Chapter 634

Hetun's words are full of sarcasm and ridicule.

"As long as I think it's worth it It's worth it

Seal line Lang from the teeth light overflow this sentence.

That's true. Although his time with his son Linnuo was very short, it was too short to be sad. But he really realized the glory and joy of being a father.

Although the little guy is not willing to call himself father, Feng Xinglang thinks that the little guy has already recognized his father in his heart.

This trip to the prison is worth it.

Feng Xinglang also believes that his women must be tired for their own safety.

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

Feng Xinglang's childhood was colorful because of his elder brother Feng Lixin's love, and the woman named Lin xueluo brought him a tough and persistent love. It's not vigorous, but it's lingering to the bone.

There are also good brothers who are willing to grant him the title of "Lang"

This life is worth it!

Isn't it?

"Can I die more clearly?"

Feng Xinglang stares at the back lit Hetun. Until this moment, he still did not understand: what kind of deep hatred made Hetun want to kill the two brothers.

Feng Xinglang doubted it. But there was no chance to verify it. Maybe he didn't want to verify it.

Deep hatred between him and Hetun has become an insurmountable gully.

"It will make you die in peace!"

He Tun snorted coldly, "old ten, take him away!"

This is a very luxurious darkroom.

It's more like a sacrifice house.

Almost all the decorations are made of red sandalwood. Enough to see: Hetun how much preference for red sandalwood jewelry.

There's no power here. The only thing that can be used for lighting is the candle burning in Hetun.

The candle is red, not white wax for sacrifice.

It's not festive, it's weird.

With more and more red candles lighting up in Hetun, the sacrificial room is gradually becoming bright.

Feng Xinglang's eyes were fixed in one direction from the moment he entered the room. There's a human figure standing there.

As his red candle became brighter, the outline of the figure became clearer.

Finally, Feng Xinglang saw the human face: a dignified woman as beautiful as a lady.

Give a person with sacred and inviolable pure beauty.

It was a lifelike wax figure.

After seeing the face of the wax figure, Feng Xinglang began to laugh.

First, he laughed bitterly; slowly, Feng Xinglang's laughter became bigger and bigger, just like nervousness.

The breath didn't connect smoothly, which forced Feng Xinglang to cough violently! But as he coughed, he laughed wildly, and his handsome face was twisted, like crazy

Hetun doesn't understand why Feng Xinglang laughs so madly, but he can see that Feng Xinglang should recognize his mother.

"Don't you kneel down, mother?"

Hetun was not happy. It's heavy, so to speak. And Feng Xinglang kept laughing, which made him more nervous.

The soul seems to have paraded in the gate of death.

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

"she does not deserve!"

Is this gnashing of teeth rooted in hatred for one's own mother?

As a son, no matter how wrong the mother is, she should not be so hateful!

"What an unfilial son!"

He Tun stares at Feng Xinglang coldly. He turned around and gently stroked the wax figure's face with his index finger.

Cherish love as the most precious treasure in this life!

"Dog! Don't touch her

Feng Xinglang roared wildly, hoping to chop the hand that touched the wax statue in Hetun.

He Tun's action, looking back to Feng Xinglang, is already a haze.

Grumpy in a little bit of accumulation!

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

"Go away! Don't touch her

Feng Xinglang roared again. He struggled to break the shackles of Xing Shi, took a lighted candle with his handcuffed hands, and threw it at the lifelike wax figure.

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

Although Hetun was old, his movements were steady and smooth. He grabbed the burning candle and pinched out the flame with the palm of his hand."How dare you disobey your mother? What an unfilial son

He Tun gave a sharp rebuke and kicked his legs across the air. He kicked Feng Xinglang Hun, who was once again imprisoned by Xing Shi

Feng Xinglang heavily bumped into the wall behind him, and a mouthful of blood spattered from his mouth.

There was a little blood foam splashing on Hetun's resolute and cruel cheek, and he wiped it with the back of his hand.

"Su He, do you see that? This is a kind of evil that you and Feng Yishan had! It's like a piece of trash

Infected with Feng Xinglang's bloody face, it is more strange and ferocious.

There was blood dripping from Feng Xinglang's mouth.

But he was still laughing. A creepy smile.

"Su He, you must love your son very much, right? He's bleeding Almost dead Don't you care? "

Facing the wax figure, he Tun talked to himself like he was possessed.

"Ah he, when you were living happily with Feng Yishan, did you ever think that one day your evil will come to this end? Your own flesh and blood are going to pay for the blood debt you two dogs owe? "

The more he Tun said, the more angry he was. His strong body was shaking and shaking.

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

Hetun seems to be trying to vent the anger that has accumulated for decades.

"Old ten, let him kneel down!"

After calming down a little, the piercing sound of the dark cold in Hetun came again.

Feng Xinglang's internal injury had not healed completely. In addition, he Tun kicked him unexpectedly in front of Hungary. At this moment, Feng Xinglang's breathing was deeply hurt.

But he still stood straight. He would not kneel to Hetun or his mother.

Xing Shi kicked Feng Xinglang's knee. Every time, Feng Xinglang's body was shaken, but Feng Xinglang was still upright and began to fight back.

The result of the counterattack is that he Tun and Xing Shi beat him up again.

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