Chapter 978: I worry you will bite me!

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Slowly, Black Shadow squatted down, carefully holding up Feng Xinglang's injured leg while supporting the instrument, resting on his knee.
He carefully examined how the supporting instrument was worn and what role it played.
About three minutes later, a hot current started from Feng Xinglang's injured knee, winding down his calf, and flowing into a small portable container.
It's that familiar Chinese herbal flavor!
Inexplicably, Feng Xinglang's irritated heart slowly eased down. Together, there was the clenched fist in the nightgown.
After the injured broken leg was washed with Chinese traditional medicine, every cell seemed to be soothed and kept warm to the heart.
Black Shadow repeats this seemingly simple, but highly technical washing step.
This comfort makes Feng Xinglang's breath comfortable and deep.
His sharp eyes opened, and a high-level examination looked at the intruder who was washing his injured leg and soothing the nerves.
Still the familiar face: thin and resolute. Every corner on the face is so clear ... owe!
This action lasted more than ten minutes.
In this process, Heiying has been kneeling on the side of the executive chair on one knee, showing the role of a foot rest.
Then there is the dressing of the drug. Let the blood of the whole leg flow more cheerfully. Dredge the meridians, warm texture.
Feng Xinglang was patient, waiting for the dark shadow to deal with his injured leg.
And then……
Where are you?
A punch, or a slap, sounds too noisy at this quiet night!
As a result, Feng Xinglang set his eyes on Heiying's disobedient ear!
"Dog ... I finally caught you!"
Suffering from ear pain, Hei Ying was forced to raise his head, and met Feng Xinglang's playful and gloomy face.
"Erye ... long time no see!"
Cong Gang's voice was hoarse, like a tone from deep in his throat.
"Long time I haven't seen you? Shouldn't be ... it's not like you're doing this for the first time?"
Feng Xing's thin lips became bitter and cold-blooded by biting words.
"Touch the dog ..."
Cong Gang paused. "I have done it before ... the second man is a good metaphor!"
"..."
Seriously, Feng Xinglang at the time really wanted to slap a brick to death Cong Gang, who was embarrassed to find death!
Four eyes stared at each other for a long time, Feng Xinglang uttered an extremely dissatisfied cold hum from his thin lips.
"Say, what are you trying to do?"
Feng Xinglang hissed low, suppressing his anger.
"Don't you drink milk?"
What I got was Cong Gang's inquisitive sentence. He glanced at the trash and twisted his eyebrows slightly.
"Who borrowed your dog's gall and dared to give Lao Tzu such a reckless medicine?"
Feng Xinglang asked with anger and anger.
"You're so arrogant ... I'm afraid you'll bite me if I don't get another medicine!"
Cong Gang was talking about letting Feng Xinglang listen to the anger, but at the same time he was able to make the final bandage carefully.
"Actually, you are no better than a dog!"
This made Feng Xinglang's hands completely itchy.
A backhand slap in the face is fast; however, the effect is different for different objects.
Cong Gang skillfully avoided the slap of Feng Xinglang;
With a slap in the palm, Feng Xinglang who was too hard almost leaned out of the executive chair.
Cong Gang still reached out and stopped.
I wanted to comment that Feng Xinglang was getting more and more girly, but in view of Feng Xinglang's mental state of being so hairy, Cong Gang still resisted.
"Do not hide if you have a seed!"
Feng Xinglang Chao Cong, who had stabilized his center of gravity, cast a scornful look.
"You are as stupid as Yan Bang! He is a masochist, but I am not!"
Cong just started orderly packing the medicine box.
"Why do you have to put Yan to death?"
Feng Xinglang asked Xuanhan's eyes sharply.
"Yan Bang?" Cong Gang murmured, "He's just the victim of your dad Hetun's protection! It has nothing to do with me!"
Wei Dun, he sighed softly: "I just previewed the contradictions and conflicts hidden in the next few months or years and decades!"
Cong Gang's answer was profound. But it is completely within the scope that Feng Xinglang can understand.
"Cong Gang, what the are you trying to do?" Feng Xinglang asked again.
"What I want to do, in fact you know Fengxing Lang!"
Cong Gang closed the medicine box, raised his eyes and stared at Feng Xinglang's fundus.
Very calm and calm.
Feng Xinglang hated to see Cong Gang's indifferent gaze that seemed to be able to read his heart.
Feeling like a naked man without shelter and without cover in front of Cong Gang!
"I'm not as smart as you! So I don't understand! I want to hear you tell me!"
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!