One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
The picture was taken in a room. At night, there was only a single lamp by the bed.
Other than Feng Tuantuan's tear-stained face, the rest of the furnishings in the room were not very clear. It did not look luxurious, but rather simple.
Feng Xinglang suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked carefully at the photo with a calm demeanor. Because Xing Ba understood Xing San the best.
Intuition told Feng Xinglang: The ball was not in Ushmar. This was only Xing San's plan to lure the tiger out of the mountains. He wanted to send himself and the Hetun away so that he could smoothly escape with Lan Youyou.
Feng Xinglang had predicted: He would need to wait at least seven to ten days, and only after Lan Youyou had settled down would the skeptical Xing San be able to tell him the whereabouts of the group.
And now, only around five days had passed! It was impossible for Xing San to be so kind-hearted! Because the whereabouts of Feng Tuantuan was the only bargaining chip he had left to survive.
Xing Ba carefully examined the photo, his already small eyes narrowing to a slit.
"Intuition... This is probably not Ushmar. "
"Why?"
"Uther City is an ancient city, Xing San and I have stayed there before. Part of the time there was smoke and dust, and the living conditions there were bad. They hardly eat rice. However, there should be something like rice porridge in the bowl by the head of the bed. "
Feng Xinglang took another look at the photo, and snorted coldly, "Even if this photo wasn't taken at Usher, we can't be sure that Xing San didn't send the ball over there!"
"That's easy! My second brother is in Mexico, and he'll know the result in a few hours if my godfather gives him this address! "It's better than us empty-handed."
From Xing Ba's tone, it seemed that he did not want to go to Mexico.
Feng Xinglang agreed with Xing Ba's words and decided to let Xing Er, who was in Mexico City, go to Uusmar.
"Number two, that girl is Ah Lang's niece. Be gentle with her, don't scare her."
These two days, Hetun was exceptionally kind. Especially when she looked at her son Feng Xinglang, her eyes brimmed with an unspeakable fatherly love.
After waiting for a few hours, the pressure was suffocating.
The cell phone number that had sent the message could no longer be reached. It was only a local number in Mexico.
Feng Xinglang, who could not contact Cong Gang, felt very impatient.
What he detested the most was Cong Gang's way of rearing his. Cong Gang would only actively contact the person he wanted to contact whenever he needed them. It was hard for others to know where he was. Including Feng Xinglang.
God knows if this dog had tracked Xing San or not! However, from the message that Xing San had sent, it seemed like he had not been discovered yet.
Three hours later, Xing Er, who was in Mexico City, called the Hetun to report to him.
"Foster father, I didn't find that girl. We must have been tricked by Old Third! We only found a slip of paper that was left to Ah Lang. "
"This Old Third!" "He's digging his own grave!"
"Ask him about the contents of the note!" Feng Xinglang interrupted Hetun.
"The note says that you are too insincere. You actually did not personally come to Uther to pick up your niece! It's obviously playing tricks on you! "
Sure enough, it was as Feng Xinglang had expected: Xing San was paranoid and only wanted to make a move on the east and west. They wanted to send him and Hetun away so that they could leave their sight.
"Foster father, I've already captured all of Third Bro's remaining sins. One by one, they would always find out the whereabouts of the girl. As long as that girl is still in Mexico! "
"Alright. Then I'll have to trouble you! "
After hanging up the phone, Hetun looked at his son with a gentle gaze. "Ah Lang, don't be too anxious. There shouldn't be any danger to that regiment. It's only a matter of time before we find her. "
Feng Xinglang did not reply, he stood up and wanted to leave Hetun's room.
"Ah Lang," Hetun called out from behind, "We can't just wait like this, why don't we go back to Pater Castle first! Xueluo and the child are still waiting for you! "
"Let's wait a few more days!"
It was not because Feng Xinglang didn't want to go back to the Pater Castle to fetch his wife and children.
But before they could find him, they were already doomed to never stop running.
The ball was Big Brother Feng Lixin's biological daughter, and was also something that he, Feng Xinglang, had created with his own hands. No matter what he said, he could not ignore it.
Feng Xinglang could understand that the woman was not willing to answer his phone and was in a bad mood with him. But at least for now, they were safe!
Feng Xinglang knew that the things that he was carrying on his back were unfair to Xueluo and her son. It was even more so a form of injury. Even so, he could not really put it down.
He could not stand by and watch his handicapped elder brother run around the world looking for people; instead, he was living a happy life with his wife and children!
This point, his woman should be able to understand him too!
Feng Xinglang knew that this woman deeply loved him. Women paid a lot to love him.
Although the woman was at loggerheads with him, if he really allowed her to be ignored by those lost bundles, then the woman would definitely not like such a responsible and uncommitted husband!
What else could they do? When he found her, he would go back and coax her!
And there was also the bear son of his family who was always opposing him, his father...
How unromantic!
I really doted on him, a little b * stard, for nothing!
… ….
It was probably within Xing San's expectations that Feng Xinglang did not set out for Uther Mar. Because Xing Er was in Mexico City, it was reasonable for him to look for the person first. Since the Hetun and the others could think of it, Xing San could as well.
In fact, what troubled Xing San the most wasn't Feng Xinglang and Hetun, but Lan Youyou, who would make a fool of herself the moment she woke up.
Just a moment ago, Lan Youyou had already risen to the point where she could use a needle to stab her own neck; to threaten Xing San and bring her to see her daughter, Feng Tuantuan.
As a last resort, Xing San gave Lan Youyou another tranquilizer.
However, the effects of the tranquilizer was getting worse, Xing San was afraid that if Lan Youyou continued to fight with him, it would only hasten her death.
Actually, Xing San wanted to bring Lan Youyou to see Feng Tuantuan. It was just as she wished.
It was just that Xing San could not completely rule out whether there were people from the Hetun following him or not.
Before he went to look for Feng Tuantuan, at least he and Lan Youyou were safe.
Once they were able to track Feng Tuantuan's whereabouts, then the only thing waiting for him and Lan Youyou was death!
Given how savage foster father Hetun was, he would definitely not let him live.
As he gently caressed the sinister looking needle marks on Lan Youyou's neck, Xing San's heart once again felt pain!
He could understand the urgent feeling Lan Youyou had before she died to meet her daughter …
However, if it really was as she wished, then what would be brought to her would be rapid death!