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　　Chapter 1112 - Obtaining a Wife

　　"Where are you taking my wife?"

　　It was impossible for Feng Xinglang to let these ruffians bring their women away from his side.

　　"None of your business!"

　　The leader of the camouflage clothes seemed to be somewhat impatient. It was hard for the army to survive this ordeal.

　　When the camouflage clothes said this, it made Feng Xinglang extremely angry, and he directly kicked the man.

　　"She's my wife, do you think it has anything to do with me?"

　　Feng Xinglang's ill intent came about as soon as he said it. In that moment, the calmness and shrewdness that he had suddenly disappeared from his mind.

　　Perhaps his current restlessness was closely related to Yan Bang's life or death situation.

　　"Click", all the guns were aimed at Feng Xinglang's head.

　　"Don't shoot! I'll go with you guys! "

　　Xueluo immediately squeezed forward and hugged his husband's waist, stopping him from doing anything that would cause him to lose his cool again.

　　"Xueluo..." Feng Xinglang was furious.

　　"Xinglang, don't worry, they won't hurt me. I'll be right back. "

　　Xueluo comforted Feng Xinglang's angry face, "Trust me, nothing will happen to you. You also want to go home early and see Nuonuo, right? "

　　"I'll go with you!"

　　Feng Xinglang still couldn't be at ease with a woman being led away alone.

　　"Put him in there!"

　　With one on one, the injured Feng Xinglang might not even have a chance to win, not to mention the three of them working together. The b.u.t.t of the spear struck the back of Feng Xinglang's neck heavily, causing him to immediately weaken.

　　"Stop it... Stop fighting! I'll go with you! Stop fighting! "

　　Xueluo cried out in alarm, she went forward to protect her husband who was beaten up, but was pulled back tightly by the camouflage clothing leading the way.

　　The half unconscious Feng Xinglang was dragged inside, and Xueluo could only leave with them.

　　Just as he walked out of the lower level cabin, Xueluo saw a person blocking the exit.

　　The person was standing against the light. His thin figure gave him a scholarly air.

　　"Xueluo..." Fang Yi Yan took the initiative to call out to Xueluo.

　　Xueluo looked at the man indifferently, then lowered his head. At this point, she didn't want to talk to Fang Yiyan anymore.

　　"I know you hate me …"

　　"Why should I hate you? In fact, we are all victims! No one wishes to see Aunt Fang's death. "

　　Thinking about her husband, Feng Xinglang, that was locked in the lower levels of the s.h.i.+p, Xueluo, who initially did not want to speak at all, forced herself to start a conversation with Fang Yi Yan. Under the roof of a house, one had to lower one's head in order to achieve perfection.