Chapter 634 Feng Xinglang's Smile Was Stained with Blood

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Hetun's words were full of sarcasm and ridicule.

"As long as I think it's worth it...it's worth it!"

Feng Xinglang faintly spilled these words from between his teeth.

indeed so. Although the time he spent with his son Lin Nuo was very short, it was so short that it made people feel sad. But he truly experienced the glory and gratification of being a father.

Although the little guy is not willing to call himself father yet, Feng Xinglang feels that: deep down in his heart, the little guy has already recognized him as his real father.

This trip to the 'Prisoner' was worth it.

Feng Xinglang also believed that his woman must be exhausted for her own safety.

That silly woman is always like this: she refuses to say that she has always loved her deeply, but deep down she can't let go of her inhuman and incompetent husband, or let go.

Feng Xinglang's childhood was colorful because of the love of his elder brother Feng Lixin; and that woman named Lin Xueluo brought him a tough and persistent love. Not vigorous, but lingering to the bone.

There is also a good brother who is willing to go through life and death for him, Feng Xinglang...

This life is worth it!

Is not it?

"Can you make me die more clearly?"

Feng Xinglang stared at Hetun standing against the backlight. Until this moment, he still didn't understand: what kind of deep hatred made Hetun want to kill the two brothers.

Feng Xinglang had doubts. But no chance to verify. Perhaps somewhere in the dark, he didn't want to verify it either.

The deep hatred has forged an insurmountable gully between him and Hetun with flesh and blood.

"It will make you die in peace!"

Hetun snorted coldly, "Old Ten, take him away!"

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This is a dark room decorated extremely luxuriously.

More like a sacrificial house.

Almost all the furnishings are carved from rosewood. It is enough to see how much Hetun prefers rosewood ornaments.

There is no power here. The only thing that can be used for lighting is the candle that is being lit in Hetun.

The candles are red, not white wax used for sacrifices.

Not festive, but extremely weird.

As more and more red candles were lit in Hetun, the sacrificial room gradually became brighter.

Feng Xinglang's gaze, from the moment he entered the room, was fixed in one direction. There was a human silhouette standing there.

As his red candle became brighter and brighter, the outline of that human figure gradually became clearer.

Finally, Feng Xinglang saw clearly the face of that humanoid silhouette: a dignified woman as beautiful as a lady.

It gives people a sense of pure and quiet beauty that is sacred and inviolable.

It was a lifelike wax figure.

After seeing the face of this wax figure clearly, Feng Xinglang started to laugh.

At first, he laughed sadly; slowly, Feng Xinglang's laughter became louder and louder, laughing as if he was nervous.

Feng Xinglang couldn't catch his breath smoothly, so Feng Xinglang was forced to cough violently! But while he was coughing sharply, he was still laughing wildly, his handsome face was distorted, like crazy...

Hetun didn't understand why Feng Xinglang laughed so crazily, but he could tell: Feng Xinglang should have recognized his mother.

"You didn't kneel down when you saw your mother?"

Hetun was not in a happy mood. It can be said to be heavy. And Feng Xinglang kept laughing, which made him even more annoyed.

The soul seemed to parade through the gate of hell.

Slowly, Feng Xinglang restrained his almost crazy laughter. Slowly bit out three words from between the teeth:

"She doesn't deserve it!"

Is this gnashing of teeth stemming from hatred for his own mother?

But as a son, no matter how wrong his mother is, she shouldn't show such hatred!

"What an unfilial son!"

Hetun stared at Feng Xinglang coldly. Turning around again, he gently stroked the face of the wax figure with his index finger.

Cherish love like the favorite treasure in this life!

"Dog thing! Don't touch her!"

Feng Xinglang roared madly, wishing he could chop off Hetun's hand that touched the wax figure.

Hetun's movements paused, and when he looked back at Feng Xinglang, there was already a haze.

Hostility is accumulating little by little!

"Su He, don't be angry... I will educate this unfilial son for you."

"Go away! Don't touch her!"

Feng Xinglang let out another thunderous roar. He struggled vigorously to break free from Xing Shi's shackles, took a lighted candle nearby with his handcuffed hands, and threw it towards the lifelike wax figure.

Feng Xinglang would rather destroy his mother's wax figure than Hetun to touch his mother.

Although Hetun was old, his movements were still steady and smooth; he grabbed the burning candle and directly squeezed out the flame with his palm.

"How dare you disobey your mother? What an unfilial son!"

Hetun sternly reprimanded, and kicked across the air with his strong legs; he kicked fiercely on the chest of Feng Xinglang, who was imprisoned by Xing Shi again...

Feng Xinglang slammed into the wall behind him heavily, and with a "poof", a mouthful of blood spattered out of Feng Xinglang's mouth.

A little blood splashed on Hetun's resolute and sinister cheeks, and he wiped it with the back of his hand in disgust.

"Su He, have you seen it? This is the kind of evil that you and Feng Yishan had! You are vulnerable like a trash!"

The face stained with Feng Xinglang's blood was even more weird and ferocious.

Blood mixed with saliva kept dripping from Feng Xinglang's mouth.

But he was still laughing. Creepy laugh.

"Su He, you must love your son very much, right? He's bleeding...he's about to die...don't you feel bad?"

Facing the wax figure, Hetun was talking to himself like a madman.

"Ahe, when you were living happily with Feng Yishan, did you ever think that one day: your evil one will end up today? Your own flesh and blood will pay for you, a dog man and a dog woman. A blood debt owed?"

The more Hetun spoke, the angrier he became, his muscular figure trembled and trembled.

"I want to make your son into a mummy and kneel in front of you forever, let you look at your son's mummy every day, and confess to me instead of you!"

Hetun seemed to want to vent out the anger accumulated for decades.

"Old Ten, let him kneel down!"

After calming down a bit, Hetun Xuanhan's piercing voice came again.

Feng Xinglang's previous internal injuries hadn't completely healed, and he was kicked by Hetun unexpectedly and viciously, Feng Xinglang's breathing at this moment was tinged with pain.

But he still stood upright. He refused to kneel down to Hetun, nor to his mother.

Xing Shi kicked Feng Xinglang's knee hard. Every time he kicked, Feng Xinglang's body shook, but Feng Xinglang still straightened his body and started to fight back.

And the consequence of the counterattack is: Hetun and Xing Shi were beaten violently again.

At the moment when he was forced to kneel to the wax figure, Feng Xinglang's smile was stained with blood...