Chapter 635 No Matter How Bastard He Is, He Is Also My Own Father!

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Hetun, who walked out of the sacrificial room, staggered terribly.

It seemed that an invisible hand was tightly pinching his neck, making him breathless.

Let him suffocate depression!

Hetun didn't know why he had such a strange feeling: it seemed that the person who was punished just now was not that woman and Feng Yishan's evil seed, but Hetun himself.

The grievance that has been suppressed for so many years should be relieved and happy at this moment, but Hetun felt that his mood was even heavier. What happened to me?

Hetun instinctively wanted to reach out and grab something to stabilize his body. But there was a stagger under his feet, and he suddenly fell to the side.

"Father..."

Xing Twelve came forward quickly, and picked up the crumbling Hetun with both arms, "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Xing Twelve clearly felt the body of foster father Hetun trembling. And Hetun's palm was already wet with sweat.

Hetun stabilized his posture and waved his hand towards Xing Shier.

"I'm fine... Where's Fifteen?"

Hetun urgently needs someone who can soothe his trembling soul.

"Lao Ba is with him!"

Xing Shier found out more and more: the elderly adoptive father Hetun couldn't do without Xiao Shiwu more and more.

Xing Shi was left to guard Feng Xinglang and the sacrificial room; while Xing Twelve helped Hetun to Xiao Shiwu's children's room.

In front of the door of the children's room, Hetun pushed Xing Twelve away who was supporting him, and after adjusting his breathing a little, Hetun pushed the door open and entered.

These days, Xing Ba can have the opportunity to spend time alone with Xiao Shiwu. In just a few days, it seems that all kinds of brotherhood are deep.

The moment Hetun opened the door, Xing Ba immediately jumped up from the child's lap. He knew that foster father Hetun didn't like others getting too close to his favorite little Shiwu.

"Fifteen...fifteen?"

Hetun lowered his voice and called twice, but he didn't get any response from the little guy and didn't get annoyed. Instead, he leaned over and gently pecked the little guy on the cheek.

"You little thing, why do you sleep like a little piggy?"

While talking, Hetun kicked off the military leather boots on his feet and moved on to the door. The children's bed is not big, and Hetun can only lie on his side. But it looked like he was determined to sleep with the little guy in the children's room tonight.

Xing Bagang wanted to say something, but was dragged out of the children's room by Xing Shier.

"Old Twelve, what's wrong with foster father?" Xing Ba felt that foster father Hetun tonight was extremely weird.

"I don't know! Let Shiwu stay with foster father tonight." Xing Twelve was also preoccupied.

"Has Feng Xinglang been dealt with by his adoptive father?" Xing Ba asked again.

"Not yet... But Feng Xinglang was seriously injured, whether he can survive tonight depends on his own good luck."

Xing Twelve was guarding the door of the sacrificial room at that time. He is not participating. But he knew everything that happened inside.

"Fifteen... seems to know that his father is in Fort Peter." Xing Ba reminded Xing Twelve ambiguously.

"Well... that's why the adoptive father asked us to make another arrangement: to make Fifteen think that his own father was rescued from Pete Fort. As long as Feng Xinglang dies outside Pete Fort, we can get rid of the responsibility !"

Xing Ba was silent for a while, and then sighed: "For the sake of Fifteen, the adoptive father really worked so hard!"

After a slight pause, Xing Ba added: "But I think: Even if Feng Xinglang died outside Fort Petter, Fifteen would still quarrel with his adoptive father."

"Since you know the seriousness of the situation, why did you let Shiwu see Feng Xinglang?"

Xing Twelve asked back.

"Yes... Shiwu found out his own father." Xing Ba was a little evasive.

"Have you ever been a good person in front of Fifteen... You have a clear mind!"

Xing Twelve left behind these words, and left in a flash.

Xing Ba was silent on the spot, thinking about something for a long time.

*****

When Fifteen woke up, the sun was already shining brightly outside. Over Fort Petter, the sky was clear.

The little guy was held in an arms, not comfortable.

Lifting up to look around, he saw his adoptive father, Hetun, hugging him in the circle.

Hetun's robust body can only be turned sideways, with most of his back exposed; but he wraps the little guy in his arms tightly.

"Father?" The little guy murmured, with the laziness of just waking up.

"Yeah." Hetun tightened his arms instinctively, "Woke up so early? Let's sleep a little longer."

The little guy pursed his lips, as if he hesitated to speak, but he seemed to muster up his courage.

"Father, can you let that bastard Feng Xinglang go? Drive him out of Pete Fort... Then Fifteen will stay in Pete Fort forever, by the side of foster father."

There was an inexplicable sense of sadness in the little guy's tone. For the sake of his father, Feng Xinglang, he could even lose the freedom he had always wanted.

"Feng Xinglang has treated you mother and son so cruelly, why do you still forgive him? Just because he is your own father?"

Hetun neither admitted nor denied that Feng Xinglang was in Fort Peter. Instead, he asked the little guy from another angle.

"Neither Mommy nor I forgave him! But Feng Xinglang is not the enemy of Shiwu and Mommy..."

"Then who is the enemy of you and your mommy? Could it be the foster father?"

Hetun angrily interrupted Xiao Shiwu's words.

The little guy tightly squeezed his little mouth and said nothing more. He just stared at Hetun pleadingly. Mommy said: When foster father is angry, you can't disobey him, you have to obey him. Otherwise, it will only attract more beatings.

The little guy was not afraid of being beaten by Hetun, but he was afraid that his adoptive father Hetun would turn his anger on his biological father Feng Xinglang because of this. Just like what Lao Ba said: the adoptive father in a rage will tear the bastard father into pieces.

After a lapse of one night, the hostility in Hetun seemed to gather again. Without the depression and suffocation of last night, he regained his fierce and brutal nature.

Hetun stared at Xiao Shiwu, and Xiao Shiwu also looked back at Hetun, one old and one young, seemed to be playing silently.

What made Hetun angry was not just Xiao Shiwu's words of intercession on behalf of his bastard father, but also the way he looked at Hetun at this moment.

It is no longer completely innocent, but a little more of his own thoughts.

Sisi's rebellion, and the vague meaning of anger and hatred.

How could the child raised by him single-handedly be hostile to Feng Xinglang, his adoptive father, for the sake of their common enemy Feng Xinglang?

"Old eight!"

Hetun roared loudly.

"Father!" Xing Ba, who was guarding the door, immediately pushed the door open and entered.

"Be optimistic about fifteen! Don't let him leave this room for half a step!"

Hetun let out a fierce growl, and left the children's room straight away. Barefoot, even forgetting to wear military boots.

"Father...you can't kill Feng Xinglang! I will hate you! Hate you forever! No matter how bastard he is, he is still my own father!"

In the children's room behind him, there was a hoarse roar from the little guy.