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　　Chapter 1047 - Confusion Just thinking about it

　　Regardless of whether it was the previous topic or this topic, Feng Xinglang had instinctively rejected them all.

　　The reason he left that thought to Yan Bang was only to let Yan Bang clearly understand his own current situation.

　　The current situation of being surrounded by enemies from all sides!

　　However, Yan Bang seemed to not have comprehended or excavated the deep meaning behind the thought process, but rather, was stuck on the surface of the thought process.

　　Feng Xinglang did not want to continue to beat around the bush with Yan Bang.

　　And Yan Bang was not the type of person who had the Seven Apertures Mystical Heart! He was simple. It was so simple that it made Feng Xinglang angry and pity it.

　　Feng Xinglang's eyes grew a little colder, "Bang, you are the only person I trust in this world: the only brother who would not scheme against and harm me, Feng Xinglang!"

　　In his eyes, hid a profound meaning that Yan Bang was unable to decipher and read.

　　One of them was — tiredness!

　　Exhausted beyond words!

　　Pausing slightly, Feng Xinglang said faintly, "You can trust each other! You should be able to understand this logic! "

　　Only now did Yan Bang's heavy and stern face relax a little after hearing Feng Xinglang's words.

　　"Lang, with these words of yours, I am sufficient! I will trust you too.

　　"..."

　　Feng Xinglang's thick eyebrows knitted together, "Yan Bang, do you f * cking know how to use idioms? If you don't know how to use it, then don't f * cking use it! And you still won't give up until you die? "

　　Maybe Yan Bang was not wrong, it was just Feng Xinglang's own guilt!

　　Because he, Feng Xinglang, could not pat his chest and promise: He only has pure brotherly feelings towards Yan Bang, and not use it!

　　"Then tell me, what should I do now? Did he really just wait like that? Waiting for the Hetun to destroy Cong Gang? "

　　Yan Bang walked closer, and sat on the corner of the desk with his powerful legs.

　　"If you don't want to wait, then soak in the water and wait!"

　　Feng Xinglang swept his gaze across Yan Bang, "According to my speculations, Cong Gang's hands still have at least five claws and fangs! It was exactly the same as the foster son! "Ghost, sinister and ruthless..."

　　Inadvertently, Feng Xinglang peeked at the door of the office, then stopped his words.

　　Instead, he changed the subject, "Of course, you can also read Sun Zibing's martial arts while soaking in the water! Not only can it nurture the body and nurture the spirit, it can also nurture the spirit! "