"I already said that your father is taking a bath!"

　　"It's okay, dad and I are both boys!"

　　"..."

　　Xueluo wanted to stop Nuonuo, but the little thing dodged his mother's arm and rushed into the washroom.

　　Coincidentally, Feng Xinglang did not have the civilization habit of closing the door on his hands.

　　When Linnuo ran into the bathroom, he found Feng Xinglang lying on the bathtub with his eyes closed. It was difficult for him to not hear the little fellow's roars.

　　"Father … Why are you taking a bath so early in the morning? "

　　The little guy moved forward and half crawled over the edge of the bathtub. He used his small hands to soak the bath water on his father's shoulder that was exposed on the water.

　　Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes and caressed the little fellow's chubby cheeks.

　　"Don't run around for the next few days, obediently stay by your dad and mommy's side."

　　The little guy obediently nodded, "Dad, can you tell your son: What did my second brother tell you?"

　　The little guy was quite curious. Because in his eyes, Xing Er had always been an aloof and aloof person. Cold and cool, in his words.

　　"Didn't he just say that he likes you and other sworn brothers?"

　　It was a kind word for comfort, and a perfunctory lie.

　　"There must be more!"

　　Naturally, the little guy would not believe everything he heard.

　　"Then tell me, what can Xing Er, who isn't very familiar with me, say to me?"

　　Feng Xinglang's wisdom lay in the fact that he liked to coax others to follow his way of thinking.

　　"I think, my second brother is so awesome …"

　　The little guy tilted his little head as he tried his best to think, "There will definitely be many treasures hidden. And then, I'll give you a treasure map or something like that! "

　　"..." The corner of Feng Xinglang's lips twitched: Treasure trove? Is Cong Gang counted?

　　"I'm just teasing you!"

　　Seeing his father in a daze, the little guy grinned, "Those are all told in fairy tales, there are no treasures in reality!"

　　It seemed that the little guy wasn't grieving too much because of Xing Er's death; this made Feng Xinglang feel a little more at ease.

　　Maybe because Xing Er did not get along much with the little fellow and the foster son s had a lot of casualties, the little guy was already used to it. It was a good thing that the Xing s.h.i.+'er and Xing brothers he liked were still alive.

　　And today, he had seen the Old Tweleve. Although Xing s.h.i.+'er's left cheek was wrapped in gauze, his four limbs were still relatively healthy. In the eyes of the little guy, a boy's appearance wasn't very important. Uncle and Big Bangbang, there are scars on their faces! Linnuo only thought that they were cool.