Chapter 398: That is not a failure ...

What kind of feeling between the two brothers is, only they know.

It's something deep-rooted!

At this moment, Feng Lixin's tears proved that he understood what Feng Xinglang did!

It was like in the sea of ​​fire in the underground warehouse, he didn't even think about it, leaving Feng Xinglang's hope for life!

"You live, I live!"

Feng Xinglang kissed Feng Lixin's forehead.

Feng Lixin couldn't make this clearer. Because it was more than half a year ago, he told Feng Xinglang in an underground warehouse.

When he said this, he was totally unrequited.

But today, at this time, Feng Xinglang still rewarded him in the same way!

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

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

He is not persuading Feng Xinglang, because he no longer knows where to start.

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

"Hetun, if you're a **** man, don't shoot at a weak woman who is helpless!

If you have one, you ... "

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

Xue Luo closed her eyes tightly and was protecting her belly with both hands; before she could understand the intent of Feng Xinglang's provocative words, a gunshot came from her ears.

It's harsh in the huge cabin!

Xue Luo even stopped breathing!

She thought that the gun in Hetun's hand was hitting her, and after she relieved the horror of fright, she found that she had no trace of a shot on her body.

There is no pain. The little boy in the stomach is still there!

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

If she was not shot, who was shot?

Xue Luo quickly turned around to check.

Just a glance, snow fell to tears.

The bullet hit the leg of Feng Xinglang's right leg. Blood was spilling from the blood cave.

Feng Xinglang's body walked for several steps, until he arrived in the wheelchair behind him, and then he stabilised his body so as not to fall down.

He Tun said: He wants Feng Xinglang to pay for each of his arrogance and arrogance!

Now, this bullet is what Feng Xinglang paid for his phrase ‘If you are a **** man, do n’t shoot at a weak woman who has no power at all’!

He Tun wanted to use this gun to let Feng Xinglang kneel to him. In order to eliminate his youthful frivolity.

But I didn't expect Feng Xinglang to take several steps, and finally stabilized his body. More determined and calmly stared at Hetun.

In those eyes, not only was the indomitable thought, but also the savage gas that would eat him raw.

"Xinglang ..."

Snow fell and choked. It seemed that she realized now that Feng Xinglang's words that provoked He Tun were to provoke He Tun to turn his gun and shoot at himself.

"How miserable you hear your woman's cry!"

He Tun sneered with a sneer.

Xue Luo quickly stopped crying and wiped away the tears on her face.

This is just like his feudal woman!

"Hetun, are you old? You have no strength to fire a second shot?"

Feng Xinglang was laughing. In a mocking manner.

He is angering Hetun. Lead him to continue firing at himself.

There is no doubt that Feng Xinglang is delaying time. He wanted to give Cong Gang and Lao Chu's soldiers more time.

Just when the pro elder brother Feng Lixin forehead, he already felt that the tracker in his biceps was activated.

A small vibration gave birth to a tickle, and it seemed that Cong Gang was telling Feng Xinglang:

He already knew his location and was coming here.

It's another arrogant stimulus.

Feng Xinglang's right leg has begun to tremble unsteadily; he shifted the center of gravity of his body almost to the left leg to reduce the load on the injured leg.

But Hetun's muzzle turned to Lin Xueluo and aimed directly at her slightly swollen belly.

There is a little life just four months old!

This time, Xue Luo did not turn around; but she still protected her belly with both hands.

She wants her child to know: Mom is reluctant to do it! So Mom used her hands to protect it in front of it!

But my child, you are also Feng Xinglang's child. Your dad can face the brutality of the devil, and you should be able to do it!

Xue Luo opened his eyes and looked at Hetun like this. Facing him almost cruelly human.

Hetun sits east to west; while Xueluo stands north to south.

From this angle, he can see the side face of Hetun.

In fact, when staring at Hetun's side, Xue Luo didn't think of anything.

What made Xueluo think of it was when she looked at the tail of Hetun's eyes like a crow's feet, but when she looked closely, she found that it was a slender scar.

Xue Luo studied visual media, so she remembered it particularly well.

That was a failure!

She thinks she has failed!

At this moment, although the snowfall facing death was frightening, she was calm. Because Feng Xinglang was by her side.

Perhaps Feng Xinglang did not wait to see their mother and son, but this did not prevent her from still admiring the man who was willing to sacrifice everything for his elder brother. At least he is a good brother who loves everything!

By the way, Xue Luo remembered ...

That picture!

Relics of Feng Xinglang's mother.

That half-painted picture ... the failing eye!

Xue Luo always thought that it was the end of Feng Xinglang's mother who did not paint, or it was a wrong drawing.

But now it seems that it is not the failure of Feng Xinglang's mother that is left at the end of the man's eyes, but that the failure is a scar.

So when Xue Luo saw the painting for the first time, he was really puzzled: The man on the painting was obviously a young man, how could there be such a long wrinkle?

It turned out not to be a wrinkle, nor a failure, but a scar!

The snow fell cold and thought: Will the painting painted by Feng Xinglang's mother be Hetun?

The man on the drawing paper has a pair of hawkish eyes ...

And at this moment, Hetun ... it just happens!

And the snowfall looks more and more like ...

There was a "bang" and an unsuspecting gunshot.

The snow fell suddenly, and my mind was blank.

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

At the moment of fixation, Xue Luo was shocked to find that Hetun's muzzle was aimed again, or Feng Xinglang!

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

Seeing Feng Xinglang's left half of the Hungarian chamber's shirt stained with blood, Xue Luo cried out:

"Feng Xinglang ..."