Chapter 2599: Love you, I have the final say 81 (1/2)
This phrase, ”You guys are so promising”, certainly not in praise of the 15th cover!
It's just that Cong Gang didn't expect that the fifteenth seal he fancy was so fragile!
When it comes to ‘vulnerability’, it seems that Cong Gang is occasionally vulnerable!
In Feng Xinglang's words, just quit at every turn!
Then run away!
Since I chose to run, it is a bit of a backbone;
I ran back again these times...
Okay, this is a bit far away!
Feng Xinglang is sturdy, with a little fat;
In fact, the fat on Feng Xinglang's body is only relative!
In general, Feng Xinglang's body shape is good; the kind that looks good.
At this moment, Feng Xinglang had fallen into a coma after another!
Cong Gang was about to hold Feng Xinglang's sinking body with one hand. That was a technical job.
Fortunately, Cong Gang has already practiced this kind of technical work so thoroughly!
Cong Gang held Feng Xinglang to prevent him from falling, and had to persuade Feng Fifteen, whose mood had fallen to the dust!
”Master, I let you down too...”
Feng Shibuhan collapsed on the ground of the gym, smiling sadly.
When a person's world is shrouded in darkness, he cannot see any hope, nor can he see any color!
What can be seen is the darkness overwhelming the sky;
Wrap 15 layers of seals on top of it, and you can't find the exit again!
As if to drown in this endless darkness.
Given that the huge pendant on his body was still half hanging on his body; Cong Gang didn't have much thoughts to enlighten the fifteenth.
He just wanted to find a more comfortable position for Feng Xinglang to lie down and sleep first; and then deal with the matter of Feng Fifteen!
”Okay, I want to be Feng Xinglang's son-in-law, where is so easy!”
Cong Gang glanced at Feng Fifteen, who was still kneeling on the floor, and said quietly:
”It's one of the most basic conditions!”
”I... I was wrong... I really know I was wrong!”
The tears of the 15th seal rolled down again, ”I shouldn’t expect to be my foster father’s son-in-law... I just want to stay with my foster father... But everything is too late! The foster father said nothing. Wrong, I covet too much!”
”Okay, my daughter is only fourteen years old, so I won't be wronged if I beat you!”
Cong Gang lightly moved the hand that was resting on Feng Xinglang's waist, ”Besides, if Feng Xinglang really wants you to die, he won't do it himself!”
The fifteenth letter is even more crying!
Like a helpless child, crying loudly in front of Cong Gang!