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Chapter 506: I am happy to be my son's target
What hurt Feng Xinglang the most were the words his son said to the Hetun before he left.
The little thing actually begged the Hetun to bring him and Mommy back to some Pater Castle!
How disappointed must this biological son be to beg his foster father to bring him and his mother out of Shen City, away from his biological father?
Feng Xinglang's heart ached, but he did not know where the pain came from.
In the wide bulletproof vehicle, Yan Bang carefully cut off the arrow on Feng Xinglang's arm, but the arrow was left inside the muscle tissue. In case you suddenly pull it out and blood splatters.
"Lon, what kind of children do you have? He doted on his daughter like a piece of cake, and now that he had a son, he had to acknowledge her as his father! Feng Xinglang, you are really unlucky! "
Seeing that Feng Xinglang was just closing his eyes silently, Yan Bang complained again:
"That little bastard is really ruthless! Even though I know you are his father, I still have to shoot you again and again? "
"It's hard to buy daughter, I'm happy to! "I'm happy to be my son's target. Are you not convinced?"
Hearing that Yan Bang had the intention to reprimand his son, Linnuo, Feng Xinglang immediately sarcastically and sarcastically said:
"It's better than you, Yan Bang, an uncle who's almost forty years old, yet you can't even give birth to a little bastard!"
These words of Feng Xinglang, was enough to make Yan Bang die from anger in one breath!
They had come to the Shallow Water Bay with good intentions and risked their lives to save Feng Xinglang, but they were still ridiculed by him to the point that he did not even give them face.
The muscles on Yan Bang's resolute face jumped uneasily. After holding in a few breaths, he faintly mocked himself:
"In the entire world, only you, Feng Xinglang, can be so angry at me! If it were anyone else, I would have died quite a few times already! "
Feng Xinglang gave Yan Bang a cold glare, and immediately understood what he was thinking.
Five years ago, why hadn't he thought that Lin Xueluo had been brought out of the Shen City by the Hetun? Actually Feng Xinglang had also considered this possibility, but he quickly rejected it! Because the Hetun did not have any motive to bring Lin Xueluo away!
The dead baby who was just cut out of the mother's flesh and blood from the glass container made Feng Xinglang completely stupefied.
If he had not personally seen it, Feng Xinglang would not have dared to believe that Lin Xueluo was actually such a vicious woman!
Now that she thought about it: Lin Xueluo had been kind and great to the child in her womb, but to Feng Xinglang, he was even more brutal!
In such a cruel way that he thought she had knocked him and her child out?
Is this Lin Xueluo's brain short-circuited?
Could it be that what she did was forced by the Hetun?
That's not necessary! Given how arrogant the Hetun was, how could he play such a despicable trick?
[What kind of vicious method is this?] Who could it be? Could it be Lan Youyou?
However, Lan Youyou's viciousness should have directly taken Lin Xueluo's and the child's lives, so how could he let Lin Xueluo play such a trick?
Feng Xinglang frowned: No matter what the situation is, it is all because of this husband and father! But can't she, Lin Xueluo, be honest with him? No matter how weak his husband is, isn't he better than the savagery of the Hetun?
Yulong City.
After the private doctor treated the wound on Feng Xinglang's arm, Yan Bang personally went to the kitchen to get some food for Feng Xinglang who was hanging antibiotics on his arm.
It was as if Yan Bang had grown fond of the profession of a chef.
And there was only one person who tasted his food, and that was Feng Xinglang.
Occasionally, Bai Mo would come over to him with a lick of his face, but he would usually get pushed away by Yan Bang.
When Yan Bang walked out of the kitchen with a plate of Italian Black Pepper Noodle Saliva that had an extremely fragrant smell, Feng Xinglang had long disappeared from the huge sofa in the living room.
"Me! F * ck! You really only f * * king treat this place as a clinic! "
With a loud clang, the entire plate of black pepper beef noodle was smashed into the floor by Yan Bang.
The appearance of the villa was the same as before. It was almost completely covered by wooden vines and plants.
Only a few years ago, there had been little light here, day or night; and now, at night, there was a little light coming out of the crevices of these creeper vines.
This was Cong Gang's lair.
Yan Bang thought that Cong Gang had already been exterminated by him a second time.
However, Feng Xinglang had helped Cong Gang so that he would think that Cong Gang had died.
It sounded messy, but after careful analysis, it was very simple: It was Yan Bang who thought that Cong Gang was dead, but Cong Gang was not! And Feng Xinglang knew that Cong Gang wasn't dead!
Feng Xinglang really couldn't understand why Yan Bang wanted to kill Cong Gang so much!
In Feng Xinglang's opinion, Cong Gang's existence did not affect him being the executioner of Shen City at all.
Feng Xinglang was too lazy to understand!
He only did one thing: Help Cong Gang think that Cong Gang was dead!
Although Hetun was a barbaric person, his intelligence was not low. To deal with him, perhaps Feng Xinglang's intelligence was sufficient, but in terms of strength, he was unable to contend against the Hetun. One Xing Ba was already enough to give Feng Xinglang a headache, but now there was another Xing Shi'er.
It was as if that Xing Shi'er knew how to read the minds of others, and his actions were extremely decisive, low-key, and contained hidden meaning.
Therefore, Feng Xinglang needed a helper!
Yan Bang obviously could not do it!
Sometimes, they were too familiar with each other. It was alright to be brothers, but to make Yan Bang listen to him and listen to him was not suitable for his appetite!
Feng Xinglang thought of Cong Gang.
The modified Intelligent Door did not open because of Feng Xinglang's knocking sound.
Feng Xinglang frowned slightly: Could it be that this broken door is broken? Or …
But Feng Xinglang could clearly see the light coming out from the living room. This meant that the bitch Cong Gang was not only alive, but was also inside.
"Cong Gang, if you don't open the door, I will smash your door!"
Cong Gang had long since gotten used to Feng Xinglang's hostility.
After Feng Xinglang brought his brother Feng Lixin to the United States, Cong Gang also left the Shen City for two years. Only last year did he return to the Shen City. He was living in this damned house again.
In these five years, Feng Xinglang had been here three times. The first two times were before they went to the United States.
The moment the smart door was opened, Feng Xinglang had a good look.
The living room of the huge villa was filled with all kinds of ornamental plants and flowers.
Most of them were orchids. There were expensive spring orchids, cymbidium, and very common, but beautifully shaped butterfly orchid s.
This Tao Ye's emotional state of mind was not that high of a standard!
Cong Gang was dressed in casual white clothes and was concentrating on handling a pot of monarch s orchid by the side of his hand.
It was really hard for Feng Xinglang to associate the bloodthirsty Cong Gang on the blade with these beautiful flowers and plants.
"Cong Gang, are you going to change your career to become a botanist?"
Feng Xinglang reached out his hand and stroked the beautiful butterfly orchid. She was like a butterfly dancing gracefully, and also the most beautiful and tender part of a woman.