Chapter 590: Prepare yourself for funeral-4

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When leaving from Yan Bang, the entire city of Shen was already shrouded in morning light.
As the habit became natural, the Bugatti galloping out of the Royal Dragon City whistled away in the direction of Fengjia.
But when fast-forwarding to the community bayonet, he turned around and left.
It seems that I have said goodbye to them.
At the peak of work, after blocking for more than an hour in the hustle and bustle of the city, Bugatti turned a big bend and chose a road with few tracks to run away.
However, Feng Xinglang did not expect that an intelligent roadblock was set up on the way to the haunted house.
As a last resort, Feng Xinglang had to drill out of Bugatti and walk. Fortunately, it is only one or two kilometers away from Cong Gang's haunted house. Just take a break and look at the scenery.
As far as I can remember, no barricades have been set here; but judging from the obsolete state of this intelligent barricade, it should have been set up for seven or eight years.
When Feng Xinglang came here before, this intelligent roadblock has never been touched. Why is it weird today?
Looking at the haunted house not far away, Feng Xinglang lingered in the contradiction between advancement and failure to advance.
Anyway, I am also a master, so I am so pleased to come to say goodbye to Cong Gang, this dog thing, it's really a fan.
Of course, you can also think from another angle: because he Feng Xinglang pays attention to the brotherhood with Cong Gang's brother.
Well, these are all guises!
In fact, Feng Xinglang's purpose of coming here has nothing to do with brotherhood!
He never boarded this haunted house! No exception today.
With a distance of more than a thousand meters, Feng Xinglang stopped and stopped, and by the way, he looked at the spring feeling that gradually grew stronger around him.
Perhaps the scenery has remained the same, but the mood of people is very different. It wasn't too late until I realized it.
The picture on the monitor screen is not very clear.
But that Bugatti was really dazzling.
There are only two Bugatti vehicles in the same section in Shencheng. One stopped in Yulong City in Yanbang, and one was from Feng Xinglang.
The same Bugatti that Feng Xinglang drove over was sent to him by Yan Bang not long ago.
Therefore, in the eyes of Cong Gang, it is really dazzling! It was astonishing that he didn't want to get the car close to his territory.
So, Cong just started the intelligent roadblock to Feng Xinglang.
Stepping on fallen leaves and dead branches, Feng Xinglang's pace was not light. From his strong physique, but also from his heavy mood at this moment.
Said that he wanted to find a quiet place to clean for a few days, Feng Xinglang did not coax Yan Yan. It was just that he refused to tell Yan Bang that the danger of going to a clean place was dangerous.
The villa covered by the creeper in the sun is still very quiet and depressed when there is no strangeness in the night.
Unexpectedly, the door of the villa was just a cover. Even the Yamen was saved.
Here at Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang does not need to be a gentleman. Of course, Feng Xinglang rarely has a gentleman.
Occasionally a gentleman, he is nothing more than a full-fledged maid.
Different orchids have different aromas.
For example, the fragrance of Sijilan is stronger; the fragrance of Molan is like the fragrance of osmanthus; However, some Chunlan have only a slight fragrance, and some Chunlan have no fragrance.
Feng Xinglang didn't even hate this kind of aroma.
The neat and delicate orchid swept across Feng Xinglang's fingers, like a touch on a woman.
Cong Gang is not in the living room.
However, the layout of the living room, Cong Gang should have been an hour ago.
Going out to buy food?
Feng Xinglang's mood was unpleasant and at least calm.
Into the kitchen, the pots and pans are neat and uniform, the atmosphere of the home is coming.
A little masculine Feng Xinglang still looks down on the men who play with these pots and pans!
Feng Xinglang has always felt that these pots and pans are only suitable for women to serve.
I always feel that men's hands are used to conquer the world and women, not to manipulate these pots and pans.
In the double-door refrigerator, the food is almost everything, and it is very fresh.
Just like this fresh milk, the production date is yesterday. Feng Xinglang took out the bottle of fresh milk and drank it directly into his mouth.
Looking around, Feng Xinglang saw the purple clay pot on the stove head.
I stepped forward and opened it for a look, Feng Xinglang's handsome face suddenly stunned: Is it actually porridge?
Correct! Feng Xinglang read that right, the purple casserole is really porridge.
For a high-level carnivore like Feng Xinglang, a pot of porridge could not interest him.
But the aroma of this porridge is really refreshing. Feng Xinglang couldn't help turning the pot a few times with a spoon, and found several kinds of valuable ingredients that nourish the stomach and spleen.
As a result, Feng Xinglang gave himself a bowl, and began to eat casually.
This bowl of stomach and spleen porridge is quite sticky and glutinous, and the mouth feels quite good. Feng Xinglang drank two bowls before stopping his mouth.
After eating, Feng Xinglang realized: What if Cong Gang had poisoned himself?
After all, Feng Xinglang didn't know Cong Gang very well. I always feel that Cong Gang is not mysterious like an earth person!
After drinking porridge, Feng Xinglang took a nap on the living room sofa full of potted plants for a little more than two hours. He couldn't wait for Cong Gang. Feng Xinglang became a little boring.
After visiting around for a while, Feng Xinglang returned to the kitchen again, ready to find something to eat to make up for his often screaming stomach ... but weirdly found that he drank porridge two hours ago and left it at the meal The bowls on the stage were washed and packed up.
This shows what?
supernatural events?
Feng Xinglang certainly did not believe in ghosts and gods.
Hourly?
Less likely! No hourly worker could quietly be so alarmed that he didn't even let him know, and came to the kitchen to wash the bowl he had eaten.
No need to guess, it must be Cong Gang's bastard!
Cong Gang, a dog thing, where does this sing? Obviously in the room, but still have to play this weird game of hiding cats?
Is he studying the IQ of Fengxinglang?
still is……
Feng Xinglang returned to the living room and had the answer: Cong Gang did not leave the villa!
But he didn't want to come out to meet Feng Xinglang!
I have been repeatedly rejected before, but this time, the dog thing didn't even want to see himself?
Feng Xinglang felt his fist really tickle.
I want to be stingy!
But Cong Gang is not the kind of character that Feng Xinglang can get!
Feng Xinglang really wanted to burn the haunted house with a fire, but he still lived.
Should not be angry at those innocent flowers and plants, but not angry!
In general, Feng Xinglang is still fragrant and precious.
Instead of smashing the delicate flowers, he chose two pots of relatively stubborn green dill and Selaginella in his life and smashed away, leaving the haunted house of Cong Gang.
He told Cong Gang who avoided him in such a simple and rude way:
I've been here, I'm angry, you know the consequences!