Chapter 1937: Cant live well or die (1/2)

Feng Xinglang rushed forward immediately, seized a pistol that Cong had just arrived on his temple, and discarded it aside.

”Cong Gang ... how are you hurting?”

Feng Xinglang asked, and began to lift the silk quilt that had just wrapped around his waist.

”Don't ... don't move! I ... I'm fine! And ... it's going to hold up!”

Cong Gang hand tightly guarded the silk quilt around his waist, still refused to let Feng Xinglang look at his injuries.

”Cong Gang, your life was saved by Lao Tzu, it's not yours anymore ... let it go!”

When Feng Xinglang's slightly cold hands just touched Cong Gang's back which was hot due to a severe infection of the sore mouth, Cong Gang's entire body collapsed softly.

Feng Xinglang took the opportunity to lift the silk quilt wrapped around Cong Gang's waist, and a breath of corruption came out: the sore that failed to heal, extending from Cong Gang's waist down to the back ... The crotch of the side!

The flesh is so blurry! I don't know how he endured it!

”Feng Xinglang, don't ... don't look ... don't do this!”

As if to kill Cong Gang, he grabbed the silk and wanted to cover his crotch, but was blocked by Feng Xinglang.

Freeing up a hand, Feng Xinglang tore down Cong Gang's pajamas ... the kind of tight pajamas was the best.

Fortunately, fortunately, that thing is still intact!

Feng Xinglang has prepared for the worst mentality: he is worried that Cong Gang will become an eunuch! Fortunately, the objects of his lineage are still there!

”Feng Xinglang, you ... what are you doing?” Cong Gang was almost anxious. ”You ... don't humiliate me like that!”

”You **** 'is sepsis, it will die!”

Feng Xinglang carried Cong Gang on his shoulder and said, ”I'll take you to the hospital!”

”Don't ... don't touch me! I don't need to go to the hospital ...”

”You're in my hands now, and can you stand it?”

Cong Gang's struggle lasted only half a minute, and he fell into a cascading coma; even though the brain was unconscious, one hand was still subconsciously pulling his own clothes and trying to fish up.

Really tired and sleepy ... and it hurts. Cong Gang really wants to close his eyes and rest like this forever!

The body gradually floated, as if to drag him to the sky; but he hadn't waited for him to float completely, and was re-carried ...

I almost forgot that a villain with his hands stained with other people's blood cannot get into heaven!

The only place he can go is hell!

And it's eighteen floors of hell!

The body seems to be oppressed by the boulder, sinking and sinking constantly ... too slow, too long!

These eighteen layers of **** seem to never see the end, and let his body sink so much!

In the chaos, a strong hand kept clasping his hand tightly. Struggling to lift his body up.

”You **** lighter!”

”Blood so much ... he will die!”

”You're blind !!! You've all seen the bones !!! How did you do it?”

”If he is dead, don't you all want to live one by one!”

”I dismantled your hospital and let the fire burn all over! Even you burn!”

This guy is really annoying! I only heard him making a lot of noises in his ears ... This stinky temper!

I really want to sleep for a while ... but I can't sleep!