Chapter 353: Meet the enemy, jealous! (1/2)

Hetun didn't get angry with his men, but waved his hand to let the third group of Xing retreat.

Staring at the faux leather goods stained with blood, Hetun seemed to be trapped in a certain mire.

He thought of Feng Xinglang's face again ...

The face that made him want to scrape away at a glance!

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Feng Xinglang awoke from the pain of the sky.

I felt uncomfortable sleeping.

In addition to the whole body pain, and the fierce collision of dreams, the thin sweat that disturbed him seemed to be thrown into the oven.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Cong Gang's face that made him want to sting.

Chinese herbal medicine is applied externally, and fumigation heat is also emitted. It could make his injuries better.

It was western medicine antibiotics that were just injected into the body by Cong.

Just a brief look around, Feng Xinglang recognized that this was Cong Gang's haunted house. In the daytime, the curtains were closed.

Feng Xinglang wanted to roll over and sit up, but he could touch the wound on his body, and it hurt him for a while.

At that time, in the commercial vehicle, except for the enthusiasm of the people on the riot vehicle, Feng Xinglang did not feel the pain on his body; but at this moment, all the wounds were fighting back to him.

Cong Gang braced Feng Xinglang's strong waist, and drove his upper body flattened together.

”It was n’t bad, but it was n’t too light for you: a rib fractured and slight internal bleeding; a broken glass shard cut your left ear and spread to the shoulder blade of the left back shoulder; there was on the left leg A four-centimeter-long wound did not hurt the aorta. ”

It is enough to show that Cong Gang's inspection of Feng Xinglang was quite careful.

Feng Xinglang tried to sit up again, but his left half of his body seemed to be anesthetized, so he could not exert a little strength.

Apparently the effect of the anaesthetic is not over. Feng Xinglang cursed lowly, and finally lay back.

”Give me my phone, I'll make a call.” Feng Xinglang said vigorously.

After all, people who are just carbohydrates can't compete with chemicals.

Cong Gang's phone is very quaint and old, it's an encrypted phone. The call was to Mo butler.

”Old Mo, it's me. Feng Xinglang.”

This is a strange phone with no calling number displayed. So Feng Xinglang opened his mouth first.

”Master Er, where are you? Are you hurt?”

Hearing, Mo butler over the phone was very impatient.

”Don't worry about me! Aren't I still alive.”

Feng Xinglang cheered up, ”Yes, my brother? Is he all right? Do you think I'm going crazy?”

”Do you still need to say that, the young master worried about you all night!” Mo butler said truthfully.

The next second, Feng Lixin's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.

”Old Mo, is it right? Let me talk to him.”

At this moment, when Feng Xinglang heard that his brother Feng Lixin was safe, he instinctively wanted to hang up the phone. Because he didn't want to face the questioning of Feng Lixin.

But the phone finally reached Feng Lixin's hands.

”Xinglang, is it you? Have you been injured?”

”Okay! I can eat, I can sleep ... and I can sleep.”

Feng Xinglangfeng light and indifferent.

”Where did the snow fall? Where did the snow fall go? Didn't you send it to the White Mansion? Why don't you see the snow fall?”

Sure enough, Feng Lixin asked her brother-in-law Lin Xueluo's whereabouts tightly.