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　　Chapter 638: I don't like to be disturbed!

　　"Mommy... "Mommy …"

　　When Linnuo, who was waiting at the entrance of Pater Castle, saw his mother carrying the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, he rushed over and helped her support his father, who was covered with wounds.

　　This was what Xueluo had requested strongly.

　　Xueluo was angry, but also tired.

　　"Nuonuo..."

　　Feng Xinglang's arm was lowered, and he could no longer exert any extra strength; he could only struggle to carry his own son within his embrace.

　　"Nuonuo, are you happy that your b.a.s.t.a.r.d father is still alive?"

　　Feng Xinglang asked wittily, his voice hoa.r.s.e. Perhaps he did not want this reunion between father and son to become tragic and miserable.

　　"Happy!"

　　The little guy tightly hugged his father's waist, and buried his face in his father's stomach.

　　"Let's go home!"

　　Feng Xinglang did not ask, nor did he question: Why did the Hetun not stop him from leaving?

　　From the moment he left the sacrifice room, he had never turned back. He just kept walking forward.

　　In the east, the sky was white as a fish's belly. The sky had turned light blue, very light.

　　The horizon that connected the water and sky turned from light green to light yellow, gradually changing from light yellow to crimson, crimson, and golden red. In the blink of an eye, a red glow appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding its scope and strengthening its brightness. Immediately after, golden light shot out in all directions, and a rising sun leapt out!

　　Feng Xinglang and his family bathed in the morning light, supporting each other, they walked out of Pater Castle's gate.

　　After seeing Wei Kang, who was helping him out, Xueluo finally felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

　　Just as they were about to get on the carriage, Linnuo's little friend suddenly turned around and waved his little hands towards the people of Pater Castle.

　　From start to finish, Feng Xinglang never turned around.

　　Cong Gang never revealed his face.

　　When Wei Kang pa.s.sed the dying Feng Xinglang into Cong Gang's hands, Feng Xinglang instinctively wanted to reach out and slap him, but instead of strength, he stuck to her.

　　"You dog... What took you so long? " He asked with a faint trace of anger.

　　"Aren't you still alive?"

　　Cong Gang sneered. Then, he placed Feng Xinglang on the modified air cus.h.i.+on.

　　When Mommy Xueluo got on the car first, the little guy was only willing to be carried by Wei Kang.

　　She washed her hands clean and caressed Feng Xinglang's body to check the exact condition of his injuries.