Chapter 636: It is an insult to Feng Xinglang! (2/2)
Xing Shiliang clearly distinguished: That was Lin Xueluo's voice!
What does this woman do?
”Twelve, did you hear that?” He Tun shook Xing Shiren's shoulder fiercely.
”Father, I heard ... the voice seemed to come from the outside.”
Xing Shiliang also seemed surprised by Yi Wei He Tun's weird and thrilling look. It seems that he did not think of an ‘Amu’, which would make his father-in-law so mad.
Xing's twelve words did not fall, and Hetun had stumbled out of the sacrificial room.
Did things change for the better?
”Stop it!”
Xing Shiliang immediately stopped the Egyptians, ”stitch his wounds first!”
After that, Xing XII chased out.
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It was Lin Xueluo who yelled 'Amu' in a torn heart.
She was stopped by Pete Xing, the fourth and fourth Xing Laowu. No matter how she knelt and begged, they were indifferent.
Because Hetun said: Without his permission, no one can trespass or leave Peteburg.
In desperation, Xue Luo could only do his best, screaming and screaming 'Amu' outside the door of Pete Fort.
She feels that none of the words allowed to let Hetun be heard more.
Only if Hetun heard her voice would she be able to enter Pete Fort. So see Hetun!
Xing Laosi and Xing Laowu are quite dedicated. Yifu Hetun only said that no one was allowed to enter and leave Pittsburgh, and did not allow anyone to call.
Besides, Lin Xueluo is not an outsider. Convenient, they will also be good old people in the face of Xiaoshi's face without violating Yifu Hetun's order.
Hetun, who rushed out of the sacrifice room, followed the call of 'Amu'.
After seeing the light and the wind, Hetun seemed to calm down.
It is impossible for a woman who has been dead for decades to survive;
A wax figure is even less likely to speak.
At the entrance of Fort Pete, Hetun saw Lin Xuefall. Lin Xuelu, who was shouting 'Amu'.
Suddenly, Hetun's radon accumulated again.
”It's you? Seek death!”
The tricked Hetun pulled out a gun from Xing Laowu in anger, reaching Lin Xueluo's eyebrows fiercely.
Ke Linxue was laughing. Tears laughed.
”Hetun, in fact, this gun should be on your own head! Mama Feng loves you wrongly ... you don't deserve the love of Mama Feng!”
”To shut up!”
With a click, Hetun loaded the pistol.
”Feng Xinglang died?” Xue Luo did not fear the loaded gun in Hetun's hand.
”You are late! He has been made into a corpse by me! I want him to kneel in front of his mother forever and pay the debt for his mother!”
”Feng Xinglang is dead? He is dead ...”
Suddenly, Xue Luo burst into tears, distraught.
”Hetun, how could you have killed your own son? Tiger poisoning is not eating ... how can you be so cruel?”
”Lin Xueluo, in order to save Feng Xinglang, you can spread any lie!”
Hetun snorted coldly.
”Feng Xinglang, in fact, his real name should be Xing Lang. Like you, he is also Xing! Because he is your biological son Xing Mu!”
Snow fell into tears.
I tried my best, but I was a little late.
A puppet, snow fell and fell to the ground. Her world seemed to come to an abrupt halt at once.
”Lin Xueluo, don't you think your reason is so ridiculous?”
Because Feng Xinglang's name has a homophonic 'Xing', did he lie that Feng Xinglang was his Xing Mu's son?
”Your trick is so mean!” Of course Hetun would not believe it.
The snow fell to the ground, sad, wailing, and murmured softly:
”I hear love ... I believe in love!
Love is a struggling cyanobacteria ...
Like a mighty wind ...
Through my blood loss meridians ...
Belief in the years! ”
”See Wulang ... Si Amu ... Hahahaha, Mama Feng, you really love the wrong person! This man is not worth your love at all, but you have been humiliated and vilified, and you have to give him his child……”
Hetun is dead!
”You still don't believe it? It's too easy to verify my lies: use Feng Xinglang's blood to do a paternity test, don't you know the truth?”
Xue Luo climbed up from the ground and sat up, facing the rigid face of Hetun with a smile.
”But I don't think it's necessary to do it! Because that is a stigma to Feng's mother, and an insult to Feng Xinglang! Because Feng Xing Langning died, he didn't want to have your father!”
The snow fell angry.
There was a fierce rush of fire, and a sigh, a blood spewed out of Hetun's mouth.
It took a long time before Hetun hissed out a word:
”do!”
(End of text! End of tomorrow.)