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　　Chapter 636 - It's even more so an insult to Feng Xinglang!

　　The originally warm morning was completely destroyed by Little Fifteen's roar.

　　And Hetun's mood was even worse. He was over sixty years old, but he was actually going against a five year old child.

　　Clang Clang, the sumptuous breakfast table was overturned by Hetun.

　　"Twelve, has the corpse maker come yet?" Hetun asked fiercely.

　　"Here it comes. in the side hall. "

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er deserved to be gentle, but he continued to say: "But Tenth Brother said, Feng Xinglang didn't die last night … …"

　　"It's better if he doesn't die!" He would use a living body to make it! In front of that woman, he was slowly dissecting her relations.h.i.+p with the vile sp.a.w.n of Feng Yi Mountain. I have to let her know: the price for betraying me, Xing Mu!

　　Hetun was on the verge of going insane. This sort of humiliation was enough to suppress him for dozens of years.

　　Because of a woman who had betrayed him, his life had become dark and brutal. The woman had almost ruined his life.

　　Although Xing s.h.i.+'er clearly knew that foster father Hetun in this state was obviously sick. But he really did not dare to go against foster father Hetun's words.

　　"Yes, foster father. I'll go and arrange it right away! " Xing s.h.i.+'er retreated.

　　Since Feng Xinglang had to die, then what was the difference between dying a day earlier and dying a day later? It seemed too cruel to use a living person to make a desiccated corpse.

　　The former Hetun was vicious, but not cruel and malicious. However, when it came to treating Feng Xinglang, it revealed his extremely dark side.

　　Feng Xinglang was on the verge of death. The blood stains on his handsome face were dried up, but his expression was especially calm.

　　When Xing s.h.i.+'er came in, he was holding a dagger that was s.h.i.+ning with a cold light.

　　He looked down from above at Feng Xinglang, who was just inches away from death, and was speechless.

　　Kanglang, Xing s.h.i.+'er threw the dagger in his hand in front of Feng Xinglang.

　　"My foster father will make you into … A desiccated corpse. Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to do it? "

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er wanted to give Feng Xinglang a quick death. After all, using a living person to make a desiccated corpse was too cruel.

　　Inexplicably, Xing s.h.i.+'er still respected Feng Xinglang quite a bit. Although he was not as good as he was, he was a man with a high IQ and EQ.

　　Battling with Feng Xinglang was really quite interesting. But at this very moment, Feng Xinglang had no choice but to die.

　　Death at an early age? Or was he jealous of talent?

　　"My attacks will be quick... It will make you more comfortable. "

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er suggested. It would be better to give Feng Xinglang a quick death than let that bunch of corpse creators desecrate his body while he was still alive.

　　"Thank you …"

　　Feng Xinglang's voice choked in his throat, he no longer had the extra strength to speak.

　　He shook his head vigorously and smiled, "There's no need. He wanted to let this woman see with her own eyes how her son died … "Alright then!"

　　"..."

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er was shocked. What does that mean? Feng Xinglang wanted his mother to see him become a dried up corpse?

　　"Feng Xinglang, you, you don't have to do this."

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er still could not bear to see this. It wasn't that he wasn't cruel, nor was it that he was compa.s.sionate. It was just that Feng Xinglang was Little Fifteen's father after all. If he could do something, why couldn't he be a good person like Xing Old Eighth?

　　"Xing s.h.i.+'er, let my son Linnuo … Don't avenge me. Tell him this is all his son's fault. "

　　Feng Xinglang's voice was hoa.r.s.e, but it was heavy like a mountain.

　　"I will."

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er picked up the dagger from the ground, "You really don't need my help?"