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　　Chapter 390: The fault is that I shouldn't have fallen in love with her!

　　This topic seemed to have touched upon the pain of Feng Xinglang, causing his handsome face to darken.

　　The words were cold and filled with hatred.

　　"I don't remember!"

　　Obviously, Feng Xinglang did not want to continue this topic.

　　Seeing that Feng Xinglang's handsome face was as cold as a thousand year old ice, Cong Gang did not continue asking. Even if he knew the reason, he wouldn't be able to stop the choice Hetun gave Feng Xinglang.

　　"Hetun has arranged to meet me at Shallow Water Bay! Yan Bang sent people to check that place, it is the temporary residence of the Hetun! "

　　After resting for a few seconds, Feng Xinglang calmed his heart and continued to discuss about tomorrow's appointment with Cong Gang.

　　"But the location of the multiple choice question is definitely not there! Hetun did not like to be disturbed! He will leave you enough time and s.p.a.ce to live in agony! " Cong Gang said indifferently.

　　Feng Xinglang sneered, and said with a smile that was not a smile, "But I don't think I will die from the pain!"

　　"You will!"

　　Cong Gang rejected Feng Xinglang's confidence.

　　Feng Xinglang frowned, his expression gloomy. He really didn't like Cong Gang's confident tone of voice. As if he was bound to know!

　　How annoying!

　　"Get that butler Mo to prepare to pick him up near the Shallow Water Bay! Usually, Hetun will not make things difficult for the people you choose! " Cong Gang continued.

　　"He's pretty professional!"

　　Feng Xinglang let out another cold snort of ridicule.

　　"The purpose of the multiple choice question that Hetun gave you is to see if the person who created the question would live or die!"

　　"I'm afraid we'll have to disappoint him this time!"

　　Cong Gang once again condensed the wild and unruly Feng Xinglang, sternly said with a heavy tone:

　　"Feng Xinglang, until the very last moment, don't give up on yourself!"

　　Feng Xinglang faintly looked at the solemn face of Cong Gang, and then slightly curled his lips into a sinister smile.

　　"The thing in my biceps will guide you and those cops! If this can make Hetun escape, then I can only turn into a fierce ghost and take his life! "

　　After throwing down those words, Feng Xinglang turned around and left the sun room on the third floor.

　　Watching Feng Xinglang's straight back as he left, Cong Gang started to think.

　　"Brother, are you tired? Let me help you lie down and rest for a while. "

　　In the holding room, Xueluo prepared to move Feng Lixin who was on the wheelchair onto the chair.