Chapter 634: Feng Xinglangs smile was stained with blood (1/2)

He Tun's words were full of sarcasm and mockery.

”As long as I feel worth it ... it's worth it!”

Feng Xinglang overflowed from his teeth.

indeed so. Although he had a short time with his son Lin Nuo, it was so short-lived that he felt sad. But he truly experienced the glory and comfort of being a father.

Although the little guy hadn't said a word to his father, Feng Xinglang felt that deep down, the little guy had already recognized his dear.

This trip to the ”Prisoner of the Steps” is also considered worthwhile.

Feng Xinglang also believed that his woman must be tired and exhausted for her safety.

The stupid woman always said that she refused to say that she had always loved herself deeply, but deep down she could not release or let go of his inhuman and incompetent husband.

Feng Xinglang's childhood was colorful because of his brother Feng Lixin's love; and the woman named Lin Xueluo brought him a tough and persistent love. Not vigorous, but entangled in the bones.

And a good brother who was willing to die for him ...

This life is worth it!

Is not it?

”Can I die a little bit better?”

Feng Xinglang stared at Hetun, standing in backlight. Until this moment, he still did not understand: what kind of deep hatred made Hetun want to kill the two brothers.

Feng Xinglang suspected it. But no chance to verify. Perhaps he didn't want to verify it.

The deep hatred has become an insurmountable gap between him and Hetun.

”Will make you die!”

Hetun snorted, ”Old ten, take him away!”

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This is an extremely luxuriously decorated darkroom.

More like a sacrifice house.

Almost all the furnishings are carved from rosewood. Enough to see: how much Hetun has a preference for rosewood ornaments.

No power here. The only thing that can be used for lighting is the candle that Hetun is lighting.

The candle is red, not white wax for worship.

Not festive, but rather weird.

As more and more red candles were lit in Hetun, this sacrifice room gradually became brighter.

Feng Xinglang's eyes fixed in one direction from the moment he entered the room. There are human silhouettes standing there.

As his red candle became brighter, the outline of the human figure gradually became clearer.

Finally, Feng Xinglang saw the face of the human figure: a beautiful woman as beautiful as a lady.

Gives a pure and sacred beauty that is sacred and inviolable.

It was a lifelike wax figure.

After looking at the face of this wax figure, Feng Xinglang started to laugh.

First, she laughed sternly; slowly, Feng Xinglang's laughter grew louder and louder, just as nervous.

Breathing failed to connect smoothly, so Feng Xinglang was forced to cough violently! But he coughed, but laughed wildly, and his face was twisted, like crazy ...

Hetun didn't understand why Feng Xinglang laughed so madly, but he could see: Feng Xinglang should have recognized his mother.

”See your mother and not kneel?”

Hetun's mood was unpleasant. It can be said to be heavy. And Feng Xinglang kept laughing, which made him even more envious.

The soul seemed to march once in a ghost gate.