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　　Chapter 634: Feng Xinglang's smile was stained with blood

　　Hetun's words were full of ridicule and ridicule.

　　"As long as I feel that it's worth it. It's worth it! "

　　Feng Xinglang faintly said those words from his mouth.

　　Indeed. Although the time he spent with his son Linnuo was very short, so short that it made one's heart ache … However, he truly felt the glory and gratification of being a father.

　　Although the little guy was still unwilling to call him daddy, Feng Xinglang felt that in the depths of his heart, the little guy had long since acknowledged him as his biological father.

　　This' prisoner 'mission was worth it.

　　Feng Xinglang also believed that his woman must be tired from her own safety.

　　The silly woman was always like this: she wouldn't say that she had always loved him, but deep down she couldn't let go of his inhumane and incompetent husband, or let him go.

　　Feng Xinglang's childhood was colorful because of his big brother Feng Lixin's care, and that woman called Lin Xueluo had given him a tenacious and persistent love. It wasn't fierce, but it was bone-piercing.

　　And there was also a good brother who was willing to risk his life for Feng Xinglang …

　　His life was worth it!

　　Isn't it?

　　"Can you make me die more clearly?"

　　Feng Xinglang stared at the Hetun who was standing in the light. Even until this moment, he still could not understand: What kind of deep hatred did the Hetun have for him to kill these two brothers so completely?

　　Feng Xinglang had suspected it before. But there was no chance to test it. Maybe he didn't want to test it out.

　　The deep hatred between him and the Hetun had already been forged into an insurmountable moat with his flesh and blood.

　　"I will let you die in peace!"

　　Hetun snorted, "Tenth brother, take him away!"

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　　This was an extremely luxurious dark room.

　　It was more like a sacrificial room.

　　All the decorations were basically carved out of rosewood. It was enough to see just how much Hetun liked purple sandalwood jewelry.

　　There's no power here. The only thing that could be used for lighting was the candles being lit by the Hetun.

　　The candle was red, not the white wax used for sacrifice.

　　It was not a joyous occasion. On the contrary, it was extremely strange.

　　As the number of red candles lit up increased, the sacrifice room also began to light up.

　　From the moment Feng Xinglang entered the room, his gaze had already locked on one direction. There was a figure standing there.