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Chapter 634: Feng Xinglang's smile was stained with blood
Hetun's words were full of ridicule and ridicule.
"As long as I feel that it's worth it. It's worth it! "
Feng Xinglang faintly said those words from his mouth.
Indeed. Although the time he spent with his son Linnuo was very short, so short that it made one's heart ache … However, he truly felt the glory and gratification of being a father.
Although the little guy was still unwilling to call him daddy, Feng Xinglang felt that in the depths of his heart, the little guy had long since acknowledged him as his biological father.
This' prisoner 'mission was worth it.
Feng Xinglang also believed that his woman must be tired from her own safety.
The silly woman was always like this: she wouldn't say that she had always loved him, but deep down she couldn't let go of his inhumane and incompetent husband, or let him go.
Feng Xinglang's childhood was colorful because of his big brother Feng Lixin's care, and that woman called Lin Xueluo had given him a tenacious and persistent love. It wasn't fierce, but it was bone-piercing.
And there was also a good brother who was willing to risk his life for Feng Xinglang …
His life was worth it!
Isn't it?
"Can you make me die more clearly?"
Feng Xinglang stared at the Hetun who was standing in the light. Even until this moment, he still could not understand: What kind of deep hatred did the Hetun have for him to kill these two brothers so completely?
Feng Xinglang had suspected it before. But there was no chance to test it. Maybe he didn't want to test it out.
The deep hatred between him and the Hetun had already been forged into an insurmountable moat with his flesh and blood.
"I will let you die in peace!"
Hetun snorted, "Tenth brother, take him away!"
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This was an extremely luxurious dark room.
It was more like a sacrificial room.
All the decorations were basically carved out of rosewood. It was enough to see just how much Hetun liked purple sandalwood jewelry.
There's no power here. The only thing that could be used for lighting was the candles being lit by the Hetun.
The candle was red, not the white wax used for sacrifice.
It was not a joyous occasion. On the contrary, it was extremely strange.
As the number of red candles lit up increased, the sacrifice room also began to light up.
From the moment Feng Xinglang entered the room, his gaze had already locked on one direction. There was a figure standing there.
As the candle grew brighter, the outline of the human figure became clearer.
Finally, Feng Xinglang saw the face of the woman in human form: a dignified woman who was as beautiful as a mistress.
It gave people a feeling of pure beauty that was sacred and inviolable.
It was a lifelike figure made of wax.
After looking at the face of the wax statue, Feng Xinglang started to laugh.
At first, he laughed miserably; but slowly, Feng Xinglang's laughter became louder and louder, as though he was crazy and laughing out loud.
His breath could not connect smoothly, causing Feng Xinglang to be forced to cough violently! But as he coughed, he continued to laugh maniacally. He laughed to the point that his handsome face was twisted as if he had gone mad …
Hetun didn't understand why Feng Xinglang laughed so crazily, but he could tell that Feng Xinglang must have recognized his mother.
"You aren't kneeling even after seeing your mother?"
Hetun was not happy. It could be said to be very heavy. Feng Xinglang, on the other hand, continued to laugh, which made him even more mad.
His soul seemed to have marched through the gates of hell.
Slowly, Feng Xinglang restrained his mad laughter. He slowly bit out three words from between his teeth:
"She's not worthy!"
Was this hatred due to him hating his own mother?
But as a son, no matter how wrong his mother was, she shouldn't have such a hateful appearance!
"What an unfilial son!"
Hetun stared coldly at Feng Xinglang. He then turned around and gently stroked the wax statue's face with his index finger.
He cherished her as if she was his most precious treasure!
"You dog!" Don't touch her! "
Feng Xinglang let out a crazed roar, wishing that he could cut off Hetun's hand that was touching the wax statue.
Hetun's movements suddenly stopped. When he looked back at Feng Xinglang, it was already filled with haze.
The evil aura was building up bit by bit!
"Su He, don't be angry … I will educate this unfilial son of yours. "
"Scram!" Don't touch her! "
Feng Xinglang once again let out a thunderous roar. He struggled to break free from Xing X's restraints, using his handcuffed hands to grab a lit candle and throw it towards the lifelike wax statue.
Feng Xinglang would rather destroy his mother's wax statue than let the Hetun touch his mother.
Although Hetun was old, his movements were still steady and smooth. He grabbed the burning candle and extinguished the flame with his palm.
"How dare he disobey his own mother? What an unfilial son! "
Hetun let out a stern cry as he sent a strong kick horizontally across the sky; it ruthlessly kicked Feng Xinglang who was being confined by Xing Ye once again …
Feng Xinglang heavily smashed into the wall behind him. "Puchi", a mouthful of blood sprayed out from Feng Xinglang's mouth.
A little bit of blood splattered onto Hetun's resolute and ruthless face. Hetun wiped it away with the back of his hand in disgust.
"Su He, did you see that? This is the evil between you and Feng Yishan! It's as weak as a piece of trash! "
The face that was stained with Feng Xinglang's blood was even stranger and more sinister.
Fresh blood mixed with saliva continuously dripped down from Feng Xinglang's mouth.
But he was still smiling. It was a creepy smile.
"Su He, you must be very fond of your son, right? He was already bleeding … They were all about to die … Don't you feel sorry for me? "
Hetun talked to himself as if he was possessed by a devil.
"Ah He, when you were on the verge of living a carefree life with Feng Yishan, have you ever thought that one day, one of your evildoers would end up like today? Your own flesh and blood must pay a debt of blood for you dog men and dog women? "
The more Hetun spoke, the angrier he got, and his well-built body trembled uncontrollably.
"I will turn your son into a dried corpse and forever kneel before you. I will let you watch your son's dried corpse every day to repent in my place!"
Hetun seemed to want to vent out all the anger that had accumulated for decades.
"Tenth, make him kneel!"
After calming down a bit, Hetun's bone-piercing cold voice came again.
Feng Xinglang's previous internal injuries had not completely healed, and after being kicked so hard by Hetun in front of the Huns, Feng Xinglang's breathing at this moment, was filled with a heart-wrenching pain.
However, he still stood up straight. He was unwilling to kneel to Hetun, and he was also unwilling to kneel to his own mother.
Xing Ye mercilessly kicked at the corner of Feng Xinglang's knees. Every kick caused Feng Xinglang's body to sway, but Feng Xinglang maintained his upright posture and started to counterattack.
The result of this counterattack was that he would be severely beaten again and again by Hetun and Xing X.
The moment he was forced to kneel in front of the wax statue, Feng Xinglang's smile was filled with blood …