One second to rember [Brushstroke Pavilion] 52bqg [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 625 - Die as you please!
However, Feng Xinglang's eyes were deep.
It didn't look funny or childish.
His own son used his own body to threaten Xing Ba? It would be better if the little thing wasn't injured. However, Feng Xinglang believed in his son. He would cherish his body for his own mother. The little thing knew Mommy would feel sorry for him.
Actually, this bastard of his father would also feel sorry for him.
"I'm not playing with you. I'm serious."
Feng Xinglang looked straight into Xing Ba's eyes, a gaze so calm that it would make people shiver.
Xing Ba also restrained the ridicule on his face, and stared straight at Feng Xinglang who was staring at him.
After a long while, a sentence ca out from his mouth:
"I really don't believe that you're really willing to die!"
Looking left and right, Feng Xinglang did not seem like the type of shallow person who sought death. Therefore, Xing Ba felt that: Feng Xinglang must be trying to play so tricks with him.
"Of course I can't bear to die!"
Feng Xinglang answered with an affirmative tone. After a while, he said: "But if you force , I will die early."
Xing Ba's long and narrow eyes had even beco long slits.
"Feng Xinglang, what tricks do you want to play with this ti?"
To a certain extent, Xing Ba still harbored enmity towards Feng Xinglang.
Last ti, the furry bear had successfully crushed his intelligence quotient and took Little Fifteen away from his sight. This made Xing Ba feel depressed for quite a while.
He knew that Feng Xinglang's brain was better than his, so the principle he followed before his foster father returned was: wait and see!
In other words, he could not see Feng Xinglang tornting himself.
This way, he could avoid falling for Feng Xinglang's trick.
"You know: your foster father Hetun doesn't want to die! At least before he returns here, I must be alive! "
Feng Xinglang kept looking deep into Xing Ba's eyes. He was fighting with intelligence, playing with scheming.
"Otherwise, your foster father wouldn't have brought a person like , who was half dead, to his lair from afar. Furthermore, he even made the doctor treat with all his heart …
It was enough to say that he hadn't abused enough!
If I suddenly died, would you say that Hetun would not be in a good mood?
If he was displeased, the one who will suffer, will be you, Xing Ba!
As for your foster father's thods, I believe your other sworn brothers have long since experienced them. "
Feng Xinglang was half threatening, half luring. He had always looked straight into Xing Ba's eyes, capturing the subtle changes in his expression.
Xing Ba was quiet for a few seconds, then laughed.
"Feng Xinglang, I still feel that you are unwilling to die! Think about your lively and adorable son and the woman who is infatuated with you. If you want to die, then you must have seen a ghost! "
Xing Ba was not fooled by Feng Xinglang's words.
He firmly believed that a cunning thing like Feng Xinglang would never do sothing as foolish as commit suicide!
"Because of them. That's why I have to get rid of the threat of Hetun sooner! He cannot use as a bargaining chip against my wife and children. "
Feng Xinglang's wisdom lay in his expertise in guiding other people's way of thinking into his own traps.
"In the Shen City, I wasn't even able to fight your foster father Hetun … In the Pater Castle who has no relatives, I will only be your foster father's chopping board while he takes care of your flesh! "
"It's fortunate that you, Feng Xinglang, are still aware of your own abilities! "So, if you behave, you might be able to get a complete corpse."
Xing Ba squinted his long and narrow eyes. He especially liked to see Feng Xinglang's humble attitude.
Especially Feng Xinglang, who knew that he was afraid, who could be controlled by him freely.
But Xing Ba simply did not realize: He had already been brought into a wrong place in Feng Xinglang's mind.
"Since I'm going to die here sooner or later, I can only choose to die here! At the very least, I can still use this bargaining chip to coerce you and let see my son! "
"Feng Xinglang, stop dreaming! I won't let you see fifteen! "
Xing Ba beca a little angry out of embarrassnt, "How do you want to die? "Do as you please!"
"Xing Ba, do you really want to force to death?"
Feng Xinglang faced Xing Ba's back as he turned around and left, and bellowed: "Before dinner, if I don't see my son Linnuo, you just wait and help collect my corpse!"
"Tch!" I'm not your father, so why should I help you collect your corpse? "
Xing Ba rolled his eyes at Feng Xinglang, then turned and left.
He still firmly believed that Feng Xinglang was only playing tricks and tricks with him, because he was simply unwilling to die!
However, he wasn't completely at ease either …
Thus, he got his hands cuffed around Feng Xinglang's arms again.
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In the afternoon, the little guy climbed up to the rooftop and sat in the sunlight to survey the Pater Castle's mountain path.
He kept looking and waiting until his eyes started to hurt and his heart sank as well.
When Xing Ba quietly ca up, he saw the little fellow rubbing his eyes. It looked like tears.
"What's wrong, do you want to cry?" Why are you so impatient, acting just like a little girl? "
The little guy couldn't even be bothered to roll his eyes at Xing Ba, he just sat there dejectedly with himself sealed up.
"Father said that he will be back in two days."
Xing Ba walked up and wanted to hug the little thing in his arms.
Of course he did not want the little thing to see Feng Xinglang. It would bring him endless trouble. If this little thing knew that his own father was locked in the secret room and that foster father Hetun was not here, it might even want to make a ruckus with him.
"Eighth Brother, if I really fell down from the roof and died, you definitely wouldn't have cried for … …" "Isn't it?"
Suddenly, the little fellow asked sorrowfully.
"Why do you say that? Do you think eighth brother doesn't love you? "
This question made Xing Ba really sad.
"Because you have a heart of stone! I only know how to listen to my foster father! "
"Is it wrong to listen to your foster father? We all have to listen to our godfather, don't we? "
Xing Ba asked the little fellow.
Suddenly, Xing Ba seed to have been possessed, "If soday Eighth Brother dies, will you shed tears for Eighth Brother?"
The little guy turned around and looked at Xing Ba, then nodded seriously.
It was just that this little fellow's action of nodding had moved Xing Ba beyond belief.
Even the coldest person would have a mont of warmth from him.
He picked up 15 and hugged her tightly in his embrace.
"Eighth Brother, I really miss Mommy … Can I cry in your arms for a while? "
Before she finished speaking, the little fellow was already crying in Xing Ba's embrace.
After enduring for so long without Mommy, the little guy could not hold on any longer.
This cry had truly ssed up Xing Ba's crying heart.
His mother wasn't here, but his father was!
And so …
Before dinner, Xing Ba asked the doctor to purposely show it to the little thing. And when he spoke to the doctor, he avoided small things.
With the little guy's intelligence, he could obviously tell that sothing was amiss.
Thus, with an excuse, he secretly followed behind the doctor …
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