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

　　Chapter 763 You only like secondhand smoke?

　　After leaving the Shallow Water Bay, Feng Xinglang's heart was heavy.

　　A wave of suffocation hit him, making him unable to breathe!

　　The cool evening wind blew through the open window. That force was enough to cause pain to one's face.

　　The man knew that if the woman stayed in Shallow Water Bay, both mother and son would be safe.

　　To a man, not only did his woman and child not choose him, they chose to be under someone else's protection. This was even more unbearable than slapping him, Feng Xinglang's, face.

　　However, at the moment, it seemed that this was the only option.

　　The look of the woman holding the chopper and pressing it against his neck shocked the man's heart.

　　Lin Xueluo had his own grievances; rather, Feng Xinglang had his own helplessness.

　　It was not as if Feng Xinglang didn't know that it was unfair to that woman, Lin Xueluo, that he was always a slave and biased towards his big brother.

　　Feng Xinglang also knew that Lan Youyou had used his weakness, which was being his brother's servant, to cause trouble.

　　But the person Lan Youyou wanted to deal with this time, was Yan Bang; and she also received the punishment that she deserved.

　　However, Xueluo and her son became the victims of the conflict between Lan Youyou and her.

　　From the two risks his son had taken: one was an attempt, the other was an attempt without any danger; Feng Xinglang realized that there was a pair of invisible hands controlling and fermenting the nasty effects of his photo with Yan Bang.

　　Feng Xinglang thought of a person.

　　A person who had been so quiet recently that it was hard to notice him, but who had suddenly thought of him when he was cold.

　　The Porsche SuperStar was running as fast as a tornado as it headed towards the waist of the mountain.

　　This was Cong Gang's place of residence. The day was desolate and the night was strange.

　　There were still barricades, but Feng Xinglang forced his way through the bushes at the side. Even if one of them were to fall apart, it wouldn't be able to stop Feng Xinglang from coming forward to denounce them.

　　This night had been tormented for the greater part of the night. It was almost two in the morning, and the night was already dark and quiet.

　　With a beautiful flick of its tail, Feng Xinglang stopped in front of the entrance of Cong Gang's Ghost Hut.

　　The haunted house was quiet.

　　In the darkness of the night, it was even more mysterious and creepy.