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　　Chapter 641: Returning to being a Cinderella 3

　　Cong Gang was not in a hurry to answer Feng Xinglang's question. Instead, he used the last piece of Chinese medicine ointment to remove blood stasis on top of Feng Xinglang's hip bone.

　　"I left the car!"

　　After that, he casually answered Feng Xinglang's question.

　　"F * ck your sister! "You really did …"

　　Feng Xinglang was so furious that he wanted to sit up, but when he used a bit of force on his abdomen, the pain made his entire body go limp. Yet, he still tried his best to use his elbow to prop up his half broken body … After working so hard for a few times, and he was almost out of the pit, Cong Gang finally snorted in agreement.

　　"Wei Kang has already been sent to fetch them."

　　Cong Gang still compromised. It was probably because Feng Xinglang's internal injuries were really not light this time.

　　But Feng Xinglang had a stubborn temper.

　　Sometimes his actions were no different from those of his 5-year-old friend Linnuo: he tortured himself, making those who cared about him nervous and anxious.

　　And Cong Gang was the one who was anxious and anxious about him!

　　Feng Xinglang laid back down on the hole again and moved into a more comfortable position that his body would not feel any pain.

　　Then, he stared at Cong Gang who was drenched in sweat.

　　"Wei Kang... Your people? "

　　Back in the Pater Castle, Feng Xinglang had this question. However, at that time, he could only preserve his life.

　　"Yes."

　　Cong Gang replied with a light voice. But he didn't explain anything. He didn't intentionally hide it either.

　　"You dog... When did you learn how to recruit troops? "

　　Feng Xinglang's voice rose slightly, filled with dissatisfaction.

　　Cong Gang did not answer, and it seemed like he had no answer. He pulled away the wide towel at Feng Xinglang's waist, put it into the cold water and washed it a few times. Once again, he covered Feng Xinglang's waist.

　　There was not a single strand of hair on Feng Xinglang's entire robust body. Everything was clean, along with some other places.

　　"But Wei Kang actually appeared by Yan Bang's side?"

　　This was the crux of the matter. Although Feng Xinglang was half dead, his brain was still smarter than others.

　　Cong Gang still did not answer his question. When he mentioned 'Yan Bang', his mood didn't seem to be very good. He regained his usual calm demeanor.