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　　Chapter 625 - Die as you please!

　　However, Feng Xinglang's eyes were deep.

　　It didn't look funny or childish.

　　His own son used his own body to threaten Xing Ba? It would be better if the little thing wasn't injured. However, Feng Xinglang believed in his son. He would cherish his body for his own mother. The little thing knew Mommy would feel sorry for him.

　　Actually, this b.a.s.t.a.r.d of his father would also feel sorry for him.

　　"I'm not playing with you. I'm serious."

　　Feng Xinglang looked straight into Xing Ba's eyes, a gaze so calm that it would make people s.h.i.+ver.

　　Xing Ba also restrained the ridicule on his face, and stared straight at Feng Xinglang who was staring at him.

　　After a long while, a sentence came out from his mouth:

　　"I really don't believe that you're really willing to die!"

　　Looking left and right, Feng Xinglang did not seem like the type of shallow person who sought death. Therefore, Xing Ba felt that: Feng Xinglang must be trying to play some tricks with him.

　　"Of course I can't bear to die!"

　　Feng Xinglang answered with an affirmative tone. After a while, he said: "But if you force me, I will die early."

　　Xing Ba's long and narrow eyes had even become long slits.

　　"Feng Xinglang, what tricks do you want to play with me this time?"

　　To a certain extent, Xing Ba still harbored enmity towards Feng Xinglang.

　　Last time, the furry bear had successfully crushed his intelligence quotient and took Little Fifteen away from his sight. This made Xing Ba feel depressed for quite a while.

　　He knew that Feng Xinglang's brain was better than his, so the principle he followed before his foster father returned was: wait and see!

　　In other words, he could not see Feng Xinglang tormenting himself.

　　This way, he could avoid falling for Feng Xinglang's trick.

　　"You know: your foster father Hetun doesn't want me to die! At least before he returns here, I must be alive! "

　　Feng Xinglang kept looking deep into Xing Ba's eyes. He was fighting with intelligence, playing with scheming.

　　"Otherwise, your foster father wouldn't have brought a person like me, who was half dead, to his lair from afar. Furthermore, he even made the doctor treat me with all his heart …

　　It was enough to say that he hadn't abused me enough!

　　If I suddenly died, would you say that Hetun would not be in a good mood?

　　If he was displeased, the one who will suffer, will be you, Xing Ba!

　　As for your foster father's methods, I believe your other sworn brothers have long since experienced them. "