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　　Chapter 560: Only with an audience would it be more exciting!

　　Along the way, Feng Xinglang listened to the sound of the waves, and his heart became tranquil.

　　Or perhaps, the waves in his heart were even more vicious than the ocean waves outside.

　　He was blindfolded, and after the speedboat had circled the sea a few times, it was almost impossible for the G.o.ds to tell where he was.

　　There were a few times where Feng Xinglang could clearly feel the Xing Wu nearing him from time to time. It seemed like she wanted to develop further with him.

　　At that time, Feng Xinglang really wanted to kick the Xing Wu, who was covered in oil, off the speedboat.

　　Feng Xinglang was an extremely normal man! How could he possibly 'like' a simple-minded fool like the Xing Wu? It was just a use.

　　"Would you like some whiskey?" Xing Wu asked.

　　Feng Xinglang was too lazy to reply to the Bird Xing Wu.

　　Did Feng Xinglang really think that he had his eyes on this' Pig Head Three '?

　　Even if there were only men left in the world, Feng Xinglang would only choose to force himself to stay away from people like Bai Mo, who was even more delicate and tender than women.

　　As for someone like the Xing Wu, Feng Xinglang would rather use his own "Fifth Miss".

　　Seeing Feng Xinglang no longer bother with him, Xing Wu seemed to be at a loss, and dejectedly drank by himself.

　　After about two hours on the surface of the sea, the speedboat finally approached the cruise s.h.i.+p.

　　The eyepatch was removed, and the rope that was tied to Feng Xinglang's body.

　　Five years later, stepping on this cruise again, Feng Xinglang's emotions were a lot more complicated.

　　He was not sure how the Hetun wanted to play with him, but Feng Xinglang knew very well that he would definitely not let the Hetun off this time.

　　To be able to do his best to save one was one!

　　Of course, if he really did his best, the relatives in Jiuquan wouldn't blame him.

　　It didn't matter if he had a clear conscience, or if he was being wrongly accused. If he couldn't do it both ways, then he could only give up on one!

　　No matter how much more he blamed Feng Xinglang, he, Feng Xinglang, accepted everything!

　　Therefore, when he climbed the ladder, Feng Xinglang's footsteps became more steady and calm.

　　It was not enough to only have Feng Lixin and Lin Xueluo as spectators. This was because they were completely unable to initiate a conflict, and thus were unable to achieve the desired effect that the Hetun wanted.