YM778.TV Chapter 1385
With his noble identity as the crown prince, how could he understand the helplessness of these foster son.
"You don\'t need to guess to know: It must be that old fellow Hetun again! Working with someone else\'s army? Does he think he can cover everything with one hand? "Feng Xinglang said in a low voice, "After leaving the Pater Castle, who the hell would still know his Hetun!?"
"Don\'t say that. My foster father did it to save my second brother! "
In Xing Ba\'s eyes, Hetun was not only the person who gave the command, he also treated him as the closest person to him in his entire life. He would follow the Hetun without hesitation, risking his life for it.
"I saved Xing Er who was about to die, but I nearly lost your lives … …"
Feng Xinglang exhaled deeply, "So long as Xing Er\'s life is his life, then your life is not?!"
"Father said that even if it was a corpse, he would bring Second Brother back to be buried!"
Xing Ba lowered his eyes, "Actually, my foster father isn\'t as heartless as you think.""He\'s stupid!"
Feng Xinglang hissed, and then fell silent.
"Prince Xing, you can come see my foster father … It really moved me. " Xing Ba smiled weakly.Feng Xinglang slanted his eyes at Xing Ba, "You\'re really that touched? I didn\'t even see you crying your heart out! "
"..." This humor is really cold. However, it was warm and friendly to the ears.
"How did you get out of danger?" Feng Xinglang continued to ask, "It\'s really not easy for you guys to come back with half of your lives intact!"
The fact that the Hetun and the others were able to escape danger was closely related to Cong Gang. Feng Xinglang clearly knew about this; Because from Xing Ba, he could obtain more information. For example, the Hetun\'s opinion of Cong Gang, etc.
"It was all thanks to Cong Gang that I was able to come back alive! "He led a dozen mercenaries and made a high-class move. Not only did he save my second brother, he also saved us."From the sound of it, Xing Ba had a lot of respect for Cong Gang. His words were filled with gratitude as well.
"Cong Gang already knows how to play tricks, why don\'t you all know?"
Feng Xinglang scoffed, "Could it be that the brains of so many of you are not even comparable to Cong Gang\'s granite head?"
"You\'re underestimating Cong Gang … He was taught by my second brother! Back then, my second brother had told me that Cong Gang\'s talent was extraordinary … I remember when Cong Gang was fourteen, he was able to successfully point a dagger at my second brother\'s throat! "
"I don\'t think he\'s that good either! "Didn\'t he still make himself look like a corpse?!"
"..." Xing Ba rolled his eyes at Feng Xinglang, "If it were you, I would probably die seven or eight times! Let alone leaving behind a small life! "
Feng Xinglang was silent for a moment, and did not bother with Xing Ba\'s sarcasm, but simply asked: "Then what about Hetun? What kind of attitude did he have towards Cong Gang? are you still thinking of destroying Cong Gang? "
"Then I don\'t know! We will never be bold enough to try and figure out what my foster father means! "
Xing Ba suddenly said in a voice that changed the rate of her breathing, "But... Cong Gang wasn\'t someone that others could destroy just because someone wanted to! Furthermore, the helpers under his command are not inferior to the fourteen or seventeen of them... "
"You mean that Wei Kang?"
Feng Xinglang frowned, "He\'s not as fierce as you think! It\'s just a draw with me! "
Actually, what Feng Xinglang wanted to add was: Also, that Basong was not a match for Yan Bang at all! Basong preferred to use technical fighting techniques, whereas Yan Bang only favored to strengthen and strengthen the body! To be able to be defeated by Yan Bang, it truly wasn\'t much!
Xing Ba swept a glance at the contemptuous look on Feng Xinglang\'s face, "That\'s because you haven\'t seen Cong Gang\'s true viciousness before...""Ruthless? Heh, he was quite \'ruthless\' indeed! When I picked him up from Chinatown, he was more likely than dead! The body that is riddled with thousands of wounds is almost completely soaked in a pool of blood! "
Feng Xinglang snorted coldly, "You\'ve been beaten mercilessly by others!"
He did not know why, but as long as someone mentioned how awesome Cong Gang was in front of him, Feng Xinglang would feel bad! He had a nagging feeling that Cong Gang, as a dog slave, should not overshadow his master!
"What?" You saved Cong Gang before? "
Xing Ba asked. He was so shocked that his mouth could not even close.
"Do you need to be so surprised?" Feng Xinglang asked. Because Xing Ba\'s reaction was a little too big."Heh, heh heh …" It was hard to tell whether Xing Ba was laughing coldly or dryly, "Feng Xinglang, you\'ve finally picked up a treasure!"
"..." Feng Xinglang squinted, "What do you mean? Cong Gang is very valuable? "
"If you really can use money to exchange for Cong Gang, I think there will be a lot of people queuing up!"
After a slight pause, Xing Ba let out a light sigh, "Maybe my foster father is one of them!"
"..." How many people would queue up for Cong Gang? As for why?
Thinking about how Cong Gang was uncontrollable and could not accept the rules, Feng Xinglang got a headache.He was clearly just a stray dog picked up by Feng Xinglang, but he insisted on pretending to be arrogant and proud!
Most of the time, he still liked to put on a show! He pretended that he was very mysterious, very profound, very unpredictable!
"Oh right, Cong Gang almost died on the streets that time … Who exactly did this? "
Feng Xinglang really wanted to know, "Could it be the Hetun and Xing Er?"
It seemed that it was because Hetun had forced Cong Gang to his death that Cong Gang\'s heart was filled with hatred for him!
The conversation between the two was interrupted by a series of hurried knocks on the door."Father … Father... Are you there? "
Outside the door, the frantic knocking of Linnuo\'s little friend could be heard. The door to Xing Ba\'s room was locked by Feng Xinglang, and the little fellow who could not open the door became restless.
The moment Feng Xinglang opened the door, the little guy pounced into his embrace with extreme grievance and whimpered with tears.
"Father … Old Tweleve, he was unwilling to open the door … His son knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no sound from inside! His own son was really worried that the Old Tweleve would be unhappy … "Each was more pretentious than the last!
Wasn\'t it just a bit of a disgrace, and it was even being hypocritical?!
The key was that Xing Shi\'er did not rely on his face to eat!In fact, Feng Xinglang could understand Xing Shi\'er: Even his older brother Feng Lixin did not want to see others! Resist all those who want to get close to him and care about him!