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Chapter 601: The Last Trump card of Incitement (1)
As the door was closed, the entire basement was plunged into darkness once again.
This also covered Feng Xinglang's wet eyes.
A few seconds later, he heard a low choking sound coming from the iron fences.
For a long time, he was unable to calm down.
Linnuo sat on the side of the wall and did not take off his clothes to sleep. Instead, he stared at Xing Ba with his crystal clear eyes wide opened.
A five year old little brat like her was actually able to make Xing Ba feel weak.
Actually, Xing Ba's guilty conscience did not come from the little child in front of him, but from the backer of the little thing.
Xing Ba knew: Sometimes it is unprincipled for Hetun to spoil little fellows.
Like being punished in Xing Wu's cold winter to stay in ice water for a few hours … He might not die, but it was not a pleasant feeling!
And the reason they had suffered such a sin was only because the Xing Wu followed Hetun's instructions and wasn't willing to let the little guy go out and behave atrociously in the middle of the winter.
The little guy then found a very far-fetched excuse and taunted Xing Wu as he rolled around coquettishly, unwilling to let the Hetun punish him.
Not only was he wronged, he was also aggrieved.
"Fifteen, mother's embrace is the warmest, do not let yourself be wronged. "Eighth brother is used to sleeping alone, I'm afraid that I won't be able to serve you well."
Xing Ba was smarter than Xing Si and Xing Wu.
"The wound on Feng Xinglang's hand … "You did it?"
After brewing for a long time, the little fellow finally asked in a cold voice.
Sure enough, it was as Xing Ba expected. The little thing still cared about his father.
"That is my foster father's wish! You know, I can't make up my mind. But I already gave your mother's face, so I'm already very gentle! "
The little guy used the foster father Hetun to suppress his other sworn brothers; of course, Xing Ba could also use the Hetun to suppress the little thing.
"Well fought! "I will praise you in front of my foster father!"
The little guy suddenly changed the topic.
"..." Xing Ba was slightly startled: Could it be that this little thing, which was bigger, was playing with him too?
They were indeed Feng Xinglang's children, father and son's stomach full of evil schemes!
"Then eighth brother will thank fifteenth brother first!" If there's anything you need, just say it. "
Xing Ba said as he followed the little fellow's words. A tone of affectation.
However, he was feeling extremely bitter in his heart: Why did the job of guarding Feng Xinglang not go to Old Tweleve?
At least the Hetun had never punished Xing Shi'er for spoiling the little guy before.
Thus, he was still looking at people.
"Are you still going to teach Feng Xinglang a lesson tonight? Take me with you! I especially want to see this bastard Feng Xinglang getting beaten up. "
In truth, the little guy's cultivation was still shallow. He was completely unable to deal with the shrewd Xing Family's eighth elder. Therefore, the words he asked was somewhat childish, allowing Xing Ba to easily hear the inklings from his words.
"Oh, what a coincidence. Godfather told me that no one is allowed to go down to the basement at night. How about I go and consult with my foster father now? "
Xing Ba was cunning. He knew what the little fellow wanted to do. Thus, he gave Lil Thing some comfort.
"If it's too late, there's no need to ask the godfather. Let him rest well. "
Hearing that Xing Ba would not go to the basement again tonight, the little guy immediately jumped down from his slumber.
He was too lazy to sleep with Xing Ba, that stinky brat!
"Alright, alright. Brother Fifteen is still the filial son of my foster father."
Xing Ba immediately flattered her.
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The basement had been renovated, and the soundproofing was very effective. As long as the door to the passageway was closed, no sound could be heard.
Until now, Xueluo still did not know the true purpose of Feng Xinglang coming to this place to be a prisoner in the Hetun.
However, she was clearly aware that Feng Xinglang's' painstaking scheme 'had already affected her and her son Linnuo's hearts.
Did he just ignore it? Or to leak the news at Feng Family?
Thinking about it, Feng Xinglang should have his own arrangements. There was no need for an idiot with a low IQ like her to think up ideas for him!
In Feng Xinglang's eyes, wasn't he an idiot?
But it had already been two days, and no one had come to take Feng Xinglang away?
What was he trying to do? Do you really want to stay in the basement for the rest of your life?
What saying, 'I just want to get closer to them', of course Xueluo wouldn't believe it!
This Feng Xinglang wanted to force them to betray the Hetun, so they could think of a way to rescue him from the underground room?
If it was really like this, then he, Feng Xinglang, really had high standards for the mother and son duo's abilities and intelligence!
A light knock on the door interrupted Xueluo's distracting thoughts.
As she reached the door, she heard her son whisper, "Mommy, your own son."
The little guy was still very conscious about protecting Mommy.
Xueluo immediately opened the door and pulled his son in, and hugged him.
"Nuonuo, did you see your father?" Xueluo asked.
The little guy nodded, walked to the side in a muffled manner, and silently climbed up.
"What's wrong, Nuonuo, is your father being fierce towards you?" Xueluo asked again.
"Mommy, go to sleep. "Eight said he won't go to the basement tonight."
That is to say: the bastard's father will not be beaten again tonight.
It was as if the little guy understood that the reason Mommy told him to pester Xing Ba to sleep was because she was worried that Xing Ba would beat her father up again, Feng Xinglang.
After he finished speaking, the little guy didn't want to say anything more, so he went into the blanket and turned around gloomily.
Xueluo also could not bear to ask again. It seemed as if she was losing track of her son's thoughts.
When Linnuo seemed to have fallen asleep, when Xueluo was gently stroking his son's small face, she actually touched her son's moist tears.
Xueluo's heart stung.
It seemed that Feng Xinglang's' stratagem of suffering 'had played a role in his son's heart.
On the second day, when Xueluo, who had stayed up all night, woke up, his son was no longer by his side.
Worried that his son would accidentally anger the Hetun, Xueluo immediately stood up and went out to check.
At the dining table, the butler passed a pile of documents to Xing Shi'er. It seemed that Xing Shi'er was going out again today.
"Fifteen, are you tired of playing with remotely piloted planes? "Father bought you a private plane. Would you like to go to the airport with him?"
Hetun's rich and imposing manner really wasn't something that one could casually talk about.
"I'm not going anymore …" Mommy hired a home tutor, so we have to learn when we're fifteen. "
The little guy rejected Hetun's gift.
"Learning is good! Learn a little more, foster father's favorite line: 'Teach me to be unfaithful to the world, not to teach the world to be unfaithful to me'! "Remember to have your teacher teach you this. Otherwise, your foster father will kill him!"
The domineering aura of the Hetun, made people panic when they heard it. However, he did not insist that Little Fifteen leave with him to do some work.
Thus, the little fellow was able to stay behind. Of course he did not do it for the sake of studying, but to take care of Xing Ba who might go down to the basement and beat up his father.
When Xing Ba saw the little thing that he left behind, his entire self went bad.
For him, this day was probably torture and torture!