Chapter 704: You cant beat me again ... (2/2)

Cong Gang raised his eyes to Feng Xinglang again, and then glanced at the small thing on the sofa.

”But I think it might be more reliable to add your own son! He is the favorite son of Hetun, and he used him to persuade Hetun to submit, maybe a little bit sure.”

Cong Gang was so generous in front of a father to talk about using his son as a hostage.

”Dare you hit my son's idea, I will kill you!” Feng Xinglang snapped.

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

To put it bluntly, Feng Xinglang didn't just itch his hands, almost all over his body.

”Dog, can't you talk to Lao Zi well?”

Feng Xinglang's energetic Chao Cong just rushed over, trying to pinch Cong Gang's neck ... It was a success!

As soon as Feng Xing Lang got stuck in his neck, Cong Gang moved the tea table in front of him as a whole, so as to avoid Feng Xing Lang's recklessness and smashing the cups on the tea table to the ground ... Disturbing Lin Nuo's dreams!

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

Feng Xinglang belongs to that type of lean man; Cong was relatively thinner just now. Therefore, when Feng Xinglang banged on him with his weight, Cong Gang was busy pushing the tea table away again, and then Feng Xinglang took the opportunity to sneak in.

Cong Gang fell off the chair, and drove Feng Xinglang's body to the potted plants at the corners; Feng Xinglang just picked up the potted plants and smashed Cong Gang's head, but didn't think about him. The next Cong Gang suddenly took a high-tech draw, and by the way, brought down Feng Xinglang's unsteady body ...

The next second, a coherent fluttering action, back-cutting one of Feng Xinglang's arm behind him; Cong Gang pressed Feng Xinglang, who was lying on the ground with one knee, making him unable to move.

”Cong Gang, are you really a dog thing?”

Feng Xinglang was panting. I haven't recovered a good body, and I'm even more sinking.

”But it looks like ... Feng Xinglang didn't intend to play with me!”

Seeing that Feng Erye was a little bit ashamed and angry, Cong Gang still loosened his restraint.

Ten minutes later, Feng Xinglang was already lying on the hollow cymbals, and Cong Gang was doing steam treatment for him.

”Give me a little look at Hetun! As soon as he is blowing the wind and grass, you start off first!”

Feng Xinglang rested his eyes closed, the sound overflowing from the thin lips was full of laziness.

”Hetun is so cruel, I can't do this job! I want to live a few more years, but I don't want him to be a corpse so soon!”

Cong Gang held various parts of Feng Xinglang's body and applied the medicine where he murmured.

Dead body ... Dead body ... Listen, how so harsh!

And even more sad!

”What if I want you to do that?”

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

”I personally think: Let's do this job. It is more appropriate for you to go to Yanbang!”

Cong Gang said very lightly, but the movements on his hands were not a bit vague, and his power control was very precise.

”Did you mean it?” Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

”That's right,” Cong Gang sighed slightly. ”That would be a life-threatening job!”

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

”Of course I'm afraid of death!”

Cong Gang's hand pushed Feng Xinglang's waist, and he answered with an affirmative voice, ”I don't know when I started, I suddenly became very afraid of death ... really!”