Chapter 398 That Wasn't a Fault...hellip;…

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What kind of feelings between the two brothers, only they themselves know.

It's something that's ingrained in your bones!

At this moment, Feng Lixin's bitter cry proved: he understood what Feng Xinglang did!

It was as if in the sea of ​​flames in that underground warehouse, without even thinking about it, he left the hope of life to Feng Xinglang!

"You live, I live!"

Feng Xinglang kissed Feng Lixin on the forehead.

This sentence, Feng Lixin couldn't be more clear. Because that was half a year ago, he told Feng Xinglang in the underground warehouse.

When he said this at the time, he didn't ask for anything in return.

But today, at this moment, Feng Xinglang still repaid him in such a way!

Feng Lixin didn't know how to reject Feng Xinglang, so he kept choking up and crying.

It is said that a man's tears are the most precious, but at this moment Feng Lixin couldn't stop crying bitterly.

He wasn't trying to persuade Feng Xinglang, because he didn't know where to start.

Feng Xinglang turned around and faced Hetun again, his sharp eyes became calm.

"Hetun, if you're a fucking man, don't shoot at a weak woman who has no strength to restrain her!

If you have one, then..."

A 'bang' shot interrupted Feng Xinglang's provocative and arrogant words.

Xueluo closed her eyes tightly, and was protecting her stomach with both hands; before she could comprehend the intention of Feng Xinglang's provocative words, a gunshot sounded in her ears.

Conducting in the huge cabin, very harsh!

Xueluo couldn't even breathe!

She thought that the gun in Hetun's hand hit her body, but after she got over the shock of fear, she found that there was no trace of being shot on her body.

There is no pain. The little girl in my stomach is still there!

Didn't the bullet hit yourself? But she clearly heard the sound of the bullet hitting the target.

If she wasn't shot, who was?

Xueluo quickly turned around to check.

With just one glance, Xueluo burst into tears.

The bullet hit the leg of Feng Xinglang's right leg. Blood is continuously overflowing from that blood hole.

Feng Xinglang's body staggered for several steps, until it reached the wheelchair behind him, he stabilized his body so as not to fall down.

Hetun said: He will make Feng Xinglang pay for his arrogance and arrogance in every sentence!

Now, this bullet is Feng Xinglang's payment for the sentence he just said, "If you're a fucking man, don't shoot at a weak woman who has no strength to restrain a chicken"!

Hetun wanted to use this gun to make Feng Xinglang kneel down for him. To dispel his youthful arrogance.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xinglang staggered for several steps, and finally stabilized his body. He stared at Hetun more firmly and calmly.

In those eyes, there is not only an invincible thought, but also a ruthless aura that wants to eat him alive.

"Xinglang..."

Xueluo choked up her voice. It seemed that she just realized that Feng Xinglang's provocative words against Hetun just now were intended to provoke Hetun to turn his gun and shoot himself.

"Listen to your woman's cry, how miserable it is!"

Hetun snorted contemptuously.

Xueluo quickly stopped crying and wiped the tears off her face.

This is Feng Xinglang's woman like him!

"Hetun, are you old? You don't even have the strength to fire a second shot?"

Feng Xinglang was laughing. in a sarcastic manner.

He is provoking Hetun. Cause him to continue shooting at himself.

Undoubtedly, Feng Xinglang was delaying time. He wanted to buy more time for Cong Gang and Lao Chu's soldiers.

When he kissed his elder brother Feng Lixin's forehead just now, he already felt the tracker in his biceps activated.

A slight itch arose from the small vibration, as if Cong Gang was telling Feng Xinglang:

He already knew his location and was coming here.

It's another aggressive and arrogant stimulus.

Feng Xinglang's right leg, which was shot, had already started to tremble unsteadily; he shifted his body's center of gravity almost onto his left leg to reduce the weight on his injured right leg.

But Hetun's gun turned towards Lin Xueluo, aiming directly at her slightly protruding abdomen.

There is a little life that is only four months old!

This time, Xueluo didn't turn around; but she still used her hands to protect her stomach.

She wants her children to know: Mother is reluctant to bear it! So mom used her hands to protect it in front of it!

But my child, you are also Feng Xinglang's child. Your father was able to face the ferocity of the devil, and you should be able to, too!

Xueluo opened his eyes, just looking at Hetun. Confronted with his almost inhuman cruelty.

Hetun sits facing east and west; while Xueluo Station faces south.

From this angle, Hetun's profile can just be seen.

Actually, Xueluo didn't think of anything when he was staring at Hetun's side face.

What reminded Xueluo was when she looked at the line at the end of Hetun's eyes that looked like crow's feet from a distance, but when she looked closely, she realized that it was a long and thin scar.

Xueluo studied visual media, so she remembered it very clearly.

That was a flop!

What she thought was a failure!

At this moment, although Xueluo was terrified facing death, she was calm. Because Feng Xinglang was by her side.

Maybe Feng Xinglang didn't want to see their mother and son, but that didn't stop her from still admiring the man in front of her who was willing to sacrifice everything for his elder brother. At least he is a good brother who values ​​love and righteousness!

By the way, Xueluo remembered...

that painting!

Feng Xinglang's mother's relic.

That half-painted painting...that flop at the end of the eye!

Xueluo always thought that it was because Feng Xinglang's mother didn't finish the painting, or it was because of a wrong drawing.

But looking at it now, it wasn't Feng Xinglang's mother's faulty strokes at the end of the man's eyes in the painting, but that faulty strokes was originally a scar.

So when Xueluo saw the painting for the first time, she was really puzzled: the man in the painting is obviously a young man, how could there be such a deep and long wrinkle?

It turned out that it was not a wrinkle or a flaw, but a scar!

Xueluo suddenly thought: Could the painting Feng Xinglang's mother drew be Hetun?

The man on the drawing paper has a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon...

And at this moment in Hetun... there is exactly that!

And Xueluo looked more and more like...

With a "bang", there was another unsuspecting gunshot.

Xueluo was shocked, her mind went blank.

This time, the bullet still didn't land on her body. Her whole body is still intact.

When she fixed her eyes, Xueluo discovered in astonishment that Hetun's gun was aimed at Feng Xinglang again!

The bullet hit Feng Xinglang's left half of the chamber, which was where the heart was.

Seeing that the shirt on Feng Xinglang's left chest was stained red with blood, Xueluo cried out in pain:

"Feng Xinglang..."