Hetun's words were full of ridicule and mockery.

"As long as I think it's worth it...... It's worth it! ”

Feng Xinglang faintly overflowed this sentence from between his teeth.

That's true. Although the time he spent with his son Lin Nuo was very short, it was so short that it was sad. But he really experienced the glory and satisfaction of being a father.

Although the little guy is not willing to open his mouth to call himself dad, Feng Xinglang feels that the little guy has already recognized him as a father deep down in his heart.

This trip to the 'prisoner of the stairs' is also worth it.

Feng Xinglang also believes that his woman must be tired and tired for her own safety.

That stupid woman is always like this: she refuses to say that she has always loved her, but deep down she can't let go of his inhuman and incompetent husband, or let go.

Feng Xinglang's childhood was colorful because of the love of his eldest brother Feng Lixin; And the woman named Lin Xueluo brought him a tenacious and persistent love. It's not vigorous, but it's entangled to the bone.

and a good brother who is willing to seal the birth and death of Xinglang for him......

It's worth it!

Isn't it?

"Can you make my death a little clearer?"

Feng Xinglang stared at Hetun, who was standing in the backlight. Until this moment, he still didn't understand: what kind of deep hatred and hatred made Hetun want to kill their brothers.

Feng Xinglang doubted it. But there was no chance of validation. Maybe in the dark, he didn't want to verify it.

The deep hatred has been forged with flesh and blood between him and Hetun into an insurmountable ravine.

"It's going to make you die blindly!"

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

It is a very luxuriously decorated dark room.

It's more like a sacrificial house.

Almost all the furnishings are carved from rosewood. It is enough to see: how much Hetun prefers rosewood jewelry.

There is no power here. The only thing that can be used for lighting is the candle that is being lit in Hetun.

The candle is red, not ceremonial ash.

It's not festive, it's weird.

As more and more red candles were lit in Hetun, this sacrificial room slowly became brighter.

Feng Xinglang's gaze was fixed in one direction from the moment he entered the room. There was a humanoid silhouette standing.

As his red candle grew brighter and brighter, the silhouette of the figure gradually became clearer.

Finally, Feng Xinglang saw the face of the humanoid silhouette clearly: a dignified woman as beautiful as a lady.

It gives people a sense of pure and quiet beauty that is sacrosanct.

It was a lifelike wax figure.

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

At first, he laughed sadly; Slowly, Feng Xinglang's laughter grew louder and louder, and he laughed as nervously.

The breathing could not be connected smoothly, so Feng Xinglang was forced to cough violently! But while he coughed violently, he still laughed wildly, laughing so much that his handsome face was distorted, as if he was crazy......

Hetun didn't understand why Feng Xinglang was laughing so wildly, but he could see that Feng Xinglang should have recognized his mother.

"When you see your mother, you don't kneel?"

Hetun was not in a good mood. It can be said to be heavy. And Feng Xinglang's non-stop laughter made him even more angry.

The soul seems to have paraded through the ghost gate.

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

"She doesn't deserve it!"

Is this gnashing of teeth due to hatred for his biological mother?

But as a son, no matter how wrong the mother is, it shouldn't be such a hateful appearance!

"What an unfilial son!"

Hetun stared at Feng Xinglang coldly. He turned around again and gently stroked his index finger over the wax figure's face.

Cherish it as much as the favorite treasure of this life and this life!

"Dog thing! Don't touch her! ”

Feng Xinglang let out a crazy roar, eager to chop off Hetun's hand that touched the wax figure.

Hetun's movements paused, and when he looked back at Feng Xinglang, it was already a haze.

Anger is accumulating little by little!

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

"Fuck off! Don't touch her! ”

Feng Xinglang let out a thunderous roar again. He struggled to break Xing Shi's restraints, took a lit candle from his handcuffed hands, and threw it at the lifelike wax figure.

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

Although Hetun is old, his movements are still so steady and smooth; He grabbed the burning candle and snuffed it out with the palm of his hand.

"How dare you disobey your mother? What an unfilial son! ”

Hetun scolded sharply, and kicked his legs in the air; kicked Feng Xinglang's chest, who was imprisoned by Xing Shi again......

Feng Xinglang slammed into the wall behind him, and with a "poof", a mouthful of blood splattered out of Feng Xinglang's mouth.

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

"Su He, have you seen it? This is the kind of sin you gave birth to with Feng Yishan! It's as fragile as garbage! ”

The face stained with Feng Xinglang's blood was even more weird and hideous.

There was blood mixed with saliva juice, dripping from Feng Xinglang's mouth.

But he was still laughing. Creepy laughs.

"Su He, you must feel very sorry for your son, right? He was bleeding...... They're all dying...... Don't you feel distressed? ”

Hetun faced the wax figure and muttered to himself as if he was in a frenzy.

"Ah He, when you were living happily with Feng Yishan, did you ever think that one day: your evil kind will end up today? Your own flesh and blood, to pay the blood debt for your two dogs, men and dogs? ”

The more He Tun spoke, the more angry he became, and his sturdy figure was trembling and trembling.

"I will make your son a dry corpse, kneel in front of you forever, let you look at your son's dry corpse every day, and repent to me instead of you!"

Hetun seemed to want to vent the anger that had accumulated for decades.

"Old ten, let him kneel!"

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

Feng Xinglang's previous internal injuries had not completely healed, and he was kicked by Hetun unexpectedly in front of Hungary, Feng Xinglang's breathing at this moment was infected with the pain of his heart.

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

Xing Shi kicked Feng Xinglang's knee fiercely. Every time he kicked Feng Xinglang's body, Feng Xinglang still straightened his body and began to fight back.

And the consequence of the counterattack was: he was beaten violently by Hetun and Xing Shi again.

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