A person's life was always accompanied by all kinds of parting.

　　But when Linnuo and his friends left, they were instead surrounded by layers upon layers of love.

　　After Xing Ba finished hugging, Xing s.h.i.+'er carried on; Until the little guy pushed him away in annoyance.

　　However, the little fellow who was struggling on the ground directly ran in front of Xing s.h.i.+qi.

　　Because to raise his head and look at Xing s.h.i.+qi who was much taller than him, the little guy was a little angry.

　　"Old Seventeen, eighth brother and twelfth brother are injured. You have to take good care of my foster father, do you understand?"

　　The little thing's appearance when it commanded seemed a little like a Hetun.

　　Being ordered to do things by a little kid, she more or less lost face, but Xing s.h.i.+qi still nodded.

　　"Foster father, you need to be at ease and take care of your illness." Fifteen just needs to take a long vacation and then I'll come and see you. "

　　"Yes, foster father listens to fifteen!"

　　Hetun crouched over and used his hands to hold onto the back of the little fellow's head, nestling together with his head.

　　Three minutes later, Hetun released the little fellow.

　　"Ah Lang, take good care of these fifteen years, and let the family live a good life."

　　Feng Xinglang smirked, and it could be considered as agreeing with Hetun's words. Sensing that Hetun was about to come forward and hug him, Feng Xinglang took his son Nuonuo into his arms one step ahead of him.

　　There was only Xing s.h.i.+si and an eyesore who accompanied Feng Xinglang's family back to the Shen City.

　　This new eye was much older than Xing s.h.i.+si, around thirty years old, and very robust, like a gypsy. The eyes were long and large, very bright, occupying most of the upper half of the face;

　　It shouldn't be Hetun of the Hetun, because he was ordered by Xing s.h.i.+si.

　　These ten hours were quite comfortable.

　　Little friend Linnuo, who had slept for a short while, called out "Uncle" and "Uncle" to his left and right after waking up.

　　When they were in Pater Castle, Xueluo had not had the chance to talk about it in detail with Xing s.h.i.+si, but at this moment, she was asking questions with all kinds of warmth.

　　Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and reclined on the comfortable chair, his mind thinking about the words Xing Er had said before his death.

　　Leaving Cong Gang by his side for him to own would guarantee the peace of his family for the rest of their lives?

　　Isn't this too unbelievable? the ability to blow Cong Gang up to the sky!

　　Feng Xinglang habitually tapped his fingers on the armrest, probably trying to figure out the reason behind Xing Er's words.