One second to rember [Brushstroke Pavilion] 52bqg [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 369: Xueluo's heart could no longer remain calm!
Xueluo did not understand the intentions of this man whom Lan Youyou had called Third Brother, but she could see that there was no malice in his eyes.
At least for the ti being!
"But I don't think so!"
Xing San sat down on the folding chair opposite of Xueluo.
"How could a person who values kinship so much not care about his own flesh and blood? Feng Xinglang might not care about you, but he will definitely care about the bone and blood in your stomach that are from the sa line as him! "
Xueluo was startled, "What, your foster father is preparing to use the child in my womb to deal with Feng Xinglang?"
Before answering Xing San, Xueluo carefully probed further.
"If you want to live... I will help you! " Xing San said indifferently.
Xueluo remained calm and said: "That's great! "I'll have to trouble you, Mister San, to let out. I will be forever grateful!"
"I can't do it! I don't have the ability to let you leave this place! The lives of you and your child must be fought for by yourself. " Xing San remained calm and cald.
"I fight for it myself? How could he win? Fight you, win against you, then run away? "
Xueluo didn't display much intelligence in front of Xing San. On the contrary, he was a little childish and stupid.
Being clever in front of people who were smarter than himself would undoubtedly be annoying. And it would also bring about a fatal disaster.
Xueluo did not want to be a nuisance. He also didn't want to put himself and the little girl in his stomach in danger.
"... You still want to defeat ? " Xing San was amused by Xueluo's wild imagination.
Xing San was not that kind of smiling tiger. His smile was genuine.
"Lin Xueluo, do you want to live?" Pausing slightly, Xing San asked again.
"Of course!" Xueluo acknowledged, and then fell silent.
"Since you want to live, then when Feng Xinglang makes his choice, fight for it yourself!"
"You … What do you an? Didn't Feng Xinglang already make a choice between and his brother Feng Lixin? "
"This is a different ti! Now that you have his child in your belly, this multiple choice question is even more interesting! "
Xueluo was silent for a mont, "You an to say that your foster father has decided to let Feng Xinglang make a new choice between the child in my stomach and ?"
"That's right!"
Xueluo gasped inwardly: Why is this Hetun so abnormal?
She believed that even if Feng Xinglang did not hesitate to choose his brother Feng Lixin, after making this choice, he would still have a shadow in his heart!
"Will the party that Feng Xinglang has chosen be able to live?"
This was what Xueluo was most concerned about. She didn't want Feng Xinglang to be toyed with by the Hetun. He would die for the last two choices!
"According to my understanding of my foster father, the party chosen would definitely survive! Because my foster father loved to see people who were alive to the point where they wished they were dead! Just like the current Feng Xinglang, you will always live in the painful days of seeking revenge on my foster father! "
it was as if he could no longer use words to describe Hetun's extrely vile hobby!
Isn't this typical: to base one's happiness on the suffering of others?
"So, even if you don't want to help yourself, you still have to fight for the child in your stomach to survive!"
Xueluo finally understood it: Xing San was trying to persuade him to have her cry for help in front of Feng Xinglang?
Seeing that Xueluo was silent, Xing San continued to speak: "Feng Lixin is already a cripple, living or not, doesn't have much aning! But you, you are still in your pri, and you have a new life in your belly. No matter what, you should be the one to be chosen! "
Xueluo followed Xing San's instructions, and nodded her head in approval.
"I also think that our lives are more important than Feng Lixin's, but the key thing is: The one who made the choice is Feng Xinglang!"
She wanted to hear more about the stakes from Xing San.
"As long as you want to live, I will help you persuade Feng Xinglang!" Xing San said.
Xueluo was suddenly stunned, "You said … Will you persuade Feng Xinglang to choose ? "
"Yes!" Xing San nodded.
"Then... Then can you let talk to Feng Xinglang on the phone? I want to talk to him myself. " Xueluo struck while the iron was still hot.
"No!" But the words that you have said, I will bring them to Feng Xinglang! "
With a click, Xing San turned off the recording in his hand.
What a treacherous and cunning man!
After Xing San left, Xueluo started to beco inexplicably nervous.
From the looks of it, this Ol 'Three should be going to tell Feng Xinglang: "She's pregnant?
Would Feng Xinglang believe it? What would he do if he believed it?
Didn't hear it? Or ignored?
It was just that Xueluo did not understand one thing: Why did this Xing San help her persuade Feng Xinglang to choose this mother and son pair?
A conscience?
It was obviously impossible! It would be strange if soone as desperate as him were to talk in terms of conscience.
So kind of conspiracy?
Wanting for Feng Xinglang to make the multiple choice questions more painful?
This reason was pretty reasonable!
However...
But why did he have to tell Feng Xinglang in advance? Wouldn't it be even more shocking if he told it to Feng Xinglang when he really had to make a choice?
Xueluo's heart could no longer remain calm!
In the dream, the woman's blood-stained face was crisscrossed and layered.
When Feng Xinglang woke up, it was already the morning of the second day.
Yan Bang was sleeping by his side and had not woken up. Only after Feng Xinglang stood up and left did he open his eyes.
In the Night Villa's parking lot, Feng Xinglang did not see any trace of the horse carriage. And Cong Gang's phone could not be reached.
Feng Xinglang instinctively sensed that sothing had happened to Cong Gang!
His phone rang. It was Ye Yiran.
"Brother Lang, is Boss Bian with you?" Ye Xiaonian eagerly asked.
"No!" Has sothing happened to Cong Gang? "
Feng Xinglang asked.
"At the entrance of the Qibei Mountain City's Coiled Mountain Road, the police discovered a burnt car. There was also a charred body. From the evidence left on the carriage, it was initially determined that it was Cong Gang! There is also a abandoned anti-riot vehicle, it seems to be the work of the Hetun! "
Hetun again!
Feng Xinglang remained silent for a long ti.
He had seen the brutality of the people under the Hetun. No matter how strong Cong Gang was, he could not escape the deadly attacks of those outlaws.
"Brother Lang... Brother Lang? " Ye Shaonian, who was on the other end of the phone, urgently called out.
"Where is Cong Gang's body?" he asked.
"In the funeral ho! The flas had burnt him beyond recognition and he could no longer recognize him! I am here now! "
"Wait, I'll be there shortly!"
Lamborghini shot off like an arrow in the direction of the funeral ho.
The color of the green was comparable to that of a frog's, and only the silent male like Bai Mo knew how to use it.
Cong Gang's charred body was covered by the blue cloth. He could even sll the burnt sll from afar.
Feng Xinglang was familiar with this sll of a burnt human body, it could be said to be carved into his bones.
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