Novel Full Chapter 1172
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"You dog, so you really know about it?!"
Feng Xinglang who had been worrying for a few days, suddenly had a bright light in his eyes as he jumped over the shield and pounced, "Quickly tell me, where is Xing San?"
"You want to know?"
Cong Gang asked with a gentle expression. A gentle light rippled in his eyes.
"Of course! "Speak!"
To have the whereabouts of his niece Feng Tuantuan, Feng Xinglang was both excited and agitated.
"Even if you beg me with all your heart... I won't tell you! You know the reason! "
"I don't know!"
Feng Xinglang's robust body immediately jumped over, and suppressed onto Cong Gang's body. "Quickly speak! Otherwise, I'll kill you! "
The sounds of battle drew the attention of the cabin crew; but Feng Xinglang who was crawling on Cong Gang's body, still did not have any intention of restraining himself.
"Let's go find Xing San now, we will only alert the enemy! With Xing San's sharp and deceitful nature, before we can even get close to him, he's already a cicada coming out of its shell! "
Cong Gang, who was being pressed down by Feng Xinglang, looked at the air stewardesses in an extremely awkward manner.
"Besides, he has such a good shield like Feng Tuantuan. If he were to aim it at your niece's head in one hand and your head in the other, would you resist, or not? Xing San committed the crime in a group, they are not the only one! "
It was really enough!
Cong Gang who could no longer endure, forcefully pulled Feng Xinglang's body and rolled to the side with a strenuous carp kick, then pushed him away.
"This-man-has-intermittent-neuropathy!"
"..."
Mexico City is the most populous metropolitan area in America and the highest elevation metropolitan area in the world. The oldest city in the Western Hemisphere is littered with ancient Indian cultural relics.
It was unknown whether it was because he had eaten Mexican pancakes or because the Tuna Fried Corn Cake was not clean enough, but that night, Feng Xinglang's stomach started to hurt.
He was originally a difficult person to serve, but now he was even more so.
Cong Gang had fed the medicine to Feng Xinglang, but he who couldn't accept the situation puked all of it out.
After being tossed and turned for three to four hours, Feng Xinglang was about to collapse from exhaustion.
Cong Gang probed Feng Xinglang's forehead again, but there were no signs of fever.
"Let's give it a shot!" The effect is better, but also faster. "
"... "Scram!"
Of course Cong Gang would not scram, he laid on the side of the bed with his clothes crossed, observing Feng Xinglang's condition.
… ….
At this moment, Shen City was undoubtedly not on guard.
At least for Xing San!
Hetun brought Lin Xueluo and her son back to Pater Castle, while Feng Xinglang and Cong Gang followed them to Mexico City.
The only ones left in the Feng Family were the elderly, women and children who were handicapped.
A single Basong was simply not enough to cause trouble!
It was as Cong Gang expected: Xing San had committed the crime in a group.
He had spies in the Shen City. Report the whereabouts of the Hetun and Feng Xinglang to him at all times.
But Xing San did not contact Lan Youyou at all.
Until Feng Tuantuan sobbed in his arms.
Feng Tuantuan's crying voice was not loud, as she sobbed like a cat.
After all, the little guy was not even five years old, so he could not bear the fear and uneasiness of the past few days alone. Alone in a foreign land, in a strange and terrifying environment, thinking about the little guy made him cry in his sleep.
"Why are you crying again?"
"I want to go home … "Everyone's thinking of papa now …."
The cute girl sobbed softly, afraid that her loud voice would make Xing San unhappy.
"Didn't I already tell you that Feng Lixin is not your biological father? He is only your foster father! So, you don't need to think about him anymore! "
Xing San turned on the bedside lamp, took out a tissue and dried the little girl's tear-stained face.
"I still want to go home … "Good dad, how about you send everyone home?"
Feng Tuantuan had always been a good girl. Knowing that Xing San would be unhappy calling him a big scoundrel, he kept on calling him a good daddy out of flattery.
"If I send you home, then Daddy will be left with only one person …" It will be very lonely! "
Xing San used his fingers to straighten the fine hair on Feng Tuantuan's forehead and cheeks, "Can you bear to see your father alone?!"
"But I really want to go home …" Good father can live with Bundle, Papa and the Uncle. It's like I'm with Big Brother Nuonuo, eating dinner together and going to school together … "
While talking, the little guy pitifully cried again. His big, clear, watery eyes were red and swollen from crying. That delicate and touching appearance really caused one to feel tender affection for him.
"Pan, good dad knows you're feeling bad right now! But, long pain is no better than short pain, good father must take you with him! No one can separate us! Not Feng Lixin, not Feng Xinglang! They all want to take you for themselves! They are too selfish! "
Xing San twisted his knowledge about this world. In a black and white way.
Little Thing was not even five years old, and her knowledge was still quite plastic. Regardless of whether or not she could accept what Xing San had said at that time, she did not have the ability to differentiate between truth and falsehood. In the near future, as Xing San goes further and repeats his story, the little thing would presumably slowly believe him as well. and then, he was forced to accept the cognitive world that Xing San provided.
When he thought about the big python at the exit downstairs, Feng Tuantuan didn't dare to say to Xing San: You're the selfish big bad guy!
"I want to go home … "I really want to go home …"
Other than crying softly, the little guy could not find any other way to resist.
"Don't cry! Otherwise, my good dad would be angry! "
Xing San's good temper was almost worn out by the crying little thing, "If we bring the big python downstairs up here crying, then Daddy will have to feed the python with the balls!"
"Stop crying then …"
The little guy stopped crying, but he was still sobbing from time to time. His tear-stained little face was really pitiful.
"That's good! Good father will protect the ball! Be it humans or animals, none of them can hurt or snatch away the bodies! "
Xing San gently patted his cute back, coaxing her back to continue sleeping.
… ….
Xing San didn't need to put himself at risk.
However, Xing San felt that there was no place safer than this place without Hetun and Feng Xinglang.
Not only were there no Hetun and Feng Xinglang, there were also no Cong Gang and Yan Bang!
Xing San also knew that the Hetun and Feng Xinglang could return to the Shen City at any time, but they never would have thought that he, Xing San, would turn around and attack them.
Xing San returning to the Shen City was obviously not to send Feng Tuantuan back to the Feng Family.
In his subconscious, he had already treated Feng Tuantuan as his own daughter. And how could she possibly return it to him and Feng Xinglang!
The reason he went back to the Shen City was to see Lan Youyou. It was enough to prove that he truly loved Lan Youyou.
However, the withered and shriveled Lan Youyou made him feel extremely regretful. It was as if this cruel reality didn't arouse his interest at all.
Men were mostly visual animals!
Without experiencing the vicissitudes of life, it is impossible to precipitate and sublimate that originally fragile emotion.
But when Xing San saw Lan Youyou who was using a ventilator on the sickbed, his heart ached.
Was this still the woman he had raised up to be under his care?
If she had chosen herself, perhaps they would have had a rich and comfortable life in Ushmar. Perhaps there would be many beautiful girls, as lovely and sweet as balls.
However, he had cherished the little girl since she was young, and had fallen in love with a man he shouldn't have! It would ruin her life!
Even at the moment of his death, he was still cruel and lonely!
Xing San reached out his palm and gently touched Lan Youyou's face that was exposed outside the breathing machine: It seemed to be a dry and stiff body without any temperature.
At this moment, Xing San suddenly had a strong emotion, which was to let Lan Youyou die with dignity! It was not like staying in Feng Family to beg for death, or to live on.
Thus, Xing San decided to bring Lan Youyou away!
"Girl, third brother will take you away! "Go where you should go!"
Xing San bent over and removed the breathing machine from Lan Youyou's face. He curled his fingers and felt around. He could still hear the faint sound of breathing.
Being able to last until the last breath, it was likely that this was not what Lan Youyou needed.
"Let her go!"
Just as Xing San was about to turn around and leave after lifting Lan Youyou's skinny body up, he heard a burst of heavy breathing from behind him.
It was Feng Lixin.
Feng Lixin, who was unable to sleep at night, once again quietly went downstairs to visit his wife, Lan Youyou, who was still breathing very slowly.
But he did not expect that he would actually make it in time for Xing San to take Lan Youyou away.
Xing San was not alarmed, and only indifferently swept his gaze across Feng Lixin.
"She does not belong here! You can't let her die from exhaustion! "
"There's no need for you to care whether she dies or not! She was born to be my, Feng Lixin's, wife, even if she dies she must be! "
One of Feng Lixin's legs evidently dragged a bit, probably because he still had not fully recovered from his injuries from the fall.
"Also, give my daughter back to me!"
Feng Lixin blocked off the entrance of the ward, using the method of an ant trying to shake a tree to make a decision.
"Your daughter? "Hahaha!"
Xing San sneered, "Feng Lixin, I forgot to tell you that you're my, Xing San's, daughter! She calls me Daddy now, and it's sweet! "
"Xing San, you are so despicable!"
Annoyed, Feng Lixin dragged's leg and attacked Xing San who was in his embrace.
With such an argument and fighting style, it would be hard for Basong not to notice Xing San's presence. But at the same time, Basong also noticed the two followers that Xing San had brought.
It wasn't that Basong was afraid, but he felt that it was necessary to give the BOSS a call for instructions.
Basong had stayed in the Feng Family to guard Basong.
When Basong called, Mexico City was still shrouded in a dim morning light.
Cong Gang, who had been tormented by Feng Xinglang for the better part of the night, was also exhausted.
He was in need of his lord's service! How cheap!
"Boss, Xing San returned to Feng Family!" He wants to bring Lan Youyou away, Feng Lixin is going for it! "
"Heh, he's really full of lechery!"