Only the two of them knew what kind of feelings they had for each other.
It was something deeply ingrained in his bones!
At this moment, Feng Lixin's tears proved that he understood what Feng Xinglang had done!
Just like when he was in the fire in the underground warehouse, he did not even think and left the hope of survival to Feng Xinglang!
"As long as you live, I will live!"
Feng Xinglang kissed Feng Lixin's forehead.
Feng Lixin could not be more clear about this sentence. Because half a year ago, he said it to Feng Xinglang in the underground warehouse.
At that time, when he said it, he did not ask for anything in return.
But today, at this moment, Feng Xinglang still used this kind of method to repay him!
Feng Lixin did not know how to reject Feng Xinglang, so he kept sobbing and crying.
It was said that a man's tears were the most precious, but at this moment, Feng Lixin could not stop crying.
He did not try to persuade Feng Xinglang because he did not know where to start.
Feng Xinglang turned around and faced He Tun again. His sharp eyes became calm again.
"He Tun, if you are still a f * cking man, don't shoot a weak woman who does not even have the strength to truss a chicken!
If you have the guts, then … "
A 'bang' sound of a gunshot interrupted Feng Xinglang's provocative and arrogant words.
Xue Luo closed her eyes tightly and used her hands to protect her stomach. Before she could understand the intention of Feng Xinglang's provocative words, she heard a gunshot.
It was very ear-piercing in the spacious cabin!
Xue Luo even stopped breathing!
She thought that the gun in He Tun's hand had hit her body. After she recovered from the shock, she realized that there were no traces of being shot on her body.
There was no pain at all. Xiao Guai was still in her stomach!
Did the bullet not hit her? But she clearly heard the sound of the bullet hitting the target.
If she was not shot, then who was shot?
Xue Luo hurriedly turned around to check.
Just one look and Xue Luo's face was full of tears.
The bullet had hit Feng Xinglang's right leg.
Fresh blood was flowing out from the bloody hole.
Feng Xinglang's body staggered a few steps. He only managed to stabilize his body when he hit the wheelchair behind him, not collapsing.
He Tun had said that he would make Feng Xinglang pay for every word of his arrogance!
Now, this bullet was Feng Xinglang's payback for what he had just said, "If you're still a f * cking man, don't shoot at a weak woman who doesn't even have the strength to truss a chicken!"
He Tun had wanted to use this spear to force Feng Xinglang to kneel before him. To dispel his youthful arrogance.
Unexpectedly, Feng Xinglang staggered a few steps before finally stabilizing his body. He stared at River Town with even more confidence and calmness.
Not only was there an indestructible will in those eyes, but there was also a ruthlessness that seemed to want to eat He Tung alive.
"Alright …"
Xue Luo choked with sobs. She seemed to have just realized that Feng Xinglang's provocative words just now were to provoke He Tun into turning his gun and shooting at him.
"Listen to your woman's cry, how miserable it is!"
He Tun snorted disdainfully.
Xue Luo quickly stopped crying and wiped the tears off her face.
This was Feng Xinglang's woman!
"He Tun, are you old? You don't even have the strength to fire a second shot? "
Feng Xinglang was laughing. In a mocking manner.
He was provoking He Tun. Luring him to continue shooting at him.
Undoubtedly, Feng Xinglang was stalling for time. He wanted to buy more time for Cong Gang and Old Chu's soldiers.
When he kissed Feng Lixin's forehead just now, he had already felt the tracking device in his biceps activate.
The small vibration gave rise to a slight itch, as if Cong Gang was telling Feng Xinglang:
He already knew his position and was rushing over.
It was another provocative and arrogant provocation.
Feng Xinglang's right leg that was shot had already started to tremble unstably. He shifted his center of gravity to his left leg to reduce the load on his injured right leg.
But He Tun's muzzle turned to Lin Xue Luo, aiming directly at her slightly bulging abdomen.
There was a little life that was only four months old!
This time, Xue Luo did not turn around, but still used her hands to protect her abdomen.
She wanted her child to know: Mother can't bear to lose it! So mother used her hands to protect in front of it!
But my child, you are also Feng Xinglang's child. If your father can face the cruelty of the devil, you should be able to do it too!
Xue Luo opened her eyes and looked at He Tun. She was facing his almost inhumane cruelty.
He Tun was sitting in the east facing west, while Xue Luo was standing in the north facing south.
From this angle, she could see He Tun's side profile.
Actually, when she was staring at He Tun's side profile, Xue Luo did not think of anything.
What made Xue Luo think of something was when she looked at the end of He Tun's eyes. From afar, it looked like crow's feet, but when she looked closely, she realized that it was actually a long scar.
Xue Luo studied visual media, so she remembered it very clearly.
That was a mistake!
She thought that it was a mistake!
At this moment, although Xue Luo was trembling with fear in the face of death, she was calm. Because Feng Xinglang was by her side.
Maybe Feng Xinglang did not like her and her son, but this did not stop her from admiring the man who was willing to sacrifice everything for his brother. At least he was a good brother who valued relationships and loyalty!
Oh right, Xue Luo remembered …
That painting!
Feng Xinglang's mother's belongings.
That half-finished painting … that mistake at the end of the eyes!
Xue Luo had always thought that Feng Xinglang's mother did not finish the painting or that it was a mistake.
But now it seemed that it was not a mistake that Feng Xinglang's mother left at the end of the man's eyes, but that mistake was actually a scar.
So when Xue Luo first saw that painting, she was puzzled: The man in the painting was obviously a young man, why would there be such a deep wrinkle?
So it was not a wrinkle, nor was it a mistake, but a scar!
Xue Luo suddenly thought: Could the painting that Feng Xinglang's mother painted be of He Tun?
The man in the painting had a pair of eyes that were as sharp as an eagle's …
And at this moment, He Tun … had it too!
And the more Xue Luo looked at it, the more she looked like …
"Bang!" Another unguarded gunshot rang out.
Xue Luo was shocked, her mind went blank.
This time, the bullet did not land on her body. Her whole body was still unharmed.
When she fixed her eyes, Xue Luo was shocked to discover that He Tun's gun was once again aimed at Feng Xinglang!
The bullet hit the left half of Feng Xinglang's chest, which was where his heart was.
Seeing that the left half of Feng Xinglang's shirt was dyed red with blood, Xue Luo cried out in pain:
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