One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Feng Xinglang seemed to have a conditioned reflex as he quickly walked forward to stop Hetun.

　　Subconsciously groping about on his body, Feng Xinglang actually groped for a gun.

　　Why did I have a gun on me? Presumably, it was given to Feng Xinglang by him before he left.

　　They were going to make this father and son pair risk their lives!

　　With Hetun's stubbornness, without using some deadly weapons, just Feng Xinglang's glib would not be able to stop him.

　　No matter what, the Hetun had to stop him. Having alarmed Xing San, it would not be that easy for him to get back at him.

　　Feng Xinglang hid the spear in the casual suit on his chest and then quickly ran towards Hetun.

　　When he saw his own son walk towards him, Hetun's eyes were filled with love.

　　"Ah Lang, so you're actually here."

　　Hetun stepped forward, but was blocked by Feng Xinglang's black muzzle. The father and son duo stood so close together that the people around them could not see the spear in Feng Xinglang's hands.

　　But Xing s.h.i.+'er and Xing Ba could see it.

　　"Feng Xinglang, what are you doing?" Xing s.h.i.+'er asked.

　　"Stand still obediently and don't move recklessly! Otherwise, you all just wait to collect Hetun's corpse! "

　　With a click, Feng Xinglang loaded the spear. This was truly the tempo of killing one's father!

　　Hetun was exceptionally calm. He was still looking at his own son with a gentle gaze, as if he was enjoying being so close to his own child.

　　Actually, to be more accurate, it was close, but this' kiss' … It felt a little awkward!

　　Was there a son who was close to his father with a gun pointed at his heart?

　　"Ah Lang, what's wrong again? Are you still angry at your father for Yan Bang's death? "

　　Hetun's tone was very amiable. She was like an elder patiently inquiring about a naughty child who was making a ruckus with him.

　　"Go back!" You can't go and find Xing San! " Feng Xinglang hissed.

　　"Why? If we capture Xing San, wouldn't we know where he is? "

　　Hetun asked in confusion. However, her son did not want Yan Bang to die and fight him.

　　As you say, it's better to be in pain than in pain! If Yan Bang died, his son might be sad for a few days due to brotherhood, but to be able to remove the hidden dangers on his son's path to happiness in the future, Hetun felt that doing so was worth it!

　　Even though his son didn't understand his intentions!

　　"What if Xing San would rather die than tell us? Then we'll have to look for a needle in a haystack! "

　　Feng Xinglang turned his head and looked around, then said softly: "Xing San will bring Lan Youyou to see the ball in the next two days, you all cannot alert the gra.s.s!"

　　When Feng Xinglang tilted his head to the side, Xing s.h.i.+'er had enough time and confidence to grab the spear in his hands and he wouldn't even harm foster father Hetun; but Hetun raised his hand to signal for him not to act rashly.

　　Hetun seemed to be very confident that his own son would not shoot him, her own father!

　　"Ah Lang, we will be able to find out where Feng Lixin's daughter is from once we capture his! "Trust in Dad!"

　　Although Feng Xinglang loathed the idea of Hetun calling himself 'father' all the time, at critical moments, he was too lazy to correct anything in Hetun.

　　"No!" "I can't let them take the risk!"

　　Feng Xinglang pointed his gun at Hetun's chest with even more force, "Get back! Otherwise, I really know how to shoot! "

　　"Prince Xing, you must not be ras.h.!.+ Be careful of the guns going off! "

　　Xing Ba immediately tried to smooth things over, "You misunderstood your father …."