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Hetun found it hard to accept his own son Feng Xinglang\'s sudden change in attitude towards him.

An obvious sense of loss enveloped his aged face.

"Ah Lang, it\'s already so late and there\'s no flight back to Shen City. Where are you taking Fifteen? I\'ll let you go tomorrow morning. Ah Lang! "

Hetun wanted to catch up with Feng Xinglang and his son.

After receiving the order, Basong immediately slashed towards Xing Wu who was closest to Feng Xinglang and his son.

At that time, Basong could not help but act a little arrogantly.

It had to be known that this was the Pater Castle, the territory of his Hetun. To just single-handedly slash at people, he did not put her Hetun in his eyes at all.

In front of the Hetun, how could he allow Basong to be so impudent?

Speaking of blades, Xing Shi\'er\'s technique was definitely above Basong\'s; after separating Hetun from him, he immediately flew towards Basong! Boom! If the situation wasn\'t urgent, with Xing Shi\'er\'s skill, he could absolutely accompany Basong in playing with the "empty hand meet the white blade".

But after knowing that the foster father Hetun was heartless towards the crown prince and Little Fifteen, Xing Shi\'er immediately used her blade to slash at Basong\'s dagger-wielding hand …

Feng Xinglang had no choice but to carry his own son and walk away bravely. He was simply unable to help Basong who was fighting alone; Furthermore, Xing Shi\'er and the others had long not liked Basong\'s hostile actions. It was not easy to grab hold of this opportunity, how could they not teach him a lesson?

At that time, Feng Xinglang wanted to help Basong kill people. However, the little bastard in his embrace had bound his arms and legs.

Outside the door, the person in the Tang suit appeared out of nowhere again and blocked Feng Xinglang and his son\'s way.

"Prince Xing, let\'s eat dinner first. Fifteen should be hungry too. "

"Scram!" I have a gun, can\'t you feel it? "

Feng Xinglang moved the little thing in his bosom into his left arm and used his right hand to pull out his spear.

"Ah Lang, if you want to leave, I won\'t stop you! But since you\'re here, you should burn incense for your mother before you go! "

Hetun chased after him and sincerely used a \'delaying tactic\'.

The spear in Feng Xinglang\'s hand immediately changed its direction, aimed straight at the incoming Hetun.

"Stop!" You should believe that I will really shoot! "

No reason or excuse could stop Feng Xinglang\'s determination to bring his son away at this very moment.

Hetun did not avoid them. Instead, she stood still and stared deeply at her own flesh and blood that was only four meters away.

"Ah Lang, if shooting a shot at me can resolve the hatred in your heart, then you can go ahead!"

These words, were undoubtedly provoking Feng Xinglang\'s overzealous actions.

Seeing her father pointing a gun at her father and thinking that he might shoot at her at any moment, Lil Thing started to get anxious.

"Why are you guys fighting again? "So annoying!"

The little fellow leaned over, wanting to snatch the spear in his father\'s hand, Feng Xinglang\'s. However, the bastard\'s father\'s arm was too long, and he, who was tightly tied up by his waist, couldn\'t even reach it. Therefore, he could only shake and shove at his father\'s arm.

"Bam!" With a gunshot, Feng Xinglang opened fire.

Maybe because of his son Nuonuo\'s movement, Feng Xinglang\'s spear did not hit accurately!

Even if it was accurate, the bullet would not have landed on Hetun\'s body. At that time, it was obvious that with the three foster son s present, no matter which one, they would not truly cause Hetun to be attacked.

"Bastard Feng Xinglang, you really shot my foster father?"

Little friend Linnuo shouted in dissatisfaction, "You\'re so annoying! "My foster father only invited you to dinner and pick up your son. Why did you shoot my foster father?!"

After a slight pause, the little fellow started to struggle, "Feng Xinglang, if you continue acting like this, I won\'t go back with you!"

The little thing twisted its body, wanting to escape from Feng Xinglang\'s grasp. However, it was held back even tighter by its father, Feng Xinglang.

Basong was injured, and blood was flowing down his arm. It dripped all the way down.

"Don\'t stop me! The bullets are blind! "

Feng Xinglang\'s expression did not change just because of his son\'s words. He bit each word as he hissed deeply.

At this moment, it seemed to have become a deadlock.

Basong was trapped in the living room; any action taken by him could cost him his life, and Feng Xinglang and his son were trapped at the entrance of the living room. Because he held onto the little thing tightly, and transferred a lot of Feng Xinglang\'s energy, he was unable to use it.

"Ah Lang, I know you hate me, resent me … But your mother raised you, gave you life! You have traveled thousands of miles to come, yet you still offered her incense stick before leaving. Is it really that difficult? "

Hetun still did not give up on persuading his son Feng Xinglang to stay the night. Because tonight, Feng Xinglang was willing to stay, and between the father and son pair was the true meaning of breaking the ice.

"Daddy, you just stick incense on the pretty grandma in the dark room! Beautiful grandmother gave birth to you, it was very hard! We all want to love our own mommy! "

Obviously, someone had instilled the little thing\'s words of \'filial piety\'.

"Hetun, every word you say and say right now is deceiving yourself, humiliating yourself! I only have one father, and his name is Feng Yishan! "

Feng Xinglang\'s more ruthless and ruthless words came one after another, each sentence was like a sharp sword that pierced into the heart of the Hetun.

In other words, no matter how hard Hetun tried, she would only deceive herself and have no use for it.

Hetun\'s actions, on the other hand, were akin to a clown\'s, just playing for fun for herself.

Hetun staggered a bit, but Xing Shi\'er supported him from behind before she could stabilize herself.

"Ah Lang, you are right … I\'m not worthy to be your father. I am not worthy! I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry, I\'m sorry. I\'ve let down both of you … "

Hetun\'s eyes were filled with a murky liquid. Perhaps she really was old, but her entire person looked exceptionally miserable and tired.

"I don\'t have time to listen to your blabbering!" If you really want to repent, then go to hell and regret it with my mother! "

Feng Xinglang used his roar to stop the Hetun from continuing.

Because every confession that came from the Hetun, would cause Feng Xinglang to feel an invisible sense of oppression and suffocation.

He really couldn\'t listen any longer!

It had to be said that Cong Gang had always been able to grasp the timing with ease.

At the door of the living room, a shadow flashed past and pounced towards Feng Xinglang and his son.

A perfect ambush.

It\'s Cong Gang!

"Everyone stand there and don\'t move! This Crown Prince\'s life is more precious than yours! "

The gun in Cong Gang\'s hand was pointed at Feng Xinglang\'s temple ruthlessly, "Do you believe that if I kill him with one shot, you will all die with him!?"

As Cong Gang said these ruthless words, he dragged Feng Xinglang and his son away from the living room.

"Cong Gang, what are you doing?"

Hetun, who had just been in deep grief, immediately regained her fierceness.

"Can\'t you see? I was threatening you with your own son\'s life! "

Cong Gang brought Feng Xinglang and his son to a safer and more secluded stone pillar, "Hetun, let your foster son s not act rashly! This is my own son and my own grandson. If I let them take the risk with me, you will lose all of your descendants! "

"Cong Gang, what are you trying to do?"

"If you dare to hurt Ah Lang and Fifteen, I\'ll kill you without a burial ground!"

"How can you say I... "So scared!"

Cong Gang scoffed.

"Endure it!"

Cong Gang lowered his voice and whispered into Feng Xinglang\'s ears.

Just as Feng Xinglang was about to look at Cong Gang and signal him to head towards the SUV, Cong Gang\'s left hand suddenly flashed past his head, and a long gash filled with blood appeared.

The wound wasn\'t deep, and only the superficial surface of his skin was injured. However, blood was flowing from his forehead to his cheek, making him look quite sinister and terrifying.

The key thing was that it hurt the Hetun\'s heart!

Because Feng Xinglang was bleeding from his Hetun!

"Cong Gang, what the f * * k do you want to do?"

Hetun was furious.

Cong Gang didn\'t pay attention to the uncontrollable state of the Hetun as he once again lowered his voice and whispered into Feng Xinglang\'s ears.

"Give Nuonuo to me! I\'ll take him first! The car tire has been punctured by the Xing Wu, we cannot leave! "

It seems that Hetun has really gone to great lengths to keep her own son alive in Pater Castle City for one night.

He was actually going to use such a despicable method to stab a tire and vent his anger!

At that time, Feng Xinglang had already been infuriated to the point of wounding his forehead with some damned thing that Cong Gang had used to slip away. He wanted to go berserk, but in order to bring his son Feng Linnuo away, he had no choice but to endure the humiliation and cooperate with Cong Gang.

He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the stone field, because it was too dark to tell if the tire had already been pierced or not.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Feng Xinglang chose to believe in Cong Gang.

Actually, there was no need for Feng Xinglang to take such risks at that time, as long as he followed them from the Hetun, he would be able to safely take his son Feng Linnuo away from there. It was just a matter of time.

At most, he just listened to Hetun nagging a little more!

But Feng Xinglang chose to collude with Cong Gang to deal with Hetun, the biological father!

The accumulated resentment, could probably only be experienced by Feng Xinglang!

"Take good care of Nuonuo! He is my life, you know that! " Feng Xinglang lowered his voice.

"We shall meet at the same place! Waiting for you! "

Cong Gang then took Linnuo\'s little friend Linnuo who was in Feng Xinglang\'s arms and had been pained by him for a long time.

"Caterpillar? Is that you? "

At that time, Linnuo\'s little friend was already a little confused by the sudden change of events.

Who was the good guy and who was the bad guy? What on earth were they trying to do?

Why would a giant caterpillar point a gun at his father\'s head?

The key point was that his father was not angry. He seemed to be discussing something with the big caterpillar!

"Don\'t talk, the big caterpillar will take you away first!" Your father and the others will follow! "

Cong Gang held the little guy in his embrace in an even more comfortable manner.

The Hetun s were obviously not weak either. Although they could not hear what Cong Gang and Feng Xinglang were whispering to each other, they seemed to have sensed the feeling of having been cheated and used.

Old Nine Xing, who was already hidden in the darkness, flew towards Cong Gang like a black panther waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Cong Gang\'s reaction was even faster:

"Feng Xinglang, I\'ll give you another chance to shoot at Hetun! This time, we have to aim a bit, don\'t be cowardly again! "

He directly pushed Feng Xinglang towards the incoming Xing Old Nine …