Chapter 474: Blood-stained father and son meet (below)

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Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, the little guy simply turned over and stared at Feng Xinglang.
The little eyes were full of grieving little sadness.
There was also a noticeable little anger.
With his righteous father Hetun as his solid backing, Lin Nuo's children also seem to have some confidence.
"Feng Xinglang, I hate you!"
The little guy was sulking his first name.
This is the opening remark of the meeting between father and son.
Lin Nuo nestled in the arms of Yifu Hetun, with a small expression of contempt for Feng Xinglang. Slightly a little bit of humorous.
Deep in the eyes of small things, it is not difficult to see a trace of sorrow of injury. With little resentment.
"..." Feng Xing Lang Yingting's eyebrows were shallow: How could this bear child behave with the old poisonous fish in Hetun? Really no tutor!
"Hey, little pot lid, hasn't your righteous father taught you to be polite to see elders?"
Seeing the little guy saying a good word about Feng Xinglang, Ye Sinian followed.
When the detective went to the pot cover that wanted to touch a small thing, but before touching Lin Nuo with his hand, he was caught by Xing Shiliang behind Hetun.
Xing Twelve, a little fresh meat in his early twenties, white and thin; but Ye Shinian didn't expect that the clasp on his hand was so scary.
Not only does it hurt, but it also has a severe pan-numbing sensation that gets stuck in the nervous system.
"Sorry, my fifteenth brother doesn't like people to touch him!"
Xing Twelve's voice was faint. It was so pale that it sounded creepy. It seems to be able to march into the bone marrow.
Annoyingly named by a little P child, Feng Xinglang Feng's handsome face didn't have much expression.
He stared at the little guy with a slight smile: "Oh, isn't it? Not surprising, because your right father hates me too!"
"I hate you, it has nothing to do with my righteous father! It is my personal grudge against you!"
The little guy refuted. When glaring at Feng Xinglang again, a pair of big eyes were filled with complicated anger.
Personal matters?
Where is this grievance for a little thing only 5 years old?
Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrow slightly, looking at the little expression of the little guy.
I just feel that every time I know this little thing, the radon in my body will be inexplicably precipitated, and I am so good-tempered that I don't get any anger.
So Feng Xinglang smiled and asked gently:
"I really want to hear: what kind of personal grudges are there between us."
The little boy wriggled his fleshy lips a few times, and when he wanted to say something, he thought of Mummy Xueluo's instructions, but stopped talking.
"I'm too lazy to tell you!"
It's the arrogant little expression that rejects people thousands of miles away. The small appearance of disdain really made him tickle.
"Father, let's go. This person makes Fifteen feel terrible!"
The little guy turned away and stopped looking at Feng Xinglang more.
"Hahaha, okay, the righteous father will take you away. Stay away from the person who hates my family!"
After pecking at the baby's fat little face, Hetun hugged the baby and left. Walked straight, not even polite words on the table.
"What kind of bear child is this? No tutor at all!"
Watching Xing Shishi being held away by Hetun, Ye Shinian threw away his numb arm that was hurt by Xing Shibei and snorted coldly.
Feng Xinglang's eyes have been chasing Lin Nuo's small figure.
Obviously he is just a little boy who has never met before, but he is inexplicable in his heart, even trembling deep in his soul! In the midst of it, there seemed to be a strange feeling to this little boy ...
But Feng Xinglang can be sure: he really only met his fifteen-year-old boy for the first time.
But he felt inexplicably that he had known this child for many years!
The long throbbing heart made Feng Xinglang unable to calm down.
"The children raised by Hetun are strange to have a tutor! It's just a pity that a small thing just a few years old has been reduced to a tool used by Hetun!"
Yan Bang sighed slightly, "Lang, I think Hetun wants to fight a protracted battle with you! His son is a protagonist! The young boy just behind him is estimated to be in his twenties. Plus this one Little ... this Hetun really competes with you! "
Seeing Feng Xinglang staring at Hetun, he kept silent, and Yan Bang asked again, "Lang, what kind of deep hatred do you have with Hetun?"
"Presumably because I'm too handsome, this old poisonous fish envyes and envys me!"
Feng Xing Lang Leng humor.
In fact, this question asked by Yan Bang is also a problem that has always puzzled Feng Xinglang. He certainly didn't believe that Hetun would kill the brothers only because his face didn't fit his eyes.

Toilet.
The man in the mirror has an erect posture and a handsome face.
Feng Xinglang is indeed a handsome man!
Allow the cold water to flow between the distinct fingers of your bones.
In my mind, I couldn't help thinking about the little boy in Hetun's arms: Why is that shy little look so familiar?
With a click, Feng Xinglang heard the door of the bathroom being closed and locked.
"Feng Xinglang!"
Then there was a childish cry.
Looking back, Feng Xinglang saw the little guy with his hands behind him.
The little guy still looks very cute: the dumb cute Qimei pot covers the head, the waxy baby's fat cheeks, the flickering black and white eyes, the clear eyes are moving and aura; the corners of his mouth are raised lazily, proud Stubborn again ...
While looking at each other, Feng Xinglang couldn't help showing a gentle and friendly smile towards Xing Shifang.
Knowing that the little thing was the righteous son of Hetun, Feng Xinglang couldn't hate this little guy. Not to mention a baby girl.
"Do you want to ... talk to me alone?"
Glancing at the door locked by the little guy, Feng Xinglang said in a loud voice.
"Feng Xinglang, you are so annoying! You bullied a girl!"
Lin Nuo said angrily.
Bullying a girl? Where does this come from?
"Can we talk about some mild and positive topics. For example: Optimus Prime who saved the earth, or Ultraman who knocked down the monster again and again?"
Feng Xinglang doesn't seem to like the little thing always being aggressive when talking to him.
"Then I will destroy you on behalf of the earth!"
The little guy filled with indignation, took out a crossbow from behind, aimed at Feng Xinglang and shot over.
To be honest, Feng Xinglang really didn't expect this little guy to be so aggressive!
More or less, Feng Xinglang felt inexplicably sad.
The little guy's movements and postures are standard. At a glance, I know that I have trained since childhood.
Sure enough, this little thing really was cultivated by Hetun and used as a tool against him.
With Feng Xinglang's agile skill, he could completely avoid the arrows that Lin Nuo shot at him, but he didn't know what the reason was, or he was absent-minded, and the crossbow hit his shoulder.
A few seconds later, the smoky suit on Feng Xinglang's left shoulder was red with blood.
This is a crossbow that can fire three arrows ...