Chapter 835: Dirty mind (1/2)

Xing Er gave a faint breath: This child, after so many years, still refused to let go of his hatred!

Perhaps in this life, he lived for hatred and was destroyed by hatred!

Song Tai, also known as Cong Gang, is very gifted to Xing Er. At least more wise than his father.

It was only Cong Gang's life that got into the horns of the hatred of horns; his life was already dark.

But Xing Er learned that Song Tai had been serving the life of Feng Xinglang for at least five years.

What exactly is the relationship between Song Tai and Feng Xinglang, Xing Er learned more or less from Lin Xue's mouth.

At least five years ago, Song Tai did not know the relationship between Feng Xinglang and Hetun.

But now, the reason why Feng Xinglang and Lin Nuo are used to ask Luohetun may be temporary.

This time, there are still very good chances. One big, one small and two chips are enough for Hetun to surrender.

What's more, Hetun also has an eagerness to express his father's heart to Feng Xinglang!

The short cobblestone path is covered with dead wood. Covered together, there may be some hidden mysteries.

A stone pressed against the ground, rolled over the cobblestone path, and stopped under the steps at the villa. Feeling such a test was not in place, Xing Er's close-up bodyguard ignited his coat and lost it.

After catching the moving heat source, dozens of cold-light steel needles were ejected from both sides of the door frame of the villa, hitting the moving heat source.

The climbing rope was shot on the roof of the villa, and two night pedestrians used lifters to lean against the wall full of creepers.

Ten minutes later, a few blasting sounds were heard from the villa, and the door of the villa was opened from behind.

The smell of some Chinese herbal medicine permeated the room. Doesn't look very intense.

After Xing Ba was sniffing, after confirming that these breaths were not deadly toxins, he greeted Xing Er to go in.

There seemed to be a lingering atmosphere in the living room of the villa.

It should be thought that when they were coming to Panshan intersection, the talents inside were evacuated from the villa. The people inside should know what happened outside.

”Second Brother, Cong should have just left soon. Should we chase?”

”No! You can't catch up with him by Song Tai!”

Xing Er gently touched those flowers with his black leather case. ”Old man, go with the sunspots and see what's hidden in the basement! Be careful, don't hurt yourself!”

Because Xing Er knew that the living creature hidden in the basement should not be Feng Xinglang, so he didn't bother to check it in person.

He knew it was a living mouth that Song Tai intentionally left to him. Otherwise, Song Tai wants to kill the living mouth, it is very easy.

Xing Er frowned slightly, looking at the potted plants almost placed in the half of the living room.

Flowers and plants grew lushly, and it took a lot of energy and thought to think about it.

It seems that Song Tai wants to use this self-cultivation method to cover his deep hatred deep inside.

Xing Er really did not expect Song Tai to be alive. He thought that Song Tai had died early, and died in that desperate fight with pebbles.

Song Songtai, who is alone, is only in his early twenties, how can he be an opponent of the old and treacherous Hetun! Not to mention there are so many followers around Hetun.

This world thing is really dramatic.

Perhaps Cong Gang himself didn't think of it: the person who saved his life in Chinatown at first would be Hetun's biological son!

It seems that everything is back to the starting point.

Cong Gang regarded his life-saving benefactor as a bargaining chip and went to Luohetun to submit.