Chapter 634: Feng Xinglang's smile was stained with blood

He Tun's words were full of sarcasm and mockery.

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

Feng Xinglang overflowed from his teeth.

indeed so. Although he had a short time with his son Lin Nuo, it was so short-lived that he felt sad. But he truly experienced the glory and comfort of being a father.

Although the little guy hadn't said a word to his father, Feng Xinglang felt that deep down, the little guy had already recognized his dear.

This trip to the "Prisoner of the Steps" is also considered worthwhile.

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

The stupid woman always said that she refused to say that she had always loved herself deeply, but deep down she could not release or let go of his inhuman and incompetent husband.

Feng Xinglang's childhood was colorful because of his brother Feng Lixin's love; and the woman named Lin Xueluo brought him a tough and persistent love. Not vigorous, but entangled in the bones.

And a good brother who was willing to die for him ...

This life is worth it!

Is not it?

"Can I die a little bit better?"

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

Feng Xinglang suspected it. But no chance to verify. Perhaps he didn't want to verify it.

The deep hatred has become an insurmountable gap between him and Hetun.

"Will make you die!"

Hetun snorted, "Old ten, take him away!"

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This is an extremely luxuriously decorated darkroom.

More like a sacrifice house.

Almost all the furnishings are carved from rosewood. Enough to see: how much Hetun has a preference for rosewood ornaments.

No power here. The only thing that can be used for lighting is the candle that Hetun is lighting.

The candle is red, not white wax for worship.

Not festive, but rather weird.

As more and more red candles were lit in Hetun, this sacrifice room gradually became brighter.

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

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

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

Gives a pure and sacred beauty that is sacred and inviolable.

It was a lifelike wax figure.

After looking at the face of this wax figure, Feng Xinglang started to laugh.

First, she laughed sternly; slowly, Feng Xinglang's laughter grew louder and louder, just as nervous.

Breathing failed to connect smoothly, so Feng Xinglang was forced to cough violently! But he coughed, but laughed wildly, and his face was twisted, like crazy ...

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

"See your mother and not kneel?"

Hetun's mood was unpleasant. It can be said to be heavy. And Feng Xinglang kept laughing, which made him even more envious.

The soul seemed to march once in a ghost gate.

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

"She's not worth it!"

Does this gritting come from hatred of his own mother?

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

"What a filial son!"

Hetun coldly stared at Feng Xinglang. Turned around again, and gently stroked the wax figure's face with the index finger.

Cherish love is like the treasure of this life!

"Dog! Don't touch her!"

Feng Xinglang screamed wildly, anxious to chop Hetun's hand touching the wax statue.

Hetun's movements were all over. When he looked back at Feng Xinglang, it was already hazy.

The accumulation of radon in a little bit!

"Su He, not angry ... I will educate this filial pie for you."

"Get away! Don't touch her!"

Feng Xinglang snarled again and again. He struggled to break the shackles of Xing Shi, took a lighted candle nearby with his shackled hands, and threw it towards the lifelike wax figure.

Fengxing Langning ruined his mother's wax figure, and he was not willing to touch his mother in Hetun.

Although Hetun is old, his movements are still so steady and smooth; he grabbed a burning candle and squeezed the flame with his palm.

"How dare you disobey your mother? What a filial son!"

He Tun slammed it, kicked his legs out of the air; he struck fiercely on Xing Shi's imprisoned Lang Xun chamber ...

Feng Xinglang slammed into the wall behind him with a snoring sound, and a blood spewed out of Feng Xinglang's mouth.

A small amount of blood splashed on Hetun's resolute and brutal cheek, and he wiped it with the back of his hand in disgust.

"Su He, do you see it? This is the kind of evil you have with Feng Yishan! It's like a rubbish!"

The blood on Feng Xinglang's face was even more weird.

Blood was dripping from Feng Xinglang's mouth with blood constantly mixing.

But he was still laughing. Creepy smile.

"Su He, you must be very distressed to your son, right? He is bleeding ... almost dying ... Don't you feel bad?"

He Tun faced the wax figure, and went into a magical self-talk to himself.

"Ahe, have you ever thought about Feng Yishan's happy life, have you ever thought of one day: your evil kind will end today? Your bones and flesh, you want to return for your dogs Blood debt owed? "

He Tun became more and more angry, and his sturdy figure was shaking and trembling.

"I want to make your son a dead body, kneeling in front of you forever, let you look at your son's dead body every day, and confess to me on your behalf!"

Hetun seems to be venting his anger that has accumulated for decades.

"Old ten, let him kneel!"

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

The internal injuries before Feng Xinglang had not fully healed, and he was kicked hard by Hetun in front of Hungary. Feng Xinglang's breathing at this moment was suffering from heartache.

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

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

The consequences of the counterattack were: being beaten again by Hetun and Xing Shi.

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