One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 1062: Don't be scared again!
Hetun found it hard to accept his own son Feng Xinglang's sudden change in att.i.tude towards him.
An obvious sense of loss enveloped his aged face.
"Ah Lang, it's already so late and there's no flight back to Shen City. Where are you taking Fifteen? I'll let you go tomorrow morning. Ah Lang! "
Hetun wanted to catch up with Feng Xinglang and his son.
After receiving the order, Basong immediately slashed towards Xing Wu who was closest to Feng Xinglang and his son.
At that time, Basong could not help but act a little arrogantly.
It had to be known that this was the Pater Castle, the territory of his Hetun. To just single-handedly slash at people, he did not put her Hetun in his eyes at all.
In front of the Hetun, how could he allow Basong to be so impudent?
Speaking of blades, Xing s.h.i.+'er's technique was definitely above Basong's; after separating Hetun from him, he immediately flew towards Basong! Boom! If the situation wasn't urgent, with Xing s.h.i.+'er's skill, he could absolutely accompany Basong in playing with the "empty hand meet the white blade".
But after knowing that the foster father Hetun was heartless towards the crown prince and Little Fifteen, Xing s.h.i.+'er immediately used her blade to slash at Basong's dagger-wielding hand …
Feng Xinglang had no choice but to carry his own son and walk away bravely. He was simply unable to help Basong who was fighting alone; Furthermore, Xing s.h.i.+'er and the others had long not liked Basong's hostile actions. It was not easy to grab hold of this opportunity, how could they not teach him a lesson?
At that time, Feng Xinglang wanted to help Basong kill people. However, the little b.a.s.t.a.r.d in his embrace had bound his arms and legs.
Outside the door, the person in the Tang suit appeared out of nowhere again and blocked Feng Xinglang and his son's way.
"Prince Xing, let's eat dinner first. Fifteen should be hungry too. "
"Scram!" I have a gun, can't you feel it? "
Feng Xinglang moved the little thing in his bosom into his left arm and used his right hand to pull out his spear.
"Ah Lang, if you want to leave, I won't stop you! But since you're here, you should burn incense for your mother before you go! "
Hetun chased after him and sincerely used a 'delaying tactic'.
The spear in Feng Xinglang's hand immediately changed its direction, aimed straight at the incoming Hetun.
"Stop!" You should believe that I will really shoot! "
No reason or excuse could stop Feng Xinglang's determination to bring his son away at this very moment.
Hetun did not avoid them. Instead, she stood still and stared deeply at her own flesh and blood that was only four meters away.
"Ah Lang, if shooting a shot at me can resolve the hatred in your heart, then you can go ahead!"
These words, were undoubtedly provoking Feng Xinglang's overzealous actions.
Seeing her father pointing a gun at her father and thinking that he might shoot at her at any moment, Lil Thing started to get anxious.
"Why are you guys fighting again? "So annoying!"
The little fellow leaned over, wanting to s.n.a.t.c.h the spear in his father's hand, Feng Xinglang's. However, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d's father's arm was too long, and he, who was tightly tied up by his waist, couldn't even reach it. Therefore, he could only shake and shove at his father's arm.
"Bam!" With a gunshot, Feng Xinglang opened fire.
Maybe because of his son Nuonuo's movement, Feng Xinglang's spear did not hit accurately!
Even if it was accurate, the bullet would not have landed on Hetun's body. At that time, it was obvious that with the three foster son s present, no matter which one, they would not truly cause Hetun to be attacked.
"b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang, you really shot my foster father?"
Little friend Linnuo shouted in dissatisfaction, "You're so annoying! "My foster father only invited you to dinner and pick up your son. Why did you shoot my foster father?!"
