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　　Chapter 437 - He looks extremely similar to his father, Feng Xinglang!

　　Xueluo made this bold suggestion. Since the Hetun was not around today, there was no harm in going over to take a look.

　　Furthermore, it could solve the doubt in Xueluo's mind, if Hetun and Feng Xinglang's mother were so in love, why did they have to be so deep in love and hate, to the point where even her own child, the Hetun, had to be exterminated?

　　There must be something more to it!

　　If it was really Feng Xinglang's mother who betrayed the Hetun and gave birth to Feng Xinglang in love with Feng Yishan, then why did Feng Xinglang's mother still leave behind a portrait of the Hetun for her son Feng Xinglang?

　　Wasn't this clearly pulling at the pace of hatred?

　　"Good, good …" The little fellow dragged its voice, "But you didn't kiss your precious son last night!"

　　No matter how small or small he was, Lil Thing was still a five-year-old child, and he continued to linger on Mommy's soft embrace.

　　Xueluo cuddled his son in his arms, and gently pecked him a few times on the forehead.

　　"Can you take Mommy to see Big Sis now?" Xueluo asked gently.

　　But the little thing still stayed in Xueluo's arms, continuously moving left and right arrowheads, and then rubbing left and right brushes by.

　　"Nuonuo, you're already five years old, why are you still acting like a spoiled child?" Xueluo caressed his son's s.h.i.+ny black hair.

　　"Mommy belongs to me alone! I'll kiss whatever I want! "

　　The little guy cupped Xueluo's face and loudly sucked in a large mouthful, "I'll seal your seal! Seal with my, Linnuo's, personal badge! "

　　Xueluo's heart skipped a beat: This tyrannical little tone, it was extremely similar to that man!

　　After kissing her mother's lips, the little fellow held onto Xueluo's hand and walked towards a dark corridor that was deep inside the Pater Castle.

　　Because the sunlight was unable to reach them for a long period of time, the corridor was silent, and there did not seem to be any lighting.

　　Xueluo only felt his back turn cold bit by bit as he held onto his son's hand even tighter.

　　"Mommy, you're hurting your son! Are you afraid? "

　　The little guy sighed and muttered, "Sigh, you women are born to be protected by us men!"

　　"..." Xueluo was almost at a loss for words: Who did he learn all these from?

　　"Here it is! It's a pity that my foster father locked the door! " The little guy pointed to a black sandalwood door and said.