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

　　"You dog, so you really know about it?!"

　　Feng Xinglang who had been worrying for a few days, suddenly had a bright light in his eyes as he jumped over the s.h.i.+eld and pounced, "Quickly tell me, where is Xing San?"

　　"You want to know?"

　　Cong Gang asked with a gentle expression. A gentle light rippled in his eyes.

　　"Of course! "Speak!"

　　To have the whereabouts of his niece Feng Tuantuan, Feng Xinglang was both excited and agitated.

　　"Even if you beg me with all your heart... I won't tell you! You know the reason! "

　　"I don't know!"

　　Feng Xinglang's robust body immediately jumped over, and suppressed onto Cong Gang's body. "Quickly speak! Otherwise, I'll kill you! "

　　The sounds of battle drew the attention of the cabin crew; but Feng Xinglang who was crawling on Cong Gang's body, still did not have any intention of restraining himself.

　　"Let's go find Xing San now, we will only alert the enemy! With Xing San's sharp and deceitful nature, before we can even get close to him, he's already a cicada coming out of its sh.e.l.l! "

　　Cong Gang, who was being pressed down by Feng Xinglang, looked at the air stewardesses in an extremely awkward manner.

　　"Besides, he has such a good s.h.i.+eld like Feng Tuantuan. If he were to aim it at your niece's head in one hand and your head in the other, would you resist, or not? Xing San committed the crime in a group, they are not the only one! "

　　It was really enough!

　　Cong Gang who could no longer endure, forcefully pulled Feng Xinglang's body and rolled to the side with a strenuous carp kick, then pushed him away.

　　"This-man-has-intermittent-neuropathy!"

　　"..."

　　Mexico City is the most populous metropolitan area in America and the highest elevation metropolitan area in the world. The oldest city in the Western Hemisphere is littered with ancient Indian cultural relics.

　　It was unknown whether it was because he had eaten Mexican pancakes or because the Tuna Fried Corn Cake was not clean enough, but that night, Feng Xinglang's stomach started to hurt.

　　He was originally a difficult person to serve, but now he was even more so.

　　Cong Gang had fed the medicine to Feng Xinglang, but he who couldn't accept the situation puked all of it out.

　　After being tossed and turned for three to four hours, Feng Xinglang was about to collapse from exhaustion.

　　Cong Gang probed Feng Xinglang's forehead again, but there were no signs of fever.

　　"Let's give it a shot!" The effect is better, but also faster. "

　　"... "Scram!"

　　Of course Cong Gang would not scram, he laid on the side of the bed with his clothes crossed, observing Feng Xinglang's condition.

　　… ….

　　At this moment, Shen City was undoubtedly not on guard.

　　At least for Xing San!

　　Hetun brought Lin Xueluo and her son back to Pater Castle, while Feng Xinglang and Cong Gang followed them to Mexico City.

　　The only ones left in the Feng Family were the elderly, women and children who were handicapped.

　　A single Basong was simply not enough to cause trouble!

　　It was as Cong Gang expected: Xing San had committed the crime in a group.

　　He had spies in the Shen City. Report the whereabouts of the Hetun and Feng Xinglang to him at all times.

　　But Xing San did not contact Lan Youyou at all.

　　Until Feng Tuantuan sobbed in his arms.

　　Feng Tuantuan's crying voice was not loud, as she sobbed like a cat.

　　After all, the little guy was not even five years old, so he could not bear the fear and uneasiness of the past few days alone. Alone in a foreign land, in a strange and terrifying environment, thinking about the little guy made him cry in his sleep.

　　"Why are you crying again?"