Chapter 33 Let Him Stink to Death!

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Wipe you big head ghost! Xueluo, who was still in shock, had already escaped from the room and ran downstairs.

But when Xueluo ran downstairs to the living room, she seemed to have remembered Dr. Xing's words: Feng Xinglang's injured left shoulder should not touch water for at least two days.

Why don't you give him a bath yourself! Let him stink to death!

Dr. Jin has already rushed back to Feng's house and brought two experts from the burn department for consultation. They are all close friends of Dr. Jin, and they are trustworthy.

Seeing Xueluo running downstairs in a panic, Nanny An hurriedly stepped forward to greet her, "Madam, what's wrong with you? Are you frightened? Or, I'll make you a bowl of calming soup."

"No, no need. I, I'm fine. By the way, Nanny An, how is Lixin? I just saw Dr. Jin bring two experts in for consultation." Xueluo asked.

"Oh," Nanny An sighed, "If you don't have a heart to survive, what's the use of having so many experts?"

Lost a heart to survive? Xueluo was really startled, and asked suddenly, "Aunt An, is Lixin because of that Lan Youyou?"

Nanny An just sighed, but did not answer Xueluo's question directly. It's just a vague feeling: Feng Lixin's condition has suddenly become so serious, it's really inconceivable. One must know that Feng Lixin actually had... that kind of reaction that night! How can it be said that it is so serious?

Who is that Lan Youyou? How could there be such a big magical power? How embarrassing is this for her wife!

With a slight sigh, Xueluo couldn't help thinking of Feng Xinglang again. If you don't go to bathe that man yourself, you can ask the Mo family to go. I heard Nanny An say that the man still has a little cleanliness, how uncomfortable it would be if he didn't take a bath for two days! If he couldn't stand being dirty and washed it off, in case the wound cracked and became inflamed again... then what does it matter to her, Lin Xueluo!

Xueluo really couldn't figure it out: Since Feng Xinglang cared so much about his elder brother, and the two brothers had such a deep relationship, why did he, Feng Xinglang, keep belittling her sister-in-law again and again? How twisted and perverted is his psychology!

It shouldn't be! If he really wanted a woman, there were plenty of women out there! He, Feng Xinglang, doesn't need to show off his aura of a prominent financial predator, just with his handsome good looks and his status as the second young master of the Feng family, he can choose from any fat, swallow, and thin rich lady! The three daughters of the Xia family are his good suitors!

Just when Xueluo's heart was in turmoil, she saw Feng Xinglang coming downstairs in formal attire.

It has to be said that Feng Xinglang is indeed a handsome man, his handsomeness is tainted with an aggressive and wild handsomeness. The well-made black casual clothes outlined his almost perfect and proud physique. The heroic spirit between his brows made his aura even stronger.

Xueluo originally wanted to go forward and ask Feng Xinglang where he was going so late. But in the end he hesitated to speak. If caring about his fate means being treated lightly, Xueluo would rather choose to stand on the sidelines indifferently.

"I've already sent someone to guard outside the villa. You can feel at ease at home." After leaving these words, Feng Xinglang walked away.

Is this comforting her? Watching the back of the man leaving tall and straight, Xueluo's heart was filled with mixed feelings. Is he angry at the man's frivolity to her just now? Or are you worried that he will go out so late after being injured?

This heart is really chaotic! No matter how difficult it is to calm down in this chaos! Xueluo felt that she could hardly control the inexplicable throbbing in her heart.

***

In the outer suburbs, a viewing platform facing the sea.

Waves rushed to the shore one after another, crashing against the rock barrier, roaring like a galloping horse, and splashing snow-white foam, which was extremely majestic and majestic.

Four muscular men in black stood upright on the observation deck, and they forced a man with a green dragon tattooed on his neck to retreat all the way towards the iron railing of the observation deck.

Clanking... It was the sound made by the tip of the machete rubbing against the stone, splashing dazzling sparks, with a gloomy visual effect, like a curse from hell.

"Brother Lang, before Lan Youyou got into a car accident, she was with this kid." Four handsome men in black made way for Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang had a thousand-year-old face like ice, and his eyes were engulfed by hatred, full of burning flames of anger.

The young man with the green dragon tattoo seemed to be frightened by the machete in Feng Xinglang's hand, he stumbled back. Backed all the way to the guardrail of the viewing platform. Further back, there are roaring sea water and strange rocks standing upright.

If you fall from here, you will not die or be disabled.

"How did Lan Youyou die?" Feng Xinglang's voice was low and gloomy. Like hell satan.

"I don't know...I really don't know." The young man with the dragon tattoo replied pretending to be calm.

"Then I can only help you remember!" With a stabbing sound, the clothes on Qinglong Tattoo's chest were all picked up by the knife point. The slightly thin ribs, with the rapid breathing, the outline flickers.

"Feng Xinglang...What do you want to do...I only know that Lan Youyou was hit to death by a car...I really don't know anything else!"

He moved his body back in panic, and curled up his right leg to give Feng Xinglang a fatal kick. But he really overestimated himself, but underestimated Feng Xinglang. Before his right leg kicked out, Feng Xinglang threw a punch and hit him hard on the chin with a right uppercut. Blood vomited from his mouth.

"Hiss..." That was the sound of a knife cutting through skin and flesh, and it was so terrifying that it made people shudder. Since the cut was only the superficial skin, there was not much bleeding.

"Ah!" The tattooed man saw with his own eyes that the palm-sized skin and flesh on his abdomen had been cut open by the tip of the knife. The piercing screams were dispersed by the roaring waves. Not just the pain, but the horrifying horror.

"Feng Xinglang, stop...stop! I said...I said..."

Only when people are actually facing death can they truly experience the terrifying fear.

"Lan Youyou didn't die...she...she just pretended to be dead...she didn't die!" The tattooed man almost collapsed from fright.

It's really exciting news.

***

When Feng Xinglang returned to Feng's house, Xueluo and Butler Mo had just sent away the two burn specialists that Dr. Jin had invited back.

"Second Young Master, are you hungry? I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you." Nanny An always cared so much for Feng Xinglang, she seemed closer than her own son.

Seeing that Feng Xinglang had returned safely, Xueluo didn't want to hang around in front of him any longer, so she chose to be a transparent person and walked quietly towards the guest room downstairs. Keep the uncle's and sister-in-law's distance with him.

But Nanny An's exclamation forced her to stop.

"Ah, Second Young Master, you're bleeding again! Did the wound open again?" Nanny An's eyes were flushed with distress.

Xueluo was shocked to find that the white shirt on Feng Xinglang's left shoulder was once again stained red with blood. Why does this man not cherish his own body so much? Xueluo's heart ached inexplicably.

"I'm fine!" Feng Xinglang said calmly, looked at the sad Xueluo, and said in a warm voice: "Xueluo, go upstairs and give me a bath!"