One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　The picture was taken in a room. At night, there was only a single lamp by the bed.

　　Other than Feng Tuantuan's tear-stained face, the rest of the furnis.h.i.+ngs in the room were not very clear. It did not look luxurious, but rather simple.

　　Feng Xinglang suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked carefully at the photo with a calm demeanor. Because Xing Ba understood Xing San the best.

　　Intuition told Feng Xinglang: The ball was not in Ushmar. This was only Xing San's plan to lure the tiger out of the mountains. He wanted to send himself and the Hetun away so that he could smoothly escape with Lan Youyou.

　　Feng Xinglang had predicted: He would need to wait at least seven to ten days, and only after Lan Youyou had settled down would the skeptical Xing San be able to tell him the whereabouts of the group.

　　And now, only around five days had pa.s.sed! It was impossible for Xing San to be so kind-hearted! Because the whereabouts of Feng Tuantuan was the only bargaining chip he had left to survive.

　　Xing Ba carefully examined the photo, his already small eyes narrowing to a slit.

　　"Intuition... This is probably not Ushmar. "

　　"Why?"

　　"Uther City is an ancient city, Xing San and I have stayed there before. Part of the time there was smoke and dust, and the living conditions there were bad. They hardly eat rice. However, there should be something like rice porridge in the bowl by the head of the bed. "

　　Feng Xinglang took another look at the photo, and snorted coldly, "Even if this photo wasn't taken at Usher, we can't be sure that Xing San didn't send the ball over there!"

　　"That's easy! My second brother is in Mexico, and he'll know the result in a few hours if my G.o.dfather gives him this address! "It's better than us empty-handed."

　　From Xing Ba's tone, it seemed that he did not want to go to Mexico.

　　Feng Xinglang agreed with Xing Ba's words and decided to let Xing Er, who was in Mexico City, go to Uusmar.

　　"Number two, that girl is Ah Lang's niece. Be gentle with her, don't scare her."

　　These two days, Hetun was exceptionally kind. Especially when she looked at her son Feng Xinglang, her eyes brimmed with an unspeakable fatherly love.

　　After waiting for a few hours, the pressure was suffocating.

　　The cell phone number that had sent the message could no longer be reached. It was only a local number in Mexico.

　　Feng Xinglang, who could not contact Cong Gang, felt very impatient.