Chapter 1743 - Remember Me … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

　　Today was the day of Cong Gang's death, which was exactly a year away.

　　Feng Xinglang kept having the feeling that it wouldn't be such a coincidence.

　　"Yeah... What else did he say … "

　　Yan Bang wanted to say something, but hesitated, "It's fine if you don't want to say it! That thing has become a lunatic! "

　　"What did Miyamoto Wentuo say?"

　　But Feng Xinglang continued to ask, "What did he tell you, tell me the truth!"

　　"Lang, you don't have to be so nervous, do you?"

　　Yan Bang reclined on the gigantic sofa bed, "I won't tell you, I was just worried that it would disturb your tranquility, and I couldn't bear for you to think too much …"

　　"Did the Yamaguchi-gumi make a move again?"

　　Feng Xinglang reprimanded, "Stop f * * king underestimating your enemy! You can't shake them. "Tell me quickly!"

　　"Lang, you could never imagine what kind of ghastly appearance Miyamoto Wentuo has turned into right now! He's half dead, and his skin is still peeling. It's like he's got an albino disease, and I don't think he's far from death! "

　　"How did he become like this? However, it had only been a year … Is he sick? " Feng Xinglang asked.

　　"Miyamoto Wentuo said that he used his health to exchange for a year of lifespan with you!"

　　Yan Bang still explained part of the story honestly, "You made it sound quite mysterious! "I almost believed it …"

　　"... I believe you! "

　　It was only after a long time did Feng Xinglang finally let out these two words from her lips.

　　"You believe me?"

　　Yan Bang was slightly doubtful, "Lang, you really believe his lies? That thing was already an abnormal human... The words that came out were all chattering. I feel like he's just talking nonsense before his death! "

　　"Death is near... Their words are also good! "

　　Feng Xinglang gave a light sigh, and then continued to ask. "What else did Miyamoto Wentuo say?"

　　"He also said …"

　　Yan Bang scratched his head, stopping himself from speaking any further.

　　"What else did he say?" Feng Xinglang seemed to be getting impatient.

　　"Lang... If I die. Can you miss me as much as you miss Cong Gang? Have a baby, too. Or is it a little strict? "

　　Yan Bang suddenly changed the topic and asked something so random.

　　Little Bang? A little strict?

　　"..." Feng Xinglang really wanted to drag Yan Bang out from his phone and give him a good beating.

　　"No!" I will only let Wuyang and my surname! I let you die without a son to dress you in mourning! "

　　Feng Xinglang unhappily interrupted Yan Bang.

　　"Lang... You don't have to be so cruel to me, do you? "

　　Yan Bang complained, "I wanted to die for you … This is so f * cking chilling to my heart! "