Chapter 1388 - Deaths from Deaths and Deaths

　　It could make people feel calm, heal, and feel good!

　　Feng Xinglang was also quite surprised: His journey to Pater Castle this time, had actually become a Healing Type character?

　　When did he gain such high awareness?

　　Around 11 PM, Feng Xinglang dragged his exhausted body back to his wife Lin Xueluo's room.

　　Xueluo's bedroom was around the corner on the second floor, which was close to the study room. It was quiet and secretive, so it would not be disturbed.

　　After all, everyone in the Pater Castle was a man. Xueluo, a woman, would feel out of place if she lived here for five years. Fortunately, Xueluo was a smart woman, and she knew how to lower her sense of existence.

　　Fortunately, the foster son s of the Hetun were not perverts. Only then did Xueluo and her son manage to live here peacefully for five years.

　　But it was only relative tranquility, because in Xueluo's opinion, in those five years, every day she spent in the Pater Castle, she was on tenterhooks!

　　Fortunately, everything changed now!

　　The person he feared the most had actually become his father-in-law! The father of his own husband; the grandfather of his own child!

　　What a lucky fool!

　　"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Aren't you sleepy? "

　　Seeing the woman waiting for him, Feng Xinglang became warm.

　　"Xinglang, Xing s.h.i.+'er's injuries … Is it serious? "

　　Xueluo leaned on the bedside, reading books to pa.s.s the time, while waiting for his husband to return.

　　"You should still worry about this husband of yours!"

　　Seeing that the woman wasn't waiting for him purely because of him, Feng Xinglang brought the woman's waist and fell on the small bed that was only 1.5 meters wide.

　　"Xinglang... Move aside … It's my turn! "

　　With Feng Xinglang's muscular body pressing down on him, Xueluo was really unable to bear his weight.

　　"A pretentious Little Girl Lin, seems like she's made her husband's appet.i.te even more!"

　　Feng Xinglang purposely stuck closer, squeezing out the s.p.a.ce between him and Xueluo. "It's not like I haven't pressed … Have you found it? "

　　"Feng Xinglang, can you be a little more serious? I'm asking you about Xing s.h.i.+'er's injuries! "

　　Xueluo knew that the man was extremely tired today, so he took the initiative to help the man stretch his tight muscles.

　　"What a nice young fellow, your looks are all ruined!"

　　Feng Xinglang dragged his voice, "Hetun is really a crazy fella!"

　　"Is it appropriate for you to say that to your own father?"

　　Xueluo muttered before asking again, "Is Xing s.h.i.+'er's injury really severe? Can you do cosmetic surgery later on? "Your big brother …"

　　Once he thought about how he made Feng Lixin into such a state, and how he was the main culprit, Xueluo stopped himself from speaking further.