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

　　Chapter 1114: Mistress Pressing s.h.i.+p?

　　"Smelly Old Five, if you dare stop me again, I'll annihilate you!"

　　The little guy let out an evil qi and immediately ran towards his bedroom after getting off Xing Wu's body.

　　He was going to get his crossbow.

　　Facing Little Fifteen, who was holding a crossbow and aiming it at him, Xing Wu still stood guard at the entrance without moving at all.

　　This wasn't the first time the little guy had raised this thing at him. He would occasionally be hit by arrows, but very rarely.

　　Xing Wu, who was as strong as an ox, also never treated Little Fifteen's toy crossbow as a task.

　　"Fifteen!" "Don't mess around!"

　　Hetun's face sank as she shouted.

　　"The smelly Old Five stopped me from going to find Mommy!"

　　The little guy cried out.

　　"You're just a little kid, where are you going to find your mommy? "I already said that as soon as we hear news of your mother, Eighth Brother and the others will inform us!"

　　Hetun walked over and forcibly took the crossbow from the little fellow's hands. This was because the Hetun knew that the little thing would really fire its crossbow at the Xing Wu.

　　"Humph!" None of you are going to save my mommy! You are all bad people! I don't care about you guys! "

　　The little guy let out an angry roar, then ran towards Mommy's original bedroom with tears in its eyes.

　　On the bed laid his father, Feng Xinglang, who was still deep in sleep.

　　"Feng Xinglang, wake up! They're not going to save my mommy. My mommy's been missing for days! They would lock Mommy in the little dark room and not give her food or water. Mommy alone can be very scared and very upset. "

　　The little guy hurriedly shook his father Feng Xinglang's arm, and repeated his concern and concern for his mother's Mimi Xueluo.

　　"Nuonuo... Nuonuo... "

　　The unconscious Feng Xinglang suddenly let out two murmurs. His voice was strong, as if he was struggling to wake up from a nightmare. However, the layers of Nightmare Terrors pressured down on him, causing even his breathing to become hurried.

　　"I'm here! Father... Wake up! Let's go save Mommy together, it's been almost three days! "

　　The little guy nuzzled Feng Xinglang's face with his little head. Seeing that the b.a.s.t.a.r.d's father was still not awake, in a moment of desperation, he bit the back of his father's hand. It wasn't too hard, but the bite was too painful to ignore.

　　"Ugh …" Xueluo... "Don't go..."

　　However, Feng Xinglang just muttered a few words and that was it.

　　Just as the little fellow was considering whether it was time to bite again, Hetun walked in and picked up the little thing from Feng Xinglang's body.