One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 978 I'm worried you'll bite me!

　　Slowly, the black figure crouched down and carefully supported Feng Xinglang's injured leg with the supporting instrument, placing it on his own knee.

　　He carefully checked the way the device was worn and its function.

　　Roughly three minutes later, a scorching warm current started from Feng Xinglang's injured knee and snaked through his leg, flowing into a small portable container.

　　It was the familiar smell of herbal medicine!

　　Somehow, it allowed Feng Xinglang's furious heart to slowly calm down. He relaxed along with the clenched fists in his robe.

　　The injured and broken leg, after being washed with the Chinese medicine, seemed to have every cell heated up until it warmed up to the heart.

　　The black shadow repeated the seemingly simple but highly skilled cleaning step.

　　This kind of comfort caused Feng Xinglang's aura to become deep and comfortable.

　　His sharp eyes opened wide as he looked down at the intruder who was cleaning and soothing his injured leg.

　　It was the same familiar face: thin and resolute. Every corner of his face was so distinct … He deserved a beating!

　　This continued for more than ten minutes.

　　In the process, Shadow had been kneeling on one knee beside the chair, acting as a footrest.

　　Then, the medicine wrapped around his body. It made the blood flow even more smoothly. dredging meridian, warming the texture.

　　Feng Xinglang patiently waited for the black figure to finish taking care of his injured leg.

　　And then …

　　Where?

　　A punch or a slap in the face sounded too noisy in the dead of night!

　　Thus, Feng Xinglang's gaze landed on the black figure's disobedient ears!

　　"You dog... I have finally caught you! "

　　The black figure felt pain in her ears and was forced to raise her head, meeting Feng Xinglang's playful and dark face.

　　"Second Elder... Long time no see! "

　　Cong Gang's voice was hoa.r.s.e, as if she had spoken it from the depths of her throat.

　　"Long time no see?" That shouldn't be … It doesn't seem to be the first time you've done something so sneaky and sneaky, does it? "

　　Feng Xinglang's lips became even colder and more emotionless as she bit the words she was about to speak.

　　"Touching a dog..."

　　Cong Gang paused, "I really did do it before … Second Lord! "

　　"..."

　　To be honest, Feng Xinglang really wanted to smash this Cong Gang fellow who deserved to be beaten to death!

　　After looking at each other for a long time, Feng Xinglang let out a cold snort of extreme dissatisfaction from her lips.

　　"Speak, what are you trying to do?"

　　Feng Xinglang hissed, suppressing the anger in his heart.

　　"You didn't drink the milk?"

　　What he received instead was Cong Gang's casual question. He glanced at the wastebasket and frowned slightly.

　　"Who borrowed your guts to dare to so brazenly give this daddy a medicine?"

　　Feng Xinglang asked with a face full of anger.

　　"You are so pretentious …" If I don't take one pill, I'm afraid you'll bite me! "

　　As Cong Gang listened to Feng Xinglang's furious words, he also meticulously bandaged the other party's hair.

　　"Actually, you don't feel much better than a dog!"

　　These words made Feng Xinglang's hands completely itch.

　　A backhand slap on the face was fast, but with different targets and different effects.

　　Cong Gang dodged the slap from Feng Xinglang with his superior technique.

　　His palm struck empty air, and Feng Xinglang, who had used too much strength, nearly fell out of his chair.

　　Cong Gang still reached out his hand to block it.

　　Originally, Cong Gang wanted to comment that Feng Xinglang was more and more of a woman, but seeing as how Feng Xinglang was such an explosive beast, Cong Gang decided to hold it in.