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　　Chapter 601: The Last Trump card of Incitement (1)

　　As the door was closed, the entire bas.e.m.e.nt was plunged into darkness once again.

　　This also covered Feng Xinglang's wet eyes.

　　A few seconds later, he heard a low choking sound coming from the iron fences.

　　For a long time, he was unable to calm down.

　　Linnuo sat on the side of the wall and did not take off his clothes to sleep. Instead, he stared at Xing Ba with his crystal clear eyes wide opened.

　　A five year old little brat like her was actually able to make Xing Ba feel weak.

　　Actually, Xing Ba's guilty conscience did not come from the little child in front of him, but from the backer of the little thing.

　　Xing Ba knew: Sometimes it is unprincipled for Hetun to spoil little fellows.

　　Like being punished in Xing Wu's cold winter to stay in ice water for a few hours … He might not die, but it was not a pleasant feeling!

　　And the reason they had suffered such a sin was only because the Xing Wu followed Hetun's instructions and wasn't willing to let the little guy go out and behave atrociously in the middle of the winter.

　　The little guy then found a very far-fetched excuse and taunted Xing Wu as he rolled around coquettishly, unwilling to let the Hetun punish him.

　　Not only was he wronged, he was also aggrieved.

　　"Fifteen, mother's embrace is the warmest, do not let yourself be wronged. "Eighth brother is used to sleeping alone, I'm afraid that I won't be able to serve you well."

　　Xing Ba was smarter than Xing Si and Xing Wu.

　　"The wound on Feng Xinglang's hand … "You did it?"

　　After brewing for a long time, the little fellow finally asked in a cold voice.

　　Sure enough, it was as Xing Ba expected. The little thing still cared about his father.

　　"That is my foster father's wis.h.!.+ You know, I can't make up my mind. But I already gave your mother's face, so I'm already very gentle! "

　　The little guy used the foster father Hetun to suppress his other sworn brothers; of course, Xing Ba could also use the Hetun to suppress the little thing.

　　"Well fought! "I will praise you in front of my foster father!"

　　The little guy suddenly changed the topic.

　　"..." Xing Ba was slightly startled: Could it be that this little thing, which was bigger, was playing with him too?

　　They were indeed Feng Xinglang's children, father and son's stomach full of evil schemes!

　　"Then eighth brother will thank fifteenth brother first!" If there's anything you need, just say it. "

　　Xing Ba said as he followed the little fellow's words. A tone of affectation.

　　However, he was feeling extremely bitter in his heart: Why did the job of guarding Feng Xinglang not go to Old Tweleve?