Chapter 1737 - Waiting for Gentle 13

　　Year after year, for young children, it didn't seem like much. It was just his birthday.

　　But for Feng Xinglang, it was an unforgettable experience.

　　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.

　　Cong Gang never came back alive!

　　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.

　　His youngest son, the bug was much quieter now. Ever since his mother's milk was cut off, the little guy seemed to be better off. He didn't show any signs of sticking to her. Occasionally, he would wake up. As long as he wasn't hungry, he wouldn't cry or make a ruckus as he silently looked at a certain corner, or even the ceiling.

　　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.

　　Xueluo thought that his youngest son had the legendary autism bug, but Feng Xinglang didn't agree. He called it personality.

　　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.

　　A villa without life was like a cold grave.

　　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.

　　"Over there... It's quite comfortable, isn't it? Without my service...] Your life … "

　　Feng Xinglang paused for a moment, and changed his explanation: "How boring will your Ghost Life be?!"

　　Seeing the unchanging scenery, Feng Xinglang deeply frowned. He walked over slowly and sat on the simple, dark gray single person sofa.

　　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!