The little guy had used the Hetun, this big tiger, as a s.h.i.+eld, to unrestrainedly take revenge.

　　"Cabourn, you can go back and busy yourself first!" I'll play with Fifteen for a while. "

　　Sensing that his grandson was going to force him, the Hetun immediately sent him away.

　　Coburn silently retreated.

　　"Father, did you see that? This fellow is too arrogant!" He dared to say in front of his foster father that he was invincible? I think he's going to rebel! "

　　Subconsciously, the little fellow had already become hostile towards Cabourn. Because Coburn could be the culprit behind the giant caterpillar.

　　"He will not rebel! I don't dare to rebel either! "

　　Hetun kissed the little guy's little face, "Did you miss father? Haha, my family's fifteenth is the most filial! "

　　"Foster father, the back of my hand was scratched. I'll get the Old Tweleve to disinfect it for me."

　　The little guy wanted Xing s.h.i.+'er to treat his wounds. Because he knew that Xing s.h.i.+'er also did not like this wood person, Cabourn. But G.o.dfather seems to like Coburn a lot, and he believes in him a lot.

　　"Why is the back of his hand injured? It's already bleeding! "

　　Hetun held up the little fellow's hand that was scratched by some bushes and gra.s.s.

　　In the past, Hetun could use Linnuo as a tool for him to take revenge. He would train him in the devil way, causing him to bleed often and injure his arms and legs.

　　"Old Five, what are you still standing there for?" Hetun shouted to Xing Wu who was guarding the door, "Quickly go and call Old Tweleve here to treat fifteen wounds!"

　　"I'll look for him now that I've heard of his name!" Xing Wu retreated.

　　Under normal circ.u.mstances, Xing s.h.i.+'er would not appear together with Ke Ben. Losing by a single hand made him lose a lot of face.

　　Therefore, wherever Ke Ben was, Xing s.h.i.+'er would usually find a cool corner to squat in.

　　Fortunately, when Xing s.h.i.+'er was found, Ke Ben was no longer in the villa where the foster father Hetun was staying. So it's not that awkward.

　　"Old Tweleve, where have you been hiding these past two days? "He's in a bad mood!"

　　The Hetun reprimanded him. Hetun still had an obvious preference towards Xing s.h.i.+'er, "Fifteen is injured, hurry up and treat his wounds!"

　　Judging from his tone, the wooden puppet, Ke Ben, had been here for two to three days. It matched the time of the shooting that night. That was to say, this wood person had the time to commit the crime.

　　"Old Tweleve, I seem to have some injuries on my PVP page as well … Go to your room and take care of it! "

　　With patience, the little guy waited for Xing s.h.i.+'er to finish treating the wound on the back of his hand. Then, it immediately found an excuse to talk to Xing s.h.i.+'er alone.