Chapter 1062: Dont ask again! (1/2)
The mutation and hostility of his own son Feng Xinglang made Hetun somewhat unacceptable.
The vicissitudes of his face shrouded a clear loss.
”Alang, there is no flight back to Shencheng so late. Where are you going to take fifteen? Let you go tomorrow morning ... Arang!”
Hetun wants to catch up with Feng Xinglang and his son.
After receiving the order, Ba Song immediately waved his sword to Lao Xing, who was closest to Feng Xinglang's father and son.
At that time, Ba Song was unavoidably high-profile and wantonly.
You know, here is Pete Fort, the site of his Hetun; so single-handed wielding a knife to cut people, really do not put Hetun in his eyes.
In front of Hetun, how can he tolerate Tha Bason's wantonness?
When it comes to playing swords, Xing Shier's skills must be above Ba Song; after separating Hetun from a safe distance, he flew towards Ba Song immediately! If it's not an emergency, with Xing's skill, you can play Ba Song with a ‘empty-handed white blade’.
However, knowing that the righteous father, He Tun, cut the crown prince and the fifteenth, Xing Shier directly went to the sword to chop Ba Song's hand with a dagger ...
Feng Xinglang just walked away with his son in his arms, so he couldn't help Ba Song alone. Ba Song immediately fell into a state of suffering. Coupled with Xing Shiliang's hostile behaviors that they have not been able to see, they have managed to seize this opportunity. Is there any reason why they should not be taught well? !!
At that time, Feng Xinglang wanted to help Ba Song hack people together. He just held his little cub in his arms, restraining his hands and feet.
Outside the door, the man in the Tang suit appeared again, haunting Feng Xinglang and his son.
”Prince Xing, let's have dinner first. Fifteen should be hungry.”
”Go away! I have a gun on my body, don't you feel it?”
Feng Xinglang moved the small things in his arms into the arms of his left hand, freeing his right hand to draw a gun.
”Alan, I don't want to stop you if you want to go! But if you are all here, just give your mother a pillar and go!”
He Tun chased it out, and sincerely used the ‘remove strategy’.
The gun in Feng Xinglang's hand immediately shifted his direction and aimed at Hetun, who was catching up.
”Stop! You should believe that I will really shoot!”
No reason or excuse can stop Feng Xinglang's determination to take his son away at this moment.
Hetun didn't evade, staring deeply at the place, staring at the most flesh and blood, only four meters apart.
”Aran, if you fire at me and you will resolve the hatred you have, then you will!”
These remarks are undoubtedly provoking Feng Xinglang's radical behavior.
Seeing my dad holding a gun at his father-in-law, it is still possible to shoot at any time, and the little thing is anxious.
”Why are you fighting again? I hate it!”
The little guy leaned forward and wanted to grab the gun from his father-in-law Feng Xinglang, but the bastard's father-in-law's arm was too long. As a result, he could only shake the arm of Push Xuan Feng Xinglang.
”Bang!” With a shot, Feng Xinglang fired.
Perhaps because of the shaking of his son Nono, Feng Xinglang's shot was not accurate!
Even if the shot was accurate at that time, the bullet would not land on Hetun. At that time, it was obvious that there were three righteous sons. No matter which one, Hetun would not be shot.
”Bastard Feng Xinglang, do you really shoot my elder father?”
The child Lin Nuo screamed with dissatisfaction, ”You are so annoying! My elder father just invited you to dinner and pick up my son. Why are you shooting my elder father!”
Wei Dun, the little guy began to struggle, ”Feng Xinglang, if you do this again, I won't go back with you!”
The little thing twisted his body, trying to break free from Feng Xinglang's arm; but he was tightened by his father.
Ba Song was injured and blood shed from his arm. Dripped all the way.
”Don't stop me again! Bullets don't have eyes!”
Feng Xinglang didn't move because of his son's words. He bit his words low and hissed.
At this moment, it seems to be a deadlock:
Ba Song was trapped in the living room; any escape action might kill him; and Feng Xinglang and his son were trapped in the door of the living room. Because Wyler clung to the small things and transferred a lot of Feng Xinglang's energy, he could not perform at all.
”Alang, I know you hate me, and blame me ... but your mother gave birth to you and gave you life! You have come a long way, and it ’s so difficult to give her a pillar of incense and leave.
Hetun still did not give up to convince his son Feng Xinglang to stay tonight. Because Feng Xing Rankine stayed tonight, there was a real icebreak between the father and son.
”Daddy, just give the beautiful grandma in the little black house a column incense! The beautiful grandma gave you a hard job! We all have to love our dear mommy!”
Obviously, the words of ”filial obedience” by small things were inculcated.
”Hetun, every word and every act you are doing is deceiving yourself and humiliating yourself! I have only one father. His name is Feng Yishan!”
Feng Xinglang's words were more and more fierce, one after another, like a sword straight into the heart of Hetun.
In other words, no matter what kind of effort Hetun makes, it is all useless self-deception; he won't appreciate it at all.
The behavior of Hetun has become like a clown, just entertaining himself.
Hetun's tall body was stunned, and Xing Shiren held it lightly behind him to stabilize.
”Alan, you're right ... I really don't deserve to be your father ... I really don't deserve it! I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for Su He ... I'm sorry for your mother and son ...”
Hetun's eyes filled with turbid liquid. Maybe it's really old, the whole person looks extraordinarily emaciated and tired.
”I don't have time to listen to your crooked! If you really want to regret, go to **** and regret it with my mother!”
Feng Xinglang prevented Hetun from continuing with a screaming approach.