Chapter 392: Plus a judgement!

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The beauty under the night is also good!
Under the dark blue sky, there are the blue waves. A bright moon hangs high in the sky, with a dreamy scenery of water and sky.
I didn't expect characters like Hetun to enjoy fashion and enjoy it.
Shouldn't he be the kind of desperate man who has been bathed in rain for years?
The beauty fell on Feng Xinglang's eyes, but failed to fall on Feng Xinglang's heart. The calm on the surface can more or less hide the waves in my heart.
Feng Xinglang's pace seemed quite steady on the oversized LCD. Four eyes sharply caught the movement around.
A younger man who is more calm and intelligent than his peers.
He Tun's eyes were tightly locked on Feng Xinglang's handsome face of Feng Shen:
so similar!
I have to lament the immense power of heredity.
He Tun began to fiddle with the incomplete rosewood bracelet on his wrist again. Whenever he sees this face, Hetun will calm his uneasy mood in this way.
What happened to myself? That woman has been dead for twenty years!
Is it worthy of him to hate a woman who is so indifferent and so happy?
If only she was alive! She can see with her own eyes how the wicked son she gave birth to other men was played between him and Xing Mu.
Lingfeng Xinglang walked into a villa with similar appearance and layout but a brightly lit villa.
At the door of the villa stood another muscular man who was very similar to him, unsmiling.
It should be twins, a bit like humbling second generals!
Feng Xinglang remembers that Cong Gang seemed to mention it to him: when he cut the old nine's arm last time, he was injured after being chased by the fourth and fifth of Hetun Yizi.
And Lan Youyou also mentioned these two people. Each time the ‘introduction’ of the fourth and fifth children will tell them together, it should refer to the two goalkeepers in front of them.
Looks silly. Belongs to the kind of mentally retarded but highly capable person.
Stepping into the villa's living room, there are two screen passages slightly higher than Feng Xinglang. The decoration is quaint, but Feng Xinglang knows that they are two high-precision human detectors.
He calmly walked through the two screen channels. A monitor on the side showed a skeleton walking between them.
Feng Xinglang was assured of the tracker Cong had just penetrated into his body.
He believes Cong Gang!
Cong Gang must have some unclear relationship with Hetun. For Hetun, he is undoubtedly confidant.
Sure enough, the tracker in Fengxinglang's biceps did not alarm. One is because Cong Gang knows the detection method of Hetun, and the other is because the tracker in Feng Xinglang's body has not yet started to operate.
After passing through the screen to detect the passage, Feng Xinglang saw Hetun sitting flat and steady in the living room.
He Tun closed his eyes, as if resting, as if brewing something. Sleep-like state!
The only thing he could feel was that he was still alive, and he was constantly flicking the bracelet on his wrist.
Proficient action proves that he has been playing this rosewood bracelet for some years.
There was only one person beside Hetun. It's the oldest. Feng Xinglang has seen it. A ghostly monster.
The entire living room was empty and there were no more poker faces. Just an old man?
After Xing San said, shouldn't there be another old twelve? Why do n’t you live without people?
Is Twelve Old Cong Gang?
probably not! Judging from the adoption time and the ranking order, Cong Gang should have been right before Xing San, and it could not be the old twelve just received by Hetun.
Feng Xinglang's gaze instinctively glanced over the elevated villa's living room, and he didn't seem to find anything unusual.
Perhaps the only thing that is different is that Xing San is not here.
Xing San was sent to guard the elder brothers Feng Lixin and Lin Xueluo.
This still made Feng Xinglang feel a little relaxed: because Lan Youyou was in his hands, Xing San should treat them well.
Except that old twelve, what should be there?
If we are in a dilemma now, can we settle Hetun in one fell swoop?
As for the old twelve, he alone is probably not able to stir up any big waves!
"Mr. Hetun, since you don't want to see my face so much, why do you keep asking me to come to your door again and again?"
Feng Xinglang said saltily. Standing upright, still awe-inspiring.
Hetun slowly opened his eyes, which seemed a little sleepy, but he could still catch a sharp light from those deep eyes.
He looked at Feng Xinglang's eyes, like a ferocious eagle, staring at the proud voles on the ground.
The Vole thought he was smart enough and smart enough to know that every move he made was seen by the battle-hardened eagle.
Hetun glanced obscurely at Feng Xinglang, full of contempt.
Four snort words overflowing from the teeth:
"Young and frivolous!"
He Tun's contempt made Feng Xinglang feel a little anxiety: With just these few people, can the old poisonous fish become arrogant?
Or is this old poisonous fish ready for the rain? Or what kind of empty city plan are you playing?
Feng Xinglang couldn't help but glance up and down the villa's living room again. Except for Hetun sitting on the sofa and Xing Laoba, who stood beside him like a telephone pole, there was no other living creature in this villa.
"Hetun, I do n’t know how much hatred you have with our brothers! Or you do n’t need a reason to kill! This is the end, I do n’t want to know! But I can tell you that even if our brothers die I won't let you live! "
Feng Xinglang really wanted to rush over to Hetun, but he had to give Lao Chu more time to arrange them.
"Tough words? To delay?"
He Tun spoke out Feng Xinglang's intentions at this time.
Feng Xinglang stunned for a moment: It seems that Hetun doesn't seem to treat himself as inferior to him!
"Then let's make a quick decision!"
Feng Xinglang said sharply, "Aren't you asking me to make a choice? What about the options? It's time to present them?"
"Young man, that's why I can't hold my breath!"
Hetun hummed, "Before doing multiple choice questions, I'll send you a judgment question!"
Add one more judgement?
"Mr. Xing, how about you are also a hero in South America. You are not afraid to lose face if you do this thing?"
Feng Xinglang wasn't interested in making any judgments.
"No! Exactly, this question is for you!"
He Tun snorted, "Do you think you can bring me a pot with a bunch of slivers? Feng Xinglang, you are too naive!"