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Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the little fellow turned around and looked straight at Feng Xinglang.

His small eyes were filled with grief.

There was also a clear sense of anger.

With the foster father Hetun as his strong shield, Linnuo\'s little friend\'s confidence seemed to have been boosted a little.

"Feng Xinglang, I hate you!"

The little fellow called his name with hostility.

This was the beginning of the reunion between father and son.

Linnuo nestled in the foster father Hetun\'s embrace with a haughty little expression full of contempt for Feng Xinglang. It was a bit of a bluff.

However, deep within Lil Thing\'s eyes, it wasn\'t hard to see a hint of grief. With a little resentment.

"..." Feng Xinglang frowned: Why is this naughty child the same as this old poisonous fish? How undisciplined!

"Hehe, little lid, could it be that your foster father didn\'t teach you to be polite when you meet your elders?"

Seeing that the little guy was rude towards Feng Xinglang, Ye Xiaonian continued.

When he tried to touch the little thing\'s head, before he could even touch Linnuo\'s head, he was stopped by Xing Shi\'er who was behind Hetun.

Xing Shi\'er was a young, fair and skinny, twenty-something year old boy. However, Ye Xiaonian did not expect him to have such a frightening grip on his body.

Not only was it painful, but there was also a feeling of severe numbness that had been strangled to the nervous system.

"Sorry, my fifteenth brother doesn\'t like people touching him!"

Xing Shi\'er\'s voice was light. It was so faint that it gave people a creepy feeling. It was like being able to march into the bone marrow.

Being told that he hated Feng Xinglang by name by a little kid, Feng Xinglang\'s handsome face did not have much of an expression.

He stared at the little guy and smiled faintly. "Oh, is that so? "I\'m not surprised, because your foster father hates me too!"

"I hate you. It has nothing to do with my foster father! It\'s a personal grudge between you and me! "

The little guy refuted. When she glared at Feng Xinglang again, her spirited eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Personal grudges?

Where did this grudge come from, a little thing that\'s only about five years old?

Looking at the little fellow\'s small and stubborn expression, Feng Xinglang slightly raised his brows.

He felt that every time he looked at this little thing, the hostility in his body would settle down. He was actually in a good mood, and could not vent any of his anger.

Therefore, Feng Xinglang smiled and asked gently:

"I\'d really like to hear what kind of personal grudge we have."

The little guy wiggled his chubby lips a few times. When he wanted to say something, he remembered Mimi Xueluo\'s reminder and hesitated.

"I\'m too lazy to tell you!"

It was the arrogant expression of someone who didn\'t like others. That disdainful look made people want to punch him.

"Father, let\'s go." This person has made Fifteen\'s mood extremely bad! "

The little guy turned his head away, no longer taking another look at Feng Xinglang.

"Hahaha, alright, foster father will take you away right now. Stay away from this person who my family hates so much! "

Hetun hugged the little fellow and left after a peck on its fat little face. He walked away straightforwardly without even exchanging pleasantries.

"What kind of naughty child is this? There\'s no home tutor at all! "

Watching Xing Shiwu being carried away by the Hetun, Ye Xiaonian swatted away his arm that was numb to the pain from Xing Shi\'er\'s pinching, and snorted coldly.

But Feng Xinglang\'s gaze continued to chase after Linnuo\'s tiny figure.

It was obviously just a little boy that he had never met before, but Feng Xinglang\'s heart was inexplicably shocked, even his soul was trembling slightly! He seemed to have a strange feeling of déjà vu with this young boy.

But Feng Xinglang was sure that it was only his first time meeting this little boy called Fifteen.

However, he inexplicably felt as if he had known this child for many years!

His heart thumped for a long time, causing Feng Xinglang to be unable to calm down.

"It\'s strange for a child raised by the Hetun to have a home tutor! It\'s a pity that a little thing that\'s only a few years old has already become a tool used by the Hetun! "

Yan Bang sighed, "Lang, I think Hetun wants to fight you for a long time! His foster son is a descendant! The young boy behind him was probably only in his twenties. And this little one in his arms … This Hetun is really competing with you! "

Seeing Feng Xinglang staring at the direction of the Hetun in silence, Yan Bang asked again: Lang, what kind of deep grudge do you have with the Hetun?

"I guess it\'s because I\'m too handsome. This old poisonous fish is jealous and envious of me!"

Feng Xinglang sneered.

Actually, the question that Yan Bang had asked was also a question that had always troubled Feng Xinglang. Of course he wouldn\'t believe that the Hetun started to kill the two of them only because his face didn\'t suit his eyes.

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The washroom.

The man in the mirror had a upright posture and a handsome face.

Feng Xinglang was indeed a handsome man!

He let the cold water flow between his fingers.

But in his mind, he could not help but think of the little boy in Hetun\'s arms: That stubborn little face, why does it look so familiar?

With a click, Feng Xinglang heard the sound of someone locking the bathroom door.

"Feng Xinglang!"

Then, a childish voice called out.

Looking back, Feng Xinglang saw the little guy who had his hands behind his back.

The little guy\'s appearance was still very likeable: a dumb and adorable looking young man with a pot in his hair, a soft and soft baby face, clear flashing black and white eyes, clear and lively eyes; the corners of his mouth curled up lazily, arrogant and stubborn …

When their four eyes met, Feng Xinglang could not help but reveal a warm and friendly smile.

Even though Feng Xinglang knew that this little thing was Hetun, he actually couldn\'t hate this little fellow. Not to mention a little milk baby.

"What are you doing …" You want to talk to me alone? "

Glancing at the door that was locked by the little guy, Feng Xinglang said leisurely.

"Feng Xinglang, you\'re too annoying! "He actually bullied a girl!"

Linnuo said indignantly.

Bullying a girl? Where did this come from?

"Could we talk about something more moderate and positive? For example: the pillar that saved Earth, or Ultraman who defeated monsters time and time again? "

Feng Xinglang seemed to not like this little thing when it was talking to him.

"Then I\'ll kill you on behalf of Earth!"

The little guy was filled with righteous indignation, but he also took out a crossbow from behind him. He aimed at Feng Xinglang and shot at him.

To be honest, Feng Xinglang really never thought that this little fellow\'s attack power would be so strong!

To a greater or lesser degree, this still caused Feng Xinglang to feel an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

The little guy\'s movements and posture were very standard. One look was all it took to tell him that he had trained since he was young.

Sure enough, this little thing was nurtured by the Hetun and used as a tool to deal with him, Feng Xinglang!

With Feng Xinglang\'s agility, he could dodge the arrows shot at him by\'s little friend. For some reason, or perhaps he was just distracted, the arrow still hit Feng Xinglang\'s shoulder.

A few seconds later, the smoke grey suit on Feng Xinglang\'s left shoulder was dyed red with blood.

It was a crossbow that could fire three arrows in a row …