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

　　Chapter 882 - Unruly Proceeding to the End

　　Like an arrow that had just left the bow, he sprinted towards the direction of the Shallow Water Bay.

　　Last time when Hetun went to Feng Family to take a look at fifteen, he had already severely challenged Feng Xinglang's bottom line.

　　This time, the Hetun used it to s.n.a.t.c.h it!

　　Want to 'strike first to gain the upper hand'?

　　"Nuonuo... Nuonuo... "

　　Just as the sprint stopped at the entrance of the Shallow Water Bay, Feng Xinglang jumped out and shouted with obvious anger, as he ran towards the villa's entrance.

　　When Feng Xinglang called out the first 'Nuonuo', the vigilance of the people of Hetun, quietened down.

　　"It seems to be my b.a.s.t.a.r.d father!"

　　Linnuo's vigilance slowed down by half a beat. He put down his crystal hoof that he was chewing on and listened attentively.

　　"Feng Linnuo..."

　　"Ah... It really is Feng Xinglang the b.a.s.t.a.r.d! "

　　The little guy cried out in alarm, dropped his hooves, and ran into the room.

　　"Foster father, that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang must be here to capture me! I'll go hide first. You take him away! "

　　Watching the little fellow escape in a nervous and cheerful manner, the Hetun smirked.

　　He rather liked the sight of the father and son hiding away like this.

　　As his children and grandchildren walked around his knees, their hearts were filled with endless joy.

　　Alright, Hetun started to think too much about it again.

　　"Nuonuo... Feng Linnuo! "

　　Feng Xinglang rushed straight in. Ever since his glorious ident.i.ty as a son of the Hetun was exposed to the world, he had either not entered at all, or charged right in.

　　In view of the halo he brought along and the Gold Medallion of Immunity, Xing s.h.i.+'er and the others did not stop him.

　　He couldn't stop it either!

　　The only thing they could do was to increase their defensive capabilities. Not allowing Feng Xinglang to make such an inhumane move as killing his father.

　　Fortunately, Feng Xinglang had always been quite "calm".

　　"Ah Lang is here..."

　　Hetun let out a gentle cry as he looked benevolently at his son Feng Xinglang, who was from the same line of sight as him.

　　Actually, Hetun still quite minded about this surname 'Feng'. Not only did his own son insist on having the surname 'Feng', he even added the word 'seal' on his grandson along with him.

　　Feng Xinglang ignored the existence of the Hetun, and glanced at the seat that should have just been vacated beside him.

　　The information that came out from the unfinished crystal hoof was that the little thing was still nibbling happily when it heard its dad calling out to it. It had gone into hiding!

　　"Nuonuo, your father came to bring you home. Be good, come out quickly."

　　Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger in his heart, and tried his best to sound kind.

　　"Fifteen was there just now … Twelve, did you see fifteen? "

　　Alright, Hetun's muddleheaded act really made people's teeth ache.

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er was making a salad for Linnuo and his friends. Hearing foster father Hetun say that, he frowned his beautiful eyebrows slightly.

　　"Fifteen is hiding! I don't want to go home with you, the son of a b.i.t.c.h! He said that it's enough for you to have a baby who loves to cry all day long. His own son is not important at all! "

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er, this child, was really honest.

　　He dared to speak the truth!

　　Feng Xinglang's handsome brows sank even deeper.

　　"Nuonuo... Come out and go back with your father! "Otherwise..."

　　Feng Xinglang stretched out his voice and began to play psychological tactics with his son.

　　"Otherwise, my father would be very unhappy! If your father is unhappy, he will vent his anger on you and Mommy … Do you want to see your real dad beat up your favorite mommy? "