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Chapter 590: Preparing yourself for the future 4

When he left Yan Bang's place, the entire Shen City was already enveloped in a field of dawn.

As a matter of habit, the Bugatti which was speeding out of Yulong City roared towards the direction of the Feng Family.

However, just as he was about to enter the district, he turned around and left.

It was as if he had already said goodbye to them.

It was rush hour, and after more than an hour in the noisy city, he took a long turn and sped away on a deserted road.

It was just that Feng Xinglang did not expect that on the only road that could lead to the haunted house, there would be an AI barricade.

Feng Xinglang was forced to come out of the Bugatti to walk. It was a good thing that he was only one or two thousand meters away from Cong Gang's haunted house. It was time to relax and take a look at the scenery.

There had never been a roadblock, as far as he could remember; but judging from the age of the intellectual roadblock, it must have been seven or eight years ago.

Before Feng Xinglang came here, this mental barrier had never been touched before. Why was it strange today?

Glancing at the ghost house that was not far away, Feng Xinglang lingered on the contradiction between entering and not entering.

No matter what, he was still a master, it would be strange for him to take the initiative to bid farewell to Cong Gang, this dog.

Of course, he could also think from another angle: Because Feng Xinglang valued his brotherly relationship with Cong Gang.

Alright, these were all pretense!

Actually, Feng Xinglang's true reason for coming here had nothing to do with brotherhood!

He had nothing better to do than enter this damn house! Today was no exception.

At a distance of more than a thousand meters, Feng Xinglang stopped and walked, while looking at his surroundings which was gradually becoming denser, his mood seemed to have become a lot clearer.

Perhaps the scenery had not changed, but people's moods were very different. Only now did he realize that it wasn't too late.

The image on the monitor screen was not very clear.

But the Bugatti was dazzling.

There were only two of them in the entire Shen City. One of them stopped in front of Yan Bang's Yulong City, and the other drove over.

And the same Buddy that Feng Xinglang drove over, was given to him by Yan Bang not long ago.

Therefore, in Cong Gang's eyes, it was truly dazzling! Stunned to the point that he didn't want the car near his territory.

Therefore, Cong Gang activated the Intelligent Barrier on Feng Xinglang.

Stepping on the fallen leaves and withered branches, Feng Xinglang's footsteps were not light at all. It was due to his robust physique, as well as his heavy heart at this moment.

Feng Xinglang had not coaxed Yan Bang when he said that he wanted to find a quiet place to rest for a few days. It was just that he was not willing to tell Yan Bang the dangers of the quiet and secluded place.

Under the sunlight, the mountain climbing tiger covered the villa. Without the strangeness of the night, it still looked very desolate and desolate.

Surprisingly, the door to the villa was ajar. He didn't even have to knock on the door.

With Cong Gang, Feng Xinglang did not need to pretend to be a gentleman. Of course, Feng Xinglang rarely ever acted like a gentleman.

Occasionally a gentleman is nothing but a complete yuppie.

Different species of orchids also have different fragrances.

For example, the fragrance of the Four Seasons Orchid is thicker; the smell of the Moulin Orchid is like the fragrance of the osmanthus; the smell of the Spring Orchid is the purest and most typical of its delicate fragrance. However, some spring orchids only have a light fragrance, while some spring orchids have no fragrance.

Feng Xinglang did not hate this fragrance at all.

The clear and cold, delicate orchid streaked across Feng Xinglang's fingers, as if caressing a woman.

Cong Gang was not in the living room.

But looking at the arrangement of the living room, Cong Gang should have been here an hour ago.

Did he go out to buy vegetables?

Feng Xinglang was not happy at all, but he was still calm.

Entering the kitchen, the pots and pans were neatly arranged, and the smell of living quarters assaulted his nose.

Feng Xinglang who was a bit male, still looked down on the men who were playing with the pots and pans!

Feng Xinglang had always thought that these pots and pans were only suitable for women to serve.

He always felt that a man's hand was used to conquer the world, to conquer women, and not to mess with these pots and pans.

In the refrigerator with the double doors, the food was almost ready and very fresh.

Just like this fresh milk, the production date was yesterday. Feng Xinglang took out the bottle of fresh milk and gulped it down.

When he was looking around, Feng Xinglang saw a purple sand cooker that was still warm from the heat.

Stepping forward to take a look, Feng Xinglang's handsome face instantly wrinkled slightly: It's actually porridge?

Right! Feng Xinglang was not mistaken, what was cooking in the purple clay pot was indeed porridge.

For a high-level carnivore like Feng Xinglang, a pot of porridge was not something he was interested in.

However, the fragrance of the porridge was truly refreshing. Feng Xinglang could not help but scoop around in the wok a few times, and surprisingly found a few expensive ingredients that could nourish the stomach and strengthen the spleen.

Therefore, Feng Xinglang reluctantly brought a bowl to himself, and began to eat indifferently.

This bowl of congee that nourished the stomach and nourished the spleen was quite thick and sticky. The taste of it was quite good. Feng Xinglang drank two bowls before he stopped.

It was only after he finished eating that Feng Xinglang realized: What if that bastard Cong Gang really poisoned him?

After all, Feng Xinglang didn't really understand Cong Gang that well. I keep having the feeling that Cong Gang is so mysterious that he doesn't seem like an Earthling!

After finishing the congee, Feng Xinglang sat on the living room's sofa that was filled with plants and narrowed for a while. For a good two hours, he did not manage to wait for Cong Gang.

After walking around for a bit, Feng Xinglang returned back to the kitchen, preparing to find something to eat to mend his stomach, which was always growling. However, he strangely discovered that the bowl that he had eaten his porridge in two hours ago was actually washed and tidied up by someone.

What did this mean?

A supernatural event?

Feng Xinglang obviously did not believe in the words of the ghosts and gods.

Hour work?

It was even more impossible! There was no hour worker that could not be alarmed when Feng Xinglang came over to the kitchen to wash his bowl of food.

There was no need to guess, it must be that bastard Cong Gang!

What was Cong Gang, the dog, doing? He was clearly in the house, but he still wanted to play this weird game of hiding and playing cat and mouse with me?

Was he trying to test Feng Xinglang's IQ?

Or …

Back in the living room, Feng Xinglang already had an answer: Cong Gang did not leave the villa!

But he did not want to meet Feng Xinglang!

It was one thing to be rejected again and again, but this time, that bastard didn't even want to meet me?

Feng Xinglang felt that his fist was really itchy.

He wanted to beat someone up!

But Cong Gang was not the kind of person that Feng Xinglang could beat up easily!

Feng Xinglang really wanted to burn down that haunted house, but he stopped himself.

He should not have vented his anger on those innocent plants, instead, he should have vented his anger on them!

In conclusion, Feng Xinglang still cared for the fairer sex.

He did not smash down on those tender and beautiful flowers, but chose instead to smash down on the relative tenacity of the green loli and the cypress roll, and then briskly left Cong Gang's Ghost Hut.

He told Cong Gang, who was hiding from him, in such a simple and crude manner:

I've been here before, and I'm angry. You know the consequences!