Chapter 1396
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He Tun's resolute old face darkened. It seemed that his daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo, was quite displeased with him!
"Yes, your mommy is right. Children should go to school more and learn more!"
But He Tun still agreed with his daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo, in front of the little fellow. "Godfather also hopes that Fifteenth can live a peaceful life! Don't be like him, who fights and kills all day long. It's too bloody and violent! "
He Tun stroked the back of the little fellow's head, his eyes filled with love.
He Tun could not help but sigh when he thought that his daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo, could not bear another child. "If only your father and mommy could give you a younger brother or sister!"
"Why do I have to have a younger brother or sister?"
The little fellow pouted proudly. "Isn't it good to have Fifteenth alone? I don't feel that you guys dote on me! "
"…"
How else could he dote on him? If he continued to dote on him, he would probably fly to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!
"How does Godfather not dote on you?"
He Tun rubbed his cheek against the little fellow. "Every time I have free time, my mind is filled with you!"
"You have to wait until he has free time to think of me?"
The little fellow snorted in dissatisfaction. "He only likes me a little!"
"Brat … Why do Godfather like you so much!" He Tun kissed the little fellow's cheek again.
The little fellow, who was a little impatient from the kisses, struggled to get up from He Tun's arms.
"Godfather, I'm going to see Old Twelve."
"You're leaving already? Aren't you going to stay with Godfather for a while longer? "
"Old Twelve's face was disfigured and he's not in a good mood. I'm going to comfort him!"
It wasn't surprising that everyone in Pate Castle liked this little thing.
The little fellow persistently knocked on the door for a long time before Xing Shier slowly opened the door.
"Why are you here? Don't you need to accompany Godfather? "
"I'm here to chat with you to relieve your boredom!" The little fellow went straight in without waiting for Xing Twelve's reply.
The gauze on Xing Twelve's head had just been changed. Coupled with his white clothes, he looked a little otherworldly.
"Old Twelve, don't worry too much! It's an honor for a man to have a scar on his face! "
The little guy was quite good at comforting people. Perhaps he didn't care about his disfigurement at all.
"If it was your father who was disfigured, wouldn't you care?"
Xing Shier walked to the dressing mirror and carefully observed the injuries on his face. It was obvious that he still cared a lot about his appearance. Everyone loves beauty.
"By the way, Fifteen, does your uncle, that Feng Lixin, have any sequelae on his face? Would there be any obvious scars? Also, will his facial movements and the direction of his muscles be restricted? "
Xing Shiyi asked the little fellow many questions in a row. Professional or non-professional.
"Of course not! My uncle's handsomeness is back! And he even had a new girlfriend! Very happy! "
Xing Twelve was silent for a moment. He had seen Feng Lixin a few times. But on the surface, Feng Lixin looked no different from an ordinary person. But whether there was anything strange that couldn't be seen on the surface, he would have to ask Feng Lixin himself.
"Fifteen, if I become ugly, will you still love me the most?"
"Of course!"
"Come on! You only know how to make me happy! Fourteenth Brother is now your uncle, so he's older than us! "
Xing Shier grumbled unhappily. Even though he was already an adult in his twenties, he couldn't help but be so childish. He was more or less affected by his single living environment.
"Calling Old Fourteenth Uncle is all for my mommy's sake! Actually, Fifteen still loves you the most! "
The little fellow hopped over and hugged Xing Shier's long legs coquettishly.
"I believe you!"
Xing Shier patted the little fellow's little head and immediately became much happier.
…
Under normal circumstances, Xue Luo would only stay in her room or study most of the time.
Even if she washed up and went to bed, she would still wear her clothes tightly.
After all, Pater Castle was filled with men. Xue Luo would deliberately pay attention to these details and reduce her presence to the minimum. This was also the way for a woman to survive among a group of men.
After dinner, Lin Nuo went to accompany River Village while Feng Xinglang went to visit Xing Ba who still couldn't walk normally.
When Feng Xinglang came in, a nurse was wiping Xing Ba's body.
After seeing Feng Xinglang, Xing Ba inevitably felt a little uneasy, so he stopped the nurse and sent him out.
Feng Xinglang sat down on the chair opposite the bed, and looked at Xing Ba, whose face was so pale that it was devoid of blood.
"River Village … Is it really worth your foolish loyalty? Each and every one of you is injured or dead? "
All in all, Feng Xinglang didn't find many good points on River Village and was puzzled that Xing Ba and the rest would be so loyal.
Xing Ba glanced at Feng Xinglang. Looks like this Crown Prince Xing has nothing to do tonight!
Tomorrow was the day of Xing Er's funeral. Other than a few seriously injured foster sons and River Village, everyone else was busy.
"Crown Prince Xing, I wonder if you have ever thought of taking over my foster father's team?"
Xing Ba's words made Feng Xinglang's lips curl up coldly. "Xing Ba, that's disgraceful!"
Feng Xinglang said half-jokingly and half-humorously. "Your foster father is not dead yet, but you don't have time to recognize a new master?"
But Xing Ba shook his head with a sad smile. "Actually, my foster father is very sad about my second brother's death …"
"I really don't see how Hetun is sad!" Feng Xinglang snorted coldly.
"It's the arrival of your family that dispelled the deep sorrow in my foster father's heart!"
Xing Ba exhaled slightly and sighed meaningfully. "I thought everything would get better and better, but I didn't expect things to be so unpredictable! It's going to be difficult for my foster father to enjoy his old age! "
"With you foster sons around him, your foster father won't be lonely in his old age!"
Feng Xinglang didn't fully understand what Xing Ba meant, or maybe he was trying to speculate and figure it out.
Xing Ba just smiled faintly and didn't respond to Feng Xinglang.
"By the way, how much do you know about Cong Gang?"
Perhaps this was the purpose of Feng Xinglang's visit tonight.
Xing Ba's face tightened. "Did my second brother mention Cong Gang to you?"
"No …" Feng Xinglang said calmly. "Didn't you say that I found a treasure by picking up Cong Gang? I just want to ask where Cong Gangbao is! "
"The one who knows Cong Gang best is my second brother! Unfortunately, he's dead now. "
"…" Didn't he ask in vain?
"But you can't control Cong Gang anyway, so don't think about him!"
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