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

　　Chapter 1107 - Fortunately, it's not stinky

　　Suddenly, Feng Xinglang felt the body of the s.h.i.+p shake a little.

　　The range was very small, but Feng Xinglang was still able to clearly sense it. It must have been an emergency brake in an unexpected situation.

　　Following that, Feng Xinglang heard sonorous footsteps. His steps were well-trained, but they were also a bit nervous and disordered. It must have verified his prediction that there must be some kind of emergency happening outside.

　　"Nuonuo, come to father's place."

　　Feng Xinglang raised his arm slightly, and held onto the little thing tightly, "Xueluo, follow me closely in a while!"

　　"Xinglang, what happened?" Xueluo asked nervously.

　　"I don't know yet... But we'll soon know! "

　　Feng Xinglang listened carefully to the sound outside.

　　"Father, is it that my foster father, this b.a.s.t.a.r.d, is here?"

　　The little guy p.r.i.c.ked up his ears. Other than the faint sounds of footsteps, there was no unusual sound.

　　"Do you want him to come? My dear father does not wish for it! " Feng Xinglang said indifferently.

　　"My foster father was really terrible this time!"

　　The little guy discontentedly hummed, "It's been so long, why haven't you come to save us yet!"

　　"He's old!"

　　Feng Xinglang replied meaningfully. Perhaps, this was one of the key reasons why he no longer sought revenge against the Hetun.

　　"Although foster father is old, Old Tweleve and Old Eighth are not! This Old Tweleve was doing even worse than before! I don't even want to like him anymore! I will make my foster father accept a new seventeen years old as a foster son! "

　　Linnuo said haughtily. His small appearance seemed to be one that was doted upon by thousands.

　　However, Lil Thing had the ability to act so proud. Who told him to kiss her? In terms of bloodline, she was far n.o.bler than Xing s.h.i.+'er and the others.

　　"Nuonuo, don't be so evil! Your Twelfth Brother is your foster father's foster son, and is even older than you.

　　Clank, before Xueluo could finish reprimanding her son, the door of the mourning hall opened.

　　Four camouflage clothes came in, making the originally not very s.p.a.cious mourning hall seem somewhat crowded.

　　"Get up!" "Come with us!"

　　"You all … Where are you taking us? "

　　Xueluo asked in shock. She subconsciously moved closer to her husband, Feng Xinglang.

　　"Hurry up!"

　　The leader of the camouflage clothes, however, did not explain anything to Lin Xueluo.

　　Feng Xinglang did not resist or ask anything. He stood up with his son in his arms and slipped an arm around his wife's waist.

　　Because he had been kneeling for so long, Xueluo felt that his legs were numb to the point that he almost lost consciousness. He staggered for a few steps before regaining his balance.

　　Seeing that the camouflage clothes did not intend to separate the three of them, Xueluo gritted her teeth and followed along closely behind her husband and son.

　　After going down the two floors of the s.h.i.+p, he went around a few more corners. Even though the route was different, Feng Xinglang was still able to recognize that this was the place where he and Yan Bang were imprisoned.

　　The moment the cabin door opened, the smell of blood and chaos a.s.saulted his nostrils.

　　Before Xueluo and Linnuo could react, the family of three was pushed in, and the cabin door was locked.

　　"Big Bangbang?"

　　Little friend Linnuo found Yan Bang lying on the floor.

　　Yan Bang who was beaten black and blue.

　　His white s.h.i.+rt was stained with blood; his black pants were tattered, but it still covered him.

　　Yan Bang heard the sound of footsteps, but did not expect that the ones who were locked in were Feng Xinglang and his family?