simple folding wooden table.

Xing San seemed to hesitate for a moment before shuffling his steps towards the wooden table.

In fact, Xing San knew Feng Xinglang's intention very well: he just wanted to find out from him the whereabouts of Feng Lixin's daughter, Feng Tuantuan.

It's just that Hetun used torture; Feng Xinglang used sugar-coated bullets instead.

A few meters away, Xing San moved for three or four minutes before sitting over.

Xing Shiqi, who was on the side, huffed impatiently, and almost reached out and dragged Xing San over and sat him down.

In fact, in these three or four minutes, Xing San thought a lot and weighed a lot.

The bright red wine swayed in the crystal clear crystal cups; Feng Xinglang pushed one of the cups in front of Xing San.

"I'll toast you with this cup on behalf of my wife and children! I'll drink it first as a token of my respect!"

With a tilt of his neck, Feng Xinglang drank all the red wine in his glass, and then quietly started to talk: "When I went out to find the whereabouts of my niece, my wife Lin Xueluo also mentioned: If you hadn't left the home for them and their mother, A life-saving lifebuoy, I’m afraid the mother and son would have already..."

Xing San glanced at Feng Xinglang and then turned his attention to the glass of red wine.

Didn't touch it. Didn’t drink it either!

Feng Xinglang smiled and asked, "What, are you afraid that I will poison you?"

"How is Lan Youyou doing?"

After a long time, Xing San finally uttered this question from his throat.

The feelings have been stirring for a long time, but Xing San is always thinking about that woman Lan Youyou?

"Much better! But I heard that she couldn't see you after she woke up. She was making a fuss and refused to cooperate with the treatment!"

Feng Xinglang answered truthfully about Lan Youyou's current situation.

"This girl...why is she so stupid?"

Xing San was heartbroken. But at the same time of heartache, there is also a trace of relief.

"I promised you that you will be a beautiful woman..."

Feng Xinglang chuckled lightly, "You didn't seize the opportunity last time."

There is really something to talk about between Feng Xinglang and Xing San.

Xing Shiqi stood beside Feng Xinglang and listened indifferently. It seems unlikely that he would be allowed to leave.

Feng Xinglang didn't care that Xing Shiqi was present and heard his conversation with Xing San. As far as this child's IQ is concerned, he is limited to informing Hetun. That would save Feng Xinglang a lot of trouble.

Xing San smiled bitterly. Judging from his facial expression, the memory of that time when he "hugged the beauty back home" was painful and happy at the same time.

"Feng Xinglang, you are a big man. You can forgive Hetun, who was the original creator of the figurines... Why can't you forgive Lan Youyou, who is just a chess piece? Even if she hurt your elder brother, it was to save you! But you have failed me. she!"

Xing San's words are, from a certain perspective, a just criticism.

Feng Xinglang snorted coldly, "Xing San, you only know one but not the other! You must not know what happened next, right? Lan Youyou deliberately murdered my wife, which is really an unpardonable crime. !”

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

"Love me? Can you accept such twisted love in your place?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

"Actually, this is also the consequences of your later tricking her into giving birth to your eldest brother Feng Lixin's daughter!"

Xing San stared at Feng Xinglang, "Feng Xinglang, the culprits of all these evil consequences are actually you and Hetun! The grievances between you father and son have harmed too many innocent people! Including Your eldest brother Feng Lixin, including Lan Youyou...and your wife Lin Xueluo, as well as the next generation Feng Tuantuan and Xiao Shiwu!"

After a pause, Xing San murmured again, "And you, Feng Xinglang yourself!"

Feng Xinglang was silent. Not just because of Xing San’s bloody analysis...

After two or three minutes of silence, Feng Xinglang seemed to have calmed down.

"Xing San, I promise you one more time to 'hold the beauty back'! This opportunity is rare, but don't miss it again!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Xing San sneered a few times, "The exchange should be the whereabouts of your niece Feng Tuantuan, right?"

"you guessed right!"

Feng Xinglang said in a humorous tone, "It's so easy to talk to smart people!"

"Ha, hehe..." Xing San sneered again, "Feng Xinglang, are you treating me as a fool? Or do you think you are a fool? What do you think I can do in my current situation? Beauty?"

"Why, could it be that the thing in your pants was injured... and you can't do your job?"

"..." Xing San's lips twitched.

"Since I can promise you a beautiful hug, I will be sincere enough: I can let you take Lan Youyou away first, and then tell me the whereabouts of Tuantuan after you feel that you are safe! How about this? This is sincerity enough. Bar?"

Feng Xinglang stared deeply into Xing San's eyes, his handsome face tense, solemn and cold.

Xing San was obviously stunned: Such sincerity... is indeed sincere enough!

But Xing San is still judging whether Feng Xinglang is lying to him!

"Think I'm lying to you?"

Feng Xing read aloud and understood Xing San's thoughts.

Xing San nodded, "Let's not talk about whether your words can be believed. Let's talk about Hetun...can you express his thoughts?"

Even if Feng Xinglang's words could be believed, Xing San was most worried about Hetun. If Hetun refused to let him and Lan Youyou live, then all Feng Xinglang's promises would be empty words.

"Xing San, no matter how much I promise you now, you are still doubtful! Why not give it a try?"

Feng Xinglang poured a little red wine into his glass and said, "With this second glass, I wish you a successful embrace of your beauty!"

Feng Xinglang drank it all in one gulp; but Xing San still didn't drink. 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 the second cup and then poured himself a third cup.

"This third cup, you must be the one to wish me! Wish me an early family reunion!"

Before Xing San could answer anything, Feng Xinglang drank the third glass of red wine in one gulp.

Staring at Feng Xinglang pouring himself three glasses of red wine boldly, Xing San spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Okay, I promise you! You promise me to hold the beauty back home; I promise 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 Hetun! Then he wouldn't even have the chance to see Lan Youyou for the last time! Finally died here.

Either way, he would die, so of course he would choose to die after seeing Lan Youyou for the last time.

What's more, Feng Xinglang's sincerity sounds really sincere! I would rather believe it!

If he could really be allowed to take away Lan Youyou and reveal Feng Tuantuan's whereabouts, then it wasn't him, Xing San, who had the final say?