Chapter 1737 – Waiting for Gentle 13
Year after year, for young children, it didn't seem like much. It was just his birthday.
One year ago today, Cong Gang died! He died to save Feng Xinglang.
Subconsciously, Feng Xinglang still had that little hope: maybe Cong Gang was really superhuman, or maybe it was really as his son Linnuo had described, the most powerful one …
But all his hopes and illusions had to be shattered by the cruel, day-by-day reality.
There was no news of him. It was as if he was really dead!
Died completely!
There was no breath left to be found!
It was like a speck of dust that had been blown away! All that was left was reminiscence!
Feng Xinglang came alone today. He did not bring his two sons with him.
This summer, his eldest son, Feng Linnuo, played extremely happily in the Hetun. I heard that the Hetun, in order to curry favor with her grandson, had a glider and a flying machine. I also heard that she had brought back a little lion cub and a little cheetah from the Middle East to feed him.
Ever since it could crawl, the bug had a hobby that worried Mommy Xueluo: As long as it put the little thing on the crawling mat, after a while, the little thing would crawl into some corner and sit there, quiet to the point where it made people feel afraid.
Because every time he looked deeply into the little creature's eyes, he could feel his son's pride.
Feng Xinglang stood silently in front of the ancient villa that was gradually being covered by the mountain climbing tigers.
Feng Xinglang couldn't remember how many times he had washed his face ever since Cong Gang's death … … Every time this happened, his mood would become a bit more serious and a bit more dejected.
No matter how powerful he was, he still couldn't escape death's scheme.
Feng Xinglang paused for a moment, and changed his explanation: "How boring will your Ghost Life be?!"
There was a saying that ghosts wouldn't leave! With Cong Gang's powerful character, his Undead Souls should be stronger than other people!
But Feng Xinglang had been here so many times, yet he could not even sense Cong Gang's existence.
It was as if Cong Gang had only gone on a trip to a faraway place, and the date of return was uncertain!
But, all of these were merely Feng Xinglang's will!
He was also a good friend!
Sometimes, his temper would be tougher and more arrogant than his master's.
However…
"You dog, if you want to die, then die …" Why couldn't he choose a quiet place to die in? I have to give it a shot in front of me! "This old man will owe you for the rest of his life …"
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes, "Although saving my master is something a dog like you should do … But isn't that a little deliberate? You should have waited for me to save my master before you silently died! "
"I knew you were doing it on purpose…"
That moment of shock, that moment of fire … It was as if he was playing it upside down in Feng Xinglang's mind. It was just that Cong Gang's face could not be seen!
Feng Xinglang shook his head, not wanting to let those sad things take over his entire emotions.
"Stop trying…" You can't beat me!]
[I'm going too far, what can you do to me?]
[You will be grateful to me in the future!]
[Because you are too greedy!]
In a daze, Feng Xinglang was awakened: Even her memories were so depressing!
How could he be greedy?
Money? Earning milk powder for his wife and children, how could this be called greed?!
Power? Feng Xinglang would not intentionally rope them in. Or perhaps it could be said that he was simply uninterested in the nobility.
What exactly did that Cong Gang bastard say he was greedy for?
Originally, he came to offer sacrifices to Cong Gang, but Feng Xinglang left with anger!
… ….
When Feng Xinglang rushed to Yulong City, Yan Bang, who was unable to take care of himself was still lying on the bed.
But at this moment, Feng Xinglang actually took the initiative to run to the Yulong City, more or less allowing his heart, which was even colder than before, to receive comfort.
Yan Bang did not speak, and only looked deeply at Feng Xinglang who was slowly walking into his living room.
"I never thought that president Yan would be so weak. "I heard that he has been bedridden for a month already. Is he unable to even take care of his own life?"
The reason why Feng Xinglang would take the initiative to visit the Yulong City to see Yan Bang, who could not take care of himself, was more or less related to the matter of offering sacrifices to Cong Gang.
If Yan Bang also left him, then he would really be a loner!
His actions in Shen City might not be blocked, but he could not recklessly act as he pleased!
The key was that he lacked a pious person to take the blame for him!
On Yan Bang's scarred face that was slightly pale, there was a trace of a victorious smile.
Because he felt that he, Yan Bang, had already won this cold war!
"Killing is against the law! Your life is not worth it for me to get caught in jail! "
Feng Xinglang leisurely took a bite of an Australian mango and unconcernedly spat out the astringent skin.
"Then why did you come here today? You took the initiative to reconcile with me? "
Yan Bang took over the mango that Feng Xinglang was chewing on, and quickly peeled it clean, then stuffed it back into Feng Xinglang's hands.
"You're thinking too much, I just want to see how president Yan can't take care of himself! Pulling the bed? Someone else is taking your piss? "