Chapter 704 You Can't Beat Me Again...

It's concern and ridicule.

Everyone has more or less bad qualities:

For example, Yan Bang treated Feng Xinglang like an uncle. After getting used to it, it was no longer unusual;

However, Cong Gang disobeyed Feng Xinglang from time to time, which made Feng Xinglang think: What is not available is the good thing. What cannot be controlled is more attractive! Conquering a man is different from conquering a woman. It is not only exciting, but also quite bloody!

"Human beings will eventually turn into ashes. It's just a matter of time."

Cong Gang's tepid attitude and his tone of voice made people feel itchy.

"It seems that you are quite open-minded! How about I go and tell Yan Bang: Are you hiding in this ghost house and being a coward?"

Feng Xinglang deliberately challenged Cong Gang's endurance, looking forward to him losing control of his hair.

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

With this sound, Feng Xinglang's army was defeated. Originally, he wanted to ridicule Cong Gang, but he didn't expect to be ridiculed by Cong Gang.

"Bullshit, if you don't have some use value if you keep it, don't you think I can't do it?"

Feng Xinglang confronted Cong Gang stubbornly. Even if it was just lip service, Feng Xinglang didn't want to lose the upper hand.

This is indeed quite chilling to say.

But Cong Gang was already familiar with Feng Xinglang's character and didn't care about or argue with him. Because even if it's wrong, Feng Xinglang can correct it.

Cong Gang was silent, sipping his new tea. He lowered his eyelids slightly, seemingly paying attention to the cup in his hand, but in fact, he was feeling Feng Xinglang's every breath.

"Your breathing is rapid and noisy, so don't worry about my business. Take care of yourself first!"

Feng Xinglang's ribs were broken and his lungs were punctured. Although he had recovered 70 to 80% of his physical strength, his vitality still bore traces of the serious injury.

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

"Pretending to be Hua Tuo again?"

Feng Xinglang raised his Yingting eyebrows, seeming sleepy.

"It's nothing, take your son upstairs and go to bed early."

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

"Hetun has returned to Shencheng again..."

Finally, Feng Xinglang revealed the purpose of his trip.

"Why, you haven't healed your injury yet and you start missing him?" Cong Gang said calmly.

Cong Gang is just so untamed. From time to time, Feng Xinglang's reverse scale would be touched.

Sometimes Feng Xinglang would also wonder: Is the owed-hearted bitch in front of him really the life-and-death friend who risked his life many times to save him?

"How sure are you of killing Hetun now?"

Feng Xinglang asked. Ask calmly.

Cong Gang raised his eyebrows slightly, squinted at Zhiguang and looked at Feng Xinglang. He should have smiled lightly, but after meeting Feng Xinglang's solemn gaze, the smile froze on his face. .

What is measuring something and making some kind of judgment. Somewhat complicated.

"Not sure!" Then, these three words escaped from Cong Gang's lips.

"If you add me, you'll be sure!" Feng Xinglang snorted.

Cong Gang raised his eyes to look at Feng Xinglang again, and then glanced at the little thing sleeping soundly on the sofa.

"But I think it might be more reliable to add your own son! He is Hetun's favorite adopted son. Using him to force Hetun to submit may be a little bit more reliable."

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

"If you dare to take advantage of my son, I will kill you!" Feng Xinglang snapped.

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

As he said this, Feng Xinglang was itchy not just in his hands, but almost all over his body.

"You bitch, can't you talk to me properly?"

Feng Xinglang rushed towards Cong Gang angrily, trying to grab Cong Gang's neck... but he succeeded!

The moment Feng Xinglang grabbed his neck, Cong Gang pushed the tea table in front of him away to prevent Feng Xinglang's recklessness from smashing the cups on the tea table to the ground... thus Disturbed Lin Nuo’s sweet dreams!

But it gave Feng Xinglang a misunderstanding: he thought he could really beat Cong Gang!

Feng Xinglang was the kind of man with a muscular body; while Cong Gang was relatively lean. So when Feng Xinglang rushed towards him with his own weight, Cong Gang was busy pushing the tea table away, and Feng Xinglang took the opportunity to sneak attack him.

Cong Gang fell off the chair and rolled Feng Xinglang's body to the potted plant in the corner. Just when Feng Xinglang was about to pick up the potted plant and throw it at Cong Gang's head, he didn't think about it. Cong Gang, who was under him, suddenly whipped out a highly skilled move, knocking Feng Xinglang down...

The next second, there was a continuous pounce, and one of Feng Xinglang's arms was cut behind his back in one movement; Cong Gang used one knee to suppress Feng Xinglang who was lying on the ground, making him unable to move.

"Cong Gang, are you serious, you piece of shit?"

Feng Xinglang was already panting. My body, which had not recovered well, became even more burdened.

"But it seems... you, Feng Xinglang, don't intend to play tricks with me!"

Seeing that Mr. Feng was a little bit angry, Cong Gang loosened his grip on him.

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang was lying on the hollow bed like a great man; while Cong Gang was giving him steam therapy with a light sweat.

"Keep an eye on He Tun! If he makes any move, you should strike first!"

Feng Xinglang closed his eyes and rested, and the voice that came out of his thin lips was full of laziness.

"He Tun is so cruel, I can't do this job! I want to live a few more years, but I don't want to be made into a mummy by him so soon!"

Cong Gang grasped various parts of Feng Xinglang's body, and applied medicine emphatically to the places where he hummed.

Mummy...mummy...why does it sound so harsh!

And it's even more heartbreaking!

"What if I insist on you doing this?"

Feng Xinglang opened his eyes and stared at Cong Gang fiercely.

"I personally think: for this job, it's more appropriate for you to ask Yan Bang to do it!"

Cong Gang said it lightly, but the movements of his hands were not vague at all, and the control of strength was very precise.

"Did you do this on purpose?" Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

"I guess so," Cong Gang sighed slightly, "That's a job that can get you killed!"

"Are you afraid of death?" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.

"Of course I am afraid of death!"

Cong Gang's hand massaged Feng Xinglang's waist and answered in a positive voice, "I don't know when it started, but I suddenly became very afraid of death... Really!"