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　　Chapter 366 - Feng Xinglang, you p.u.s.s.y!

　　Cong Gang raised his deep eyes, which were filled with an indescribable heaviness.

　　It made Feng Xinglang feel a heavy pressure even when he looked at it.

　　"You are very familiar with Yan Bang?" Cong Gang asked instead of answering.

　　"Um... It should be very familiar! "

　　"Did he rescue you from the underground storage?" Cong Gang asked again.

　　"Un, it's him!"

　　Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, "Are you suspecting Yan Bang?"

　　"He is not a good man! Stay away from him! "

　　Cong Gang said coldly. Bite every word.

　　"Cong Gang, are you being too nervous? Both gra.s.s and trees? "

　　Feng Xinglang smirked, "You're actually suspecting a person who risked his life to rescue me from the sea of fire?"

　　"You have ill intentions. Sometimes, it does not mean you want your life, but it can also mean that... Your people! " Cong Gang said coldly.

　　Feng Xinglang stared at Cong Gang, went silent for a while, and then laughed.

　　"Cong Gang, you're thinking too much! He, Bai Mo and I have been friends for more than ten years, and Yan Bang has always been the role of an elder brother to us! "

　　After a slight pause, Feng Xinglang exhaled a breath of impure air, "Cong Gang, you've been alone for far too long, you have no way of experiencing a brotherly friends.h.i.+p at all! Once I take care of Hetun, I will introduce you to Yan Bang and the others! "

　　Cong Gang was silent. It was as if he did not want to continue this topic with Feng Xinglang.

　　Maybe he really was too nervous.

　　Just as Feng Xinglang was about to get up, his ribs accidentally used some force to touch his wound, causing him to frown from the pain.

　　"What are you still standing there for? Come over and help me!" he snapped.

　　Feng Xinglang was very heavy, and practically had no self-control to exert her strength; Cong Gang had to support most of his weight before she was able to help him up.

　　In the washroom, Feng Xinglang cast a glance at Cong Gang, who was still holding onto his waist.

　　"I can help myself with that thing, you can leave now!"

　　"..."

　　Night Villa.

　　Under the cover of the black curtain, it blossomed with a dazzling brilliance. A heaven of joy for the repressed men and women!

　　Of course, Feng Xinglang did not come here for fun or amus.e.m.e.nt, but to keep an eye on Bai Mo.

　　He didn't want to let the Gentleman Bai into an awkward situation that might happen to him.

　　It was always good to prepare for a rainy day!