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　　Chapter 605: What am I going to do if I don't even want my life?

　　Hearing footsteps coming from the pa.s.sage, Feng Xinglang immediately jumped up from the stage.

　　However, he still hesitated, and his entire body seemed to be in a trance. The strength in his legs also became a lot softer.

　　Since he hadn't seen sunlight for two days, coupled with the lack of food and the injuries on his hands and palms, Feng Xinglang's physical strength had been overdrawn.

　　Feng Xinglang realized that his body's immunity did not have a decisive effect. Inflammation had already started to form on his wounds, causing his body temperature to rise accordingly.

　　Just as Feng Xinglang had expected: This time, the woman that he had been thinking about day and night came in.

　　In order to further sublimate the relations.h.i.+p, just a picture of the son's colour image was not enough. It was necessary to see the above with a woman.

　　Xueluo's footsteps were very panicked. He was still unable to get used to the darkness of the bas.e.m.e.nt, so Xueluo could only rely on his memories and slowly grope his way towards the iron fences.

　　"Feng Xinglang, Feng Xinglang, this is an antibiotic, you will get to eat one each sooner or later. Also, there are two bottles of mineral water …"

　　As Xueluo suppressed his voice to remind Feng Xinglang of the dosage, he hurriedly delivered three medicinal boards and two bottles of mineral water to him.

　　In the darkness, Xueluo felt a shadow pounce towards her, bringing with it the sound of metal clas.h.i.+ng with handcuffs. Soon after, she was hooked on the back of her head by Feng Xinglang's arm, and softly moving forward, her lips that were full of concern was sealed by the man.

　　It was not a comfortable kiss; the iron bars prevented it, forcing the faces of the two parties to be pressed against the cold iron bars.

　　Furthermore, the current Xueluo was extremely nervous, so she could not feel anything warm, but instead felt more guilty.

　　On Hetun's territory, in this underground room that he couldn't even see his own fingers in, how could Xueluo be at ease!

　　Besides, hadn't he already decided to cut off all ties with this man?

　　"Feng Xinglang, don't be like this …"

　　Xueluo tried his best to push away Feng Xinglang's hands that were wrapped around the back of her head, causing the handcuffs to hit against the iron fences.