Chapter 1798 - l.u.s.t 3

　　At that time, Feng Xinglang was extremely focused on listening in.

　　He could even count the rhythm and timing of each step the little fellow took.

　　It had to be said that the thing that Xing s.h.i.+'er had obtained was extremely powerful in terms of technology. He could even hear the sound of the little fellow's breathing.

　　"Bang, bang, bang …"

　　The bug boy stopped outside a closed door. The door was tightly locked, and no matter how hard the little fellow slapped it, it wouldn't budge at all.

　　Feng Xinglang checked the little guy's position. It was at the western corner of the second floor. And that door had always been tightly locked in Feng Xinglang's memories. But why did the little thing keep banging on the door?

　　Could it be that the door had been opened at some point?

　　A series of a.s.sociations rose up: his son's quilt, for example; his son's burp; his son's mumbling worm … It should be a living being!

　　Feng Xinglang was quite sharp. But now, under his attentive surveillance, it had weakened quite a bit.

　　Of course, in the presence of a Senior Magus, his little bit of alertness was completely negligible.

　　A wisp of smoke drifted over, bringing with it the faint smell of herbs.

　　Feng Xinglang, who was lying on his side, had not realized that the composition in the air around him had changed at all.

　　He didn't even notice the faint sound of her sighing in the darkness.

　　Before Feng Xinglang even took a few breaths, he felt his eyelids becoming heavy to the point that he could not even open his eyes.

　　This c.r.a.ppy place with a broken sofa, was it that easy to sleep?

　　Feng Xinglang rubbed his tired eyes, he wanted to raise his consciousness to continue monitoring his son's movements, but he was still trapped by layers upon layers of sleepiness, and finally fell asleep.

　　A bony and slightly coa.r.s.e hand slowly reached over, and very easily removed the invisible earplug from Feng Xinglang's ear; he gave it to his ear for two or three seconds before bringing it back.

　　Originally, he wanted to put it back into Feng Xinglang's ears, but after a slight pause, she placed her hand next to his ear.

　　The face was as handsome as ever, with a sharp, clear aura; his handsomeness was tainted with a tinge of evilness.

　　The slumbering Feng Xinglang lost her usual hostility and craftiness, but instead gained a bit of gentleness and beauty: dense sword-like brows, high nose bridge, and those lips that were as tranquil as water …