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　　Chapter 388 - Accompanying the Sovereign like a Tiger

　　Cong Gang's movements were very fluid, and in one breath, it was perfect.

　　Not giving the sad Feng Xinglang a chance to struggle or resist.

　　It had to be known: Beating this thing on Feng Xinglang's body was no easier than touching a tiger's P-share!

　　If he could choose, Cong Gang would definitely be more willing to touch the tiger's P-share!

　　Of course it wouldn't feel good if someone suddenly punched a hard object into the muscle.

　　"What are you doing?"

　　Feng Xinglang instinctively defended and gave Cong Gang, who was still holding the modified Qi Nail Spear, a side kick.

　　His objective had already been achieved, and when Cong Gang realized that Feng Xinglang would definitely attack him, he turned to dodge; probably because he was worried about the wound on his arm, but he, who wanted to take a glance at, was still kicked by him.

　　"Hiss …" "Uh, what is it?"

　　Feng Xinglang moved his arm a bit. His muscle tissue was destroyed, causing him to gasp in pain.

　　"This is something that a metal detector is unable to detect!" The wound will heal within 24 hours. I will only activate it after you have successfully entered the Hetun's lair! "

　　"It's for you to collect the corpses! I hope to collect all of their corpses! "

　　Cong Gang looked quite relaxed. However, Feng Xinglang was unable to make out whether the latter sentence was a joke or the truth.

　　Feng Xinglang was slightly startled, lowering his head to look at the wound on his shoulder.

　　The wound was only the size of two beans, so it was totally negligible. However, the muscle that had been invaded by an outsider had an unspeakable feeling of swelling and discomfort.

　　"Why don't you put a liquid explosive in my body! This daddy will die together with the Hetun! "

　　Feng Xinglang said in a low voice, full of hostility. After drinking, he was even more ruthless and ruthless.

　　"What, you want to die with Hetun? And with his wife and children? "

　　Cong Gang was always able to understand Feng Xinglang's' Holy Will 'in this way.

　　He carefully wiped away the blood on Feng Xinglang's wound using a sterile towel. However, there was no ointment stuck to the wound to promote healing.

　　He seemed to want Feng Xinglang's wound to heal on its own. That would look more natural.

　　"You know so much about Hetun … Is it because I made this choice that I am sure I can survive? " Feng Xinglang probed.

　　Cong Gang met Feng Xinglang's depressed and dejected eyes, and said lightly:

　　"Under normal circ.u.mstances, you can survive!"