Chapter 978: I worry you will bite me! (2/2)
Seeing Cong Gang silent, Feng Xinglang hissed and asked, ”You tell me: What is advance preview? You kidnapped my son pretending to be a ghost and made me fall off the canyon and almost gave it away ... this is what you call A preview? ”
Cong Gang stared at Feng Xinglang quietly, and said, ”So what? What can you do to me?”
This tone, this tone of speaking, this attitude of life and death ...
”Cong Gang! Don't force Laozi to kill you!” Feng Xinglang hissed fiercely.
”Really? Then I'll wait for you to kill me!”
To be honest, Feng Xinglang at the time could really be animated by Cong Gang's words.
That Xuan Han was so cold that it could shave the next layer of frosty beauty; the sharp eyes that were about to eat people; and the jerky chest ...
Expressing everything: He was really angry and angry! You are on the verge of getting out of control!
”When you have the ability and courage to deal with me, let's talk about this topic!”
Cong just got up slowly and picked up the medicine box on the carpet.
”Cong Gang, what the **** are you trying to do?”
Feng Xinglang snarled out of control.
”Chill out! You wake up an old woman and yell, and you're holding one leg up, you can't deal with my uninvited guests horizontally or vertically. That scene, even thinking about it!”
Cong Gang smiled faintly, ”Feng Xinglang, you still have to bear it! Forbearance is over!”
With this remark, Feng Xinglang was immortal enough, and Feng Xinglang was enough to cause internal injuries!
In fact, while Feng Xinglang was furious, he also took time to measure one thing in his head:
If Ba Song and Xing Shishi are called upstairs, can Cong Gang be taken down in one fell swoop?
Fortunately, Feng Xinglang chose not to take this risk!
At that time, he did not know: Xing Shishi was not at home at all; Ba Song was Cong Gang.
If Feng Xinglang knew the true identity of Ba Song, it is estimated that he would really be angry and hurt internally!
”Cong Gang, let's talk. What do you want? I'll try to satisfy you.”
The road is one foot tall, is the magic one foot tall?
Feng Xinglang was always able to self-regulate his emotions when Cong was about to spit blood.
”After one week of application, you can walk two steps down! Just a small fibula, don't stay in a wheelchair, it will make you look more like a waste!”
Cong Gang's alternative exhortation was even more uncomfortable.
Perhaps this kind of injury is nothing to Cong Gang at all; things can go to the ground in two or three days, and Feng Xinglang has been in a wheelchair for almost a month.
For people like Cong Gang, his philosophy is to overdraw his life and health in the second half of his life;
Feng Xinglang thought more about having his wife and children in the second half of his life, and went to live a happy life with his son and his grandson.
Different ideas are doomed to different pursuits of the desired lifestyle.
”Cong Gang, can we still speak well? Tell me what you want!”
Feng Xinglang forced himself to take a sigh of relief, ”Don't make me regret: I might as well pick a dog when I picked you up!”
”So you are still too kind! You should have watched me die hard instead of raising tigers!”
Cong Gang's answer has shown that they can no longer talk happily.
”Do you really consider yourself a tiger? In my eyes, you will always be just a dog!”
Is he mad at him?
Naturally, he also took Feng Xinglang to ridicule and mock him Cong Gang!
Cong Gang smiled calmly, ”Feng Xinglang, your way of deceiving yourself is really unique! When you are a dog, I am a dog? Do you have such great ability to control me?”
”I don't need to drive anyone! When I am a dog, it just shows that the low blood in your bones will always be a dog in my mind! It's that simple!”
Feng Xinglang also became addicted to the sarcasm and irony of Cong Gang. Govern his body in his own way!
”But this dog, I am playing you as a monkey now!”
Cong Gang just held Feng Xinglang, who had been holding on to his anger, lightly and faintly.
”Cong Gang, I really want to kill you!”
In this blatant battle, the outcome is already obvious.
”If I feel right, there is a pistol hidden in the dark compartment of the second drawer on your right! You can take it out and point it at my head ... just pull the trigger and I will Be a dead dog as you wish! ”
”Is it dying? I'll do it for you!”
Feng Xinglang pulled out the gun from the second drawer and aimed at Cong Gang, who was close by.
Cong Gang was not only fearless, but even a smile of ridicule appeared on that resolute face.
”I'll give you ten counts to pull the trigger ... ten!”
”nine!”
”Eight!”
”...”
”three!”
Feng Xinglang really did not expect: Cong Gang would persecute himself like a desperate man!
Cong was very close to him at that time, just two or three meters away.
Even if he had just been able to reach the sky, he couldn't make a 100% safe escape in such a short distance.
Moreover, Feng Xinglang's marksmanship has always been accurate!
If Feng Xinglang really pulls the trigger, seeing blood is certain. He must shed some blood if he doesn't die!
It wasn't until later that Feng Xinglang wanted to understand: why did Cong Gang force him to fight him hard!
”two……”
”Feng Xinglang, if you don't shoot again, I'm leaving ... After a busy day, I have to rush back for supper!