One second to rember [Brushstroke Pavilion] 52bqg [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 597: How is it, how does it taste?
"Towards a woman who is not cherished by her husband and is only fooling around with her, her lack of self-love ans that she is shaless!"
Xueluo spoke with force, his entire body practically trembling from the sound of his own words.
"As for , Lin Xueluo, I am that shaless, self-conscious woman! "That's why her husband would casually throw her away like she was playing with her own body!"
Xueluo's every word, stung his own heart. At the sa ti, it hurt the man's heart.
Feng Xinglang still vividly rembered the woman's bloody appearance in his arms.
Yes, he thought he was loving the woman in front of him in the most primitive way; but what he did not expect was not only the physical pain, but also the physical pain.
For a long ti, Feng Xinglang did not speak. Yet he was unwilling to let the woman go. The two of them were in a silent stalemate in the dark, damp basent.
Abruptly, Feng Xinglang slowly kneeled on one knee; because it was inconvenient to move while wearing the handcuffs, Feng Xinglang could only kiss Xueluo's stomach through the iron fence …
Perhaps at this mont, as a father, he could only express his deep regret for his dead child!
"Darling … I'm sorry. I'm not a good father! it hurts you and Mommy! "
Xueluo really wanted to be strong, and be strong. However, when she heard Feng Xinglang's apology to the dead child, she couldn't help but sob.
His lower lip was about to be bitten off by himself, causing Xueluo to choke in a weird voice. She was trying her best to endure her own hardships, not wanting to show her weakness in front of a man …
"Darling, don't worry. Daddy will avenge you!"
Feng Xinglang's lips were pressed tightly onto Xueluo's stomach through the iron fence, maintaining this posture for a long ti, like a silent morial.
But when the word 'revenge' fell into Xueluo's ears, she struggled away from his grasp in a panic like a frightened bird.
She got rid of the man who was in pain, and imdiately retreated to a place where Feng Xinglang's arm couldn't even touch her.
"Revenge?" I'm afraid that Hetun is not the only one who caused my miscarriage? "
Xueluo laughed bitterly: "Feng Xinglang, you can't do it! "Five years ago, you could not do it. Five years later, you will still be unable to do it!"
Throwing these aningful words, Xueluo turned and rushed out of the narrow passage.
"Xueluo!"
Behind him, he heard the yells of love from a man, as well as feelings that he could not fully express in his heart.
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Xing Ba leaned on the side of the door and patiently listened to all of Lin Xueluo's and Feng Xinglang's war of words.
He casually ate the few chocolate beans in his hand.
It was what Little Fifteen had eaten.
"Look ahead!" We've bumped into soone! "
Xing Ba kindly reminded Lin Xueluo, who was in extre sorrow, who had his head lowered as he walked quickly.
Lin Xueluo suddenly raised his head and saw that there was another person blocking the door.
Xing Ba leisurely ate the leftover chocolate bean from her son Nuonuo, as if he really liked eating sweet things.
It was just that the whip in Xing Ba's other hand made Xueluo's heart palpitate.
Xueluo had seen this whip before, it was used by the Hetun to train horses.
did not know who he was trying to ta when he took the whip. Or who to hit?
Xueluo did not ask, nor did he have the mood to ask Xing Ba. She only knew that Xing Ba would not use the whip to hit her!
Although the Hetun had imprisoned her and her son for five years, and had even occasionally locked her up in the little dark room to ponder about it, he had never been ruthless towards her.
"Un, this chocolate bean really has a good appetite!" You're worried that he won't be able to eat more of those fangs, so you can leave it to . It's such a pity to lose it! "
Xing Ba joked. He could not detect any hostility in him that wanted to do sothing to soone.
"There are still so things hidden in my room … I'll give it to you in a while! "
Xueluo replied Xing Ba chanically.
It was precisely because of Xueluo's unfeigned kindness and his benevolence, that she was able to live a peaceful life by the side of the Hetun for so many years.
Xueluo had just walked a few steps when he stopped again. Because of that whip. It truly terrified her.
He had a feeling that Xing Ba would not take out this whip to play with when he had nothing better to do.
When he turned around, Xueluo was shocked to realize that Xing Ba, who he had talked to a few seconds ago, had actually disappeared!
He was truly like a ghost. Not only did he co and go without a trace, he was even able to make no noise.
The door to the basent was open.
Soon after, Xueluo heard the sounds of fighting coming from the basent.
It was extrely painful to hit a person with a whip. A single whip would leave behind a red mark, and the skin of the person's body would be lacerated after two whips.
Xing Ba's speed was so fast that before Feng Xinglang could take the bacon tornado in from outside the iron fence, he swung the whip rcilessly, falling from the back of the hand that was reaching for the food, and hit his shoulder along the arm …
The back of his hand, which was not covered by any clothes, was imdiately rolled up, revealing a red, bloody tissue.
It was really painful!
When Xing Ba's second whip swung over, Feng Xinglang, who had already suffered a great loss, imdiately used the bars of the iron bars to allow Xing Ba's whip to land in the middle of the handcuffs. Taking advantage of this mont, he twisted the whip and grabbed onto it.
The ga of strength began.
The emaciated Xing Ba did not have the upper hand; after all, he had a robust physique. It was not sothing that Xing Ba could move just by pulling on the whip.
Feng Xinglang held onto the whip with one hand and the iron bars with the other. Such an attitude, it was impossible for Xing Ba to pull the whip back.
Then, when Feng Xinglang and Xing Ba were in a stalemate, Xing Ba suddenly took out a remote control and pressed it against the iron fence.
The iron bars were imdiately powered by electricity, just like the Netherworld Ghost Fla.
"Ugh …" "Ahhh!"
He did not expect that Xing Ba would play tricks on him, and even used such a despicable thod.
Feng Xinglang's reaction speed was fast enough, but he was still struck down by the powerful electric current, and his back fiercely collided with the wall.
At the sa ti, green smoke rose from Feng Xinglang's palm that was grabbing onto the tal fence.
After that, Xueluo slled the sll of burnt flesh.
For a long ti, it filled the poorly ventilated basent.
It was the sll of Feng Xinglang's palm being electrocuted.
"How is it? How does it feel?"
Xing Ba asked leisurely.
Xing Ba held a grudge against him.
Previously, Feng Xinglang had played the improved Golden Cicada shedding its shell with a furry bear, which had truly stimulated Xing Ba's self-esteem.
Xing Ba's IQ had been ruthlessly abused by Feng Xinglang!
This was an opportunity bestowed by the heavens, Xing Ba naturally would not miss it!
"Xing Ba, what are you doing?"
Seeing Feng Xinglang being oppressed, Xueluo's heart ached.
"Delivering food to Feng Xinglang, with your permission!"
Seeing the overturned food tray, Xueluo thought that Xing Ba was angry at himself for sending Feng Xinglang sothing to eat.
Only then did Xing Ba put away the whip and leisurely replied:
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. My foster father told :
As long as you, Lin Xueluo, see Feng Xinglang in the basent, Feng Xinglang will take a beating! "
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