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　　Chapter 389: Do you look like your mother or your father?

　　"Not as important as me? Heh, your father is not your biological father, so there's no need for you to be so filial to me! "

　　Feng Xinglang scoffed.

　　Yan Bang laughed heartily as he reached over to pinch the back of Feng Xinglang's neck.

　　"I can't remember what my biological father looks like anymore! But I will never forget how you looked like in my life! "

　　"If your mother has no objections, I wouldn't mind taking you in as a son!" Feng Xinglang coldly snorted.

　　When he raised his hand to push away the arm that Yan Bang was holding onto the back of his neck, Yan Bang saw the wound on Feng Xinglang's left shoulder.

　　"Lang, are you hurt?"

　　Yan Bang used his hand to feel the blood on his s.h.i.+rt, "The wound is new! Who attacked you? "

　　While he was speaking, Yan Bang was looking around for anything strange.

　　"Calm down! I accidentally touched it myself! "I was a little muddle-headed just now."

　　Feng Xinglang chose to hide from Yan Bang.

　　It was not because he did not believe in Yan Bang. With the many years of friends.h.i.+p between him and Yan Bang, Yan Bang's friend was definitely worthy of his trust.

　　Only, Cong Gang's' do you want me to die again? ', had more or less, left him with some reservations towards Yan Bang.

　　The key thing was that Feng Xinglang knew that Yan Bang had always been a cold-hearted and ruthless person. He did not want Yan Bang to make that kind of cold-blooded choice again!

　　He knew that Yan Bang would not hesitate to choose him! As for Feng Lixin and Lin Xueluo, it was possible for Yan Bang to not notice them!

　　"Why are you so careless? Let me bandage you up! There should be a medicine chest in your brother's medical room. "

　　Yan Bang was about to get up, but he was stopped.

　　He really didn't want Yan Bang to find out that his biceps had a tracker. Otherwise, he would be full of nonsense again.

　　"This little wound will not kill anyone!" Get out of here, don't disturb my sleep anymore! "

　　Feng Xinglang pulled the joyous blanket over himself and covered his injured arm with it. He closed his eyes and began to rest.

　　Yan Bang stopped in his tracks, but did not leave. Instead, he went around the side of the room and lied down on the side near the window.

　　Feeling that it was heavy, Feng Xinglang opened his eyes and saw Yan Bang lying on the side.

　　"Die!" Feng Xinglang roared.