Chapter 1383 Don’t Be Too Pretentious

The little guy had been crying in Hetun's arms for more than half an hour. No matter how Hetun comforted him, he refused to listen; he insisted on asking Hetun to grow his missing arm.

A seven-year-old child, more or less, has some childish innocence: he wants to use such a crying method to solve something that is obviously irreversible!

Some sadness needs to be vented. This is especially true for 7-year-old children.

The little guy rarely cries so unbridled; maybe he is really sad.

"Be good, Shi Fifteen. My adoptive father has lost that arm that is getting in the way, so he can still hold Shi Fifteen..."

Hetun has been holding the crying little guy tightly in his arms with his left hand and one arm, nuzzling him with his nose and nudging him with his forehead.

"Don't... don't... I want my adoptive father's arms to grow back!"

The little guy was lying on Hetun's right shoulder, holding his residual arm and crying loudly; perhaps he had been crying for a long time, and the little guy's voice was extremely hoarse.

Xueluo shed tears silently, trying to stop her son's endless willful crying; but her husband Feng Xinglang kept holding her wrist, preventing her from coming forward.

Xing Shishi and Xing Shiqi, who had already sent their luggage into the room, were just standing next to Hetun and Xiao Shiwu in silence.

They have little experience in the world, and are far less tactful than Xing Bali, and not as considerate as Xing Twelve.

They didn't know how to deal with such grief, so when they saw Feng Xinglang stopping Lin Xueluo, they followed suit and stayed silent.

"Hey, whose little kid is this crying all the time? It's so noisy that I can't even sleep!"

It was Xing Ba who spoke. Xing Ba was exhausted of his physical strength and voice.

Xing Ba's injury is not enough to move around like this; but if he doesn't come forward to smooth things over, the willful and stubborn little thing will probably be able to hang on his adoptive father He Tun's neck and cry for an entire hour.

The whole Paterburg was sad and miserable enough; but the little guy's crying was more like a needle piercing the heart, making Hetun and the adopted sons very uncomfortable. The pain was several times more painful than the injuries on their bodies.

"Smelly old bastard...how did you take care of my adoptive father? You gave my adoptive father's arm back!!"

The little guy stared at Xing Ba who walked out slowly with tearful eyes, choking and questioning.

"It's Brother Ba who has neglected his duty! Let Fifteenth Brother do whatever he wants!"

In order to comfort the crying little guy, Xing Ba took the responsibility on himself; in this way, the little guy would change his target and make trouble with himself.

The adoptive father Hetun lost an arm, and all the adopted sons felt very sad; each of them was willing to exchange his own arm for Hetun's arm, but the cruel reality could not be reversed according to their wishes.

In fact, Hetun lost his right arm, and Xing Twelve and Xing Ba were the saddest. Because they are closer to Hetun than other sworn brothers. The relationship with Hetun also deepened.

"Stinky old bastard! Give back my adoptive father's arm! Stinky old bastard!"

Just as Xing Ba expected, the little guy immediately changed the object of the fuss, struggled away from Hetun, and rushed towards Xing Ba with overwhelming anger...

No matter how strong the little guy was, he was only a 7-year-old child; but Xing Ba was staggered by the impact. If Xing Shiqi hadn't moved quickly enough, Xing Ba would have fallen to the ground after the meeting.

Only then did Feng Xinglang realize: Xing Baguo had really suffered serious internal injuries.

"Nono! Stop messing around! Your adoptive father's arms can't grow back!"

Feng Xinglang rushed forward and grabbed his son who was beating Xing Ba's chest with his fists; while Xing Shiqi kept protecting Xing Ba's chest with both hands; but Xing Ba, who was seriously injured, still had his words flowing from the corners of his mouth. A little bloodshot. That was the rising blood that was too late to swallow.

"No! No! My adoptive father's arm will definitely grow back!"

The little guy yelled back at his biological father Feng Xinglang willfully, "Bastard Feng Xinglang, is it because you hate my adoptive father that you don't want my adoptive father to grow his arms again, right?"

The little guy who is unwilling to accept this cruel fact has almost entered the state of obsession.

"Do you think they are your baby teeth?! If they fall out, can new ones grow back?"

Feng Xinglang scolded the naughty little guy, "The arm can't be regenerated! Once it's broken, it's broken, and it can never grow a new one!"

Feng Xinglang didn't want the little guy to remain immersed in his pitiful fantasies.

This is not a fairy tale!

If you use deception and concealment to maintain this fairy tale, it will only cause greater harm to the little guy!

The little guy was stunned. He raised his head and looked at his angry father Feng Xinglang, and suddenly felt that this father had become so strange.

"...Feng Xinglang! You are so annoying!"

The little guy yelled mischievously, "I hate you! I hate you! You just don't want my adoptive father to get better!"

"Nono, don't be like this...what your biological father said is the truth!"

Xueluo knelt down and hugged his yelling son in his arms, "Mommy's good boy, stop making trouble...please stop making trouble, okay? Your adoptive father has lost his arm, we are all very sad." …”

"No... my biological son doesn't want his adoptive father to lose his arms!" The little guy burst into tears again.

Xueluo hugged the little guy's tearful face and wiped it with her hands tenderly, "Does Nuonuo mean that you don't love your adoptive father anymore because he lost an arm? Right? Yes? Like this?"

"No...no! Fifteen will always love his adoptive father! Always!"

The little guy moved to Hetun's side and hugged Hetun's waist tightly with his arms, "Father, I will always love you in the fifteenth year!"

"Fifteen...you are cutting your adoptive father's heart!"

He Tun had never been so sad when he knew that his arm could not be used for work; but when he heard Xiao Shiwu say that he loved him over and over again, he burst into tears.

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The little guy didn't eat a single bite of the sumptuous dinner. Just Nuwai was in Hetun's arms, holding him tightly.

Xueluo didn't eat much, just sat silently; from time to time she would glance at Hetun's broken arm.

The doctor who came to give Hetun an infusion was waved away by him; he just hugged Xiao Shiwu tightly in his arms.

Not to mention her son Lin Nuo, even an adult like her couldn't accept the tragic experience of a generation of heroes in their later years.

Back then, Hetun was very powerful. But now, he has to face disability and pain.

I can’t age gracefully and calmly like a normal person!

Although Hetun didn't show too much sadness, Xueluo could see that Hetun would occasionally look lonely.

"Okay, Feng Linnuo! Have you had enough trouble?"

Feng Xinglang showed a good appetite, "Dad, I know your filial piety! But just say it, don't be too pretentious!"