Chapter 2663 If ​​I Can’t Kill You, I’ll Tire You to Death!

Although Feng Xinglang also works out on weekdays, his kind of fitness is purely casual;

In other words, it’s embroidered pillow-style fitness!

Even though his muscle shape is much better than Cong Zheng's, it's just the kind of thing that looks good but is useless!

He probably couldn't even take a punch from Cong Gang!

Of course, the prerequisite is that Cong Gang is willing to fight!

But this shouldn’t happen!

Feng Xinglang put his hands on Cong Gang's back shoulders, panting like a dog.

In comparison, the three Plott hounds were much calmer and more relaxed. Seeing Cong just come over, they immediately gathered around to take credit.

"Well……"

Feng Xinglang felt his hand being licked by the hound's tongue, and immediately retracted his hand in panic, "Chongzhi, these dogs... don't bite, right?"

"If they dare to bite you, bite them twice! Don't lose to them in terms of momentum!"

It could be heard that Cong Gang was in an extremely good mood tonight. He used Feng Xinglang's humorous and teasing tone!

Feng Xinglang: "..."

But Cong Gang's action was: slightly half-bowing his body, which allowed Feng Xinglang to lean on his back and breathe more comfortably.

Cong Gang knew: Such a large amount of exercise was almost beyond Feng Xinglang's physical ability!

"Daddy, you are so weak! You have just run so far and you are so tired?"

Feng Xiaochong used a light source to flash his panting father, "Not even a little girl like An An can compare!"

"Little insect, why are you comparing your father to me?"

Cong Anan snorted, "It seems like you are better than me!"

In fact, when the term ‘little girl’ is used, it already has a discriminatory connotation.

"I'm sorry An'an, Xiaochong didn't mean it this way..."

Feng Xiaochong quickly apologized to the angry Cong Anan.

"Then let's compete: whoever catches the next prey first wins!"

As soon as Cong Anan finished speaking, one of the Plott hounds suddenly let out a deep hiss, and then flew out like an arrow from a string.

Cong Anan chased after him; Feng Xiaochong, who was worried about Cong Anan, also chased away.

"Hey...hey...slow down! Safety first!"

Before Feng Xinglang could finish speaking, the two children disappeared into the darkness of the jungle.

Feng Xinglang, who had no choice but to help the two children, could only glare at Cong Gang, "Damn insect, you usually train my little insect like a hunting dog?"

"Xiao Chong's physical foundation is weak, so physical training is essential! Otherwise, he will have to have a weak body despite his extraordinary acumen and wisdom."

Cong Gang explained to Feng Xinglang in a warm voice.

Feng Xinglang suddenly fell silent: It seemed that at this moment he felt that Cong Gang had paid so much for his little son!

"Caterpillar, thank you!"

Feng Xinglang thanked him sincerely.

"There's no need for you to thank me! I just do it for Lin Xueluo's sake..."

Before Cong Gang could finish speaking, Feng Xinglang grabbed his neck.

"You bitch, why are you so close to Lin Xueluo? Lin Xueluo is my wife!! Your mother always talks about my wife... You deserve a beating, don't you?!"

I had sincerely thanked Cong Gang just now, but now I was treating Cong Gang with all my might.

Such behavior is very Feng Xinglang!

Fortunately, Cong Gang never expected Feng Xinglang to thank him! He doesn't need Feng Xinglang's gratitude either!

Otherwise, you will have to die of depression!

Feeling that Feng Xinglang was almost resting, Cong Gang pretended to be nervous, "The little insect hasn't moved for a long time... Are you sure you don't want to chase after him to protect your little son?"

This is how fatherly love is used!

It’s impossible not to take advantage of it, otherwise this uncle would definitely not be willing to take the initiative to pursue it!

"Little insect...little insect..."

Feng Xinglang, who had been sitting on the stone, stood up and shouted twice towards the northeast corner of the jungle.

"The little bug won't fall into the trap, right?"

Cong Gang deliberately created a tense atmosphere. He knew that Feng Xinglang always loved his son very much.

"Then why are you still standing here? Hurry up and take a look?" Feng Xinglang asked anxiously.

"Xiao Chong is your son, not mine..."

Cong Gang followed Lai and sat on the stone. "If you don't chase me, why should I chase you?"

"You bitch, get up and follow me to chase the bug! If anything happens to my son, I will cut you into pieces!"

Feng Xinglang dragged the "reluctant" Cong Gang and trotted over from the northeast corner.

"Big Chong, An An caught a hedgehog... An An wins!"

Feng Xiaochong is really a warm little man: his fondness and love for Cong Anan are reflected in every detail of his life.

"You brat, why are you running so fast? My own father is about to run away and die!"

Feng Xinglang had no intention of hunting because he was so tired that he almost lay down on the ground.

Fortunately, Cong Gang was behind him, reaching out his arm to slightly support Feng Xinglang's shaky figure.

"Daddy, such a small mountain road has made you so tired... you have really become a little old man!"

Feng Xiaochong hummed, "Don't go out from now on. Just drink tea, bask in the sun, and take care of your grandchildren at home every day!"

Feng Xinglang: "..."

I was rejected by my own son again!

"Okay, tonight's hunting is over, go home and wash up and sleep!"

Feng Xinglang really didn't want to run on the mountain road anymore.

"Daddy, go back by yourself! An An likes colorful pheasants, I have to catch one for her!"

Feng Xiaochong had no intention of going back at all.

"Don't go! Come back here!"

Seeing that his youngest son was about to run away again, Feng Xinglang ran forward and grabbed his younger son's arm; but the little guy broke free like a loach and immediately ran dozens of meters away.

Feng Xinglang was about to chase after him, but he tripped over a stone under his feet and was knocked out;

With quick eyes and quick hands, Cong Gang caught Feng Xinglang's knocked-down upper body...but Feng Xinglang's knee still hit a palm-sized stone!

To say that this little bump is normal when walking through the mountains and forests! But Feng Xinglang grimaced in pain.

"Little insect! Come back! Your daddy is injured!"

Cong Gang only had to scold Feng Xiaochong and his daughter as they ran away.

He checked Feng Xinglang's knees: there was only a layer of oily skin wiped off, plus some bruises.

"Daddy, you just rubbed a little bit of oil, why are you shouting so loudly? I thought your leg was broken!"

The words spoken by this biological son are so 'sweet' to the ears!

Originally, Feng Xinglang wanted to try to stand up and take a few steps; after hearing what his youngest son said, he simply sat down on the ground.

In line with the principle of 'if the younger son abuses him, he will abuse Cong Gang', Feng Xinglang immediately leaned towards Cong Gang.

"Caterel, my leg...maybe...maybe the bone is cracked! It hurts so much! Just leave me alone and take Xiaochong and An An to catch some colorful pheasants...don't spoil the fun of the children. !”

Feng Xinglang's trick of cheating death by retreating in order to advance is really childish in the extreme.

"Does it really hurt?"

When Cong Gang asked, his fingers were already pressing on Feng Xinglang's leg bones;

"Ah..." Feng Xinglang let out a miserable scream, but it seemed to be half a beat too slow.

"Daddy, stop pretending! Your bones are not cracked anymore!"

Feng Xiaochong was already speechless towards his own father, "You are such a big man, and you still pretend to be pitiful? I am really impressed by you!"

"Okay, that's it for tonight! Xiaochong, help your daddy back!"

Of course Cong Gang knew that Feng Xinglang was pretending; but when he saw Feng Xinglang's bruised knees, he acquiesced.

But as soon as Feng Xinglang's injured leg touched the ground, he immediately groaned in pain.

"Insect, my legs... I'm afraid I can't walk! I have to ask you to carry me for a while!"

It hurt a little, but it wasn't so painful that I couldn't walk.

Cong Gang: "..."

Isn't this a bit too pretentious?

"Daddy, my son will carry you!"

Feng Xiaochong bent over and turned his back to his biological father, Feng Xinglang. How could he end up with such an annoying biological father? !

"No need! Chongzhi, you can take the two children back first... I'll sit here and wait for Kanai to pick them up!"

After saying that, Feng Xinglang sat down on the ground again and took out his mobile phone to pretend to call Kanai.

"There are wild dogs and wolves in this forest... Aren't you afraid of being eaten alive?" Cong Gang threatened Feng Xinglang.

"Anyway, I have you collecting the body for me, so what should I be afraid of? Besides, you can only live one more day than me... Xiaochong and An'an celebrated my death anniversary, and then they will celebrate your death anniversary... It will save you trouble!"

So, in the next second, Feng Xinglang successfully climbed onto Cong Gang's shoulders.

Damn it, if I can't play with you to death, I'll tire you to death!

Cong Gang carried Feng Xinglang, who had an injured knee, on his back and walked steadily towards the mountainside villa.

"Daddy, are your knees feeling better? Can Xiao Chong carry you on his back?"

Feng Xiaochong really couldn't bear to let Cong Gang carry his fat and lazy father all the time.

"No! Didn't you say that the big bug is cool and sassy? He won't be tired after carrying such a small distance!"

Feng Xinglang was so proud of his success. It’s just a matter of singing loudly.

"Daddy, are you tired? Can An An run back and get the stretcher first?"

Cong Anan felt very sorry for her father.

"You guys go back first! No need to follow." Cong Gang breathed smoothly.

"Okay, you guys don't worry so much! This bug was born in the year of the Horse in his previous life, so you can't tire him out!"

I'm so tired, you piece of shit! Let you trick me into walking in the cemetery!

"Daddy, please slow down, An An is going back first!" After saying that, An An ran away.

"An'an, wait for me." Feng Xiaochong quickly chased after him.

An An went back to get the stretcher; Feng Xiaochong was worried about An An.

"You brat, now that you have a girlfriend, you don't even want your biological father!" Feng Xinglang sighed.

The jungle became quiet, except for the occasional chirping of birds and the barking of dogs.

Cong Gang carried Feng Xinglang on his back and walked slowly and steadily.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang put his cheek close to Cong Gang's left aorta...

"Caterpillar, when zombies suck blood, do you think this is the area they like to bite the most?"

Feng Xinglang wanted to create a terrifying atmosphere. By the way, I want to scare Cong Gang...