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　　Chapter 370: The Beauty Plan

　　This burnt smell lingered on Feng Lixin's body for more than half a month.

　　At that time, Feng Xinglang practically never left his side, accompanying him through every close to death.

　　The hand which lifted the blue cloth was very smooth, but in Feng Xinglang's heart, at this moment, it was surging with emotions.

　　Even if it was a dog that he picked up, he would still have feelings for it after spending a long time with it. Furthermore, Cong Gang was a living person!

　　Beneath the blue cloth, a charred body had a hideous face; one could no longer judge its appearance by its charred features.

　　"Boss, I'll definitely avenge you!" Ye Shaonian choked with sobs.

　　Although Cong Gang usually appeared and disappeared mysteriously with a cold and distant expression, Ye Yinian had always submitted to Cong Gang in this kind of proud and aloof state of an expert, and had always held him in high regard.

　　Feng Xinglang did not make a sound, he only felt that it was not only his ribs that were hurting, it also felt as if there was not a single spot in his entire body that was not being spread with an unspeakable pain. The pain was like thousands of ants eating away at one's bones.

　　"In the new year, you go out first, I want to be alone."

　　Feng Xinglang hissed, and his voice was filled with endless grief and retribution.

　　"Brother Lang, please grieve." Ye Shaonian retreated as he was choked with sobs.

　　Staring at the burnt body under the blue cloth, Feng Xinglang's eyes turned red.

　　"You dog, I am not dead yet, how can you die? Didn't I order you to die before I died? "

　　Feng Xinglang hissed softly, each word biting so hard.

　　Feng Xinglang held onto Cong Gang's scorched and twisted hand.

　　He was neither afraid nor afraid. He was more willing to accept some of these terrifying corpses than others.

　　He originally thought that Cong Gang was just a dog guarding him, but it was at this moment that Feng Xinglang realized that the relations.h.i.+p between master and servant, that was as calm as water, was also extremely precious!

　　"Cong Gang, you dog …"

　　Feng Xinglang scolded, trying hard to suppress the pain that was spreading in his heart. He took a deep breath to ease the discomfort.

　　Suddenly, Feng Xinglang stopped looking at the burnt arm.

　　As he started to think about something, Feng Xinglang started to viciously pinch the burnt right arm;