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

　　Chapter 925 - Tears Tear

　　"Fifty percent!" However... However, he only had 30% left. That guy has a weapon on him. "

　　A triangular-like object flew across the left shoulder of the V-mask, splas.h.i.+ng blood and flesh.

　　"Throw it to him! Be gentle, and don't hurt yourself! Think of a way to leave yourself, and I'll come out to meet you! "

　　"Alright!"

　　After the mask answered, he threw the canvas bag on his shoulder into the bushes beside him. Then, he leaped over a fake hill to escape the scene alone.

　　Xing s.h.i.+si did not chase after the V-mask. That was because when he opened the canvas bag, he saw a red, sleeping face.

　　This was the Little Fifteen they were looking for!

　　Hearing sounds coming from behind him, Xing s.h.i.+si immediately moved behind the fake mountain with his canvas bag; he saw Yan Bang pus.h.i.+ng Feng Xinglang's wheelchair, accompanied by a group of muscular men, heading towards the bas.e.m.e.nt.

　　Xing s.h.i.+si didn't have time to meet up with Xing s.h.i.+'er and the others, so he decided to bring the fifteen people in his canvas bag with him and leave the Yulong City.

　　The most torturous thing was to be Lin Xueluo's mother.

　　In the past few days, she had barely been able to close her eyes. He didn't want to cry, but the tears rolled down uncontrollably.

　　He had experienced too many tribulations with his son, it was enough to leave her engraved in Lin Xueluo's memory.

　　She really only wanted to live an ordinary life!

　　However, it was destined that her extremely ordinary wish could only be an extravagant hope.

　　Who could he blame?

　　Was it because of the uncle and aunt that pushed him into Feng Family?

　　Or was he blaming his charming husband?

　　Picking up a father that could shake the world, and a lover that he could sacrifice his life for …

　　And there was more than one! They weren't even men and women!

　　That was enough!

　　What a messy life atmosphere this was!

　　Xueluo thought about it: Could it be that without Feng Xinglang, the mother and son could finally calm down?

　　For the past few days, Xueluo locked herself in the master bedroom on the third floor. She decided to trust her husband, the father of her children.

　　She didn't want to go to the Shallow Water Bay to find 'help', and it wasn't convenient for her to go there to ask about the situation.

　　The only thing he could do was wait.

　　Every minute that pa.s.sed was torture for Lin Xueluo!

　　He really did not know how to calm the worry and longing for his son that filled his heart. On Xueluo's palm, there were already lines of blood marks formed from his fingernails.