However, the little fellow did not fire continuously. He only raised his crossbow and stared at Feng Xinglang in a daze.
Both father and son stared at each other deeply.
At this moment, the little fellow's eyes did not have any strong aggression, only a kind of sad stare.
It seemed like he wanted to speak to Feng Xinglang but hesitated.
The little fellow's mouth was tightly pursed. That look really made people love and hate him.
Suddenly, Feng Xinglang's heart inexplicably palpitated!
That was a kind of warmth that spread from his heart to every cell in his body!
Feng Xinglang suppressed the haze in the depths of his soul for so many years, as if a little sun had shone through!
He did not scold the little fellow because of his unfriendly and barbaric attitude towards him. Instead, he even wanted to stretch out his hand to touch this little fellow …
But Feng Xinglang's footsteps abruptly stopped. Because he saw the little fellow retreating backwards.
"Looks like our conversation today was not pleasant."
Feng Xinglang said warmly. Without any blame.
The little fellow wanted to get close to Feng Xinglang, but he did not dare to let Feng Xinglang near him.
It was not because he was afraid that Feng Xinglang would hurt him, but he was afraid that … in Feng Xinglang's heart, there was no place for him and mommy Xue Luo!
Also, he actually bit mommy to that extent … mommy is a girl, she needs a man to protect her! But this bastard father in front of him did not cherish his mommy at all!
"Feng Xinglang, you're so annoying! If you dare to bully me again … I … "
The words were about to come out of his mouth, but the little fellow still swallowed the word 'mommy' back down. Mommy Xue Luo had said before that he could not mention her to anyone. Especially when facing this big demon in front of him!
The little fellow's teary eyes, as well as that hesitant look, made Feng Xinglang frowned.
"Little friend, can we be reasonable? I was cut by you, how can you say that I bullied you? It was obviously you who bullied me okay? I did not even retaliate! "
Feng Xinglang wanted to correct the little fellow's' unwarranted crime '.
Looking at Feng Xinglang's shoulder that was dyed red with blood, the little fellow seemed to be a little sad.
He bit his little mouth and struggled with his emotions for a while, "Who asked you to bully a girl? This is the price you have to pay for bullying a girl! "
Was it this' bullying girls' again? Feng Xinglang's handsome brows furrowed.
"I bullied so many girls … I really don't know which one you're referring to!"
Intuitively, Feng Xinglang understood the 'girl' that the little fellow mentioned to be a little girl who was about the same age as the little thing.
"Feng Xinglang, I hate you!"
He couldn't tell Feng Xinglang about his mommy, Xue Luo, so the little fellow could only repeat this angry roar.
"Unfortunately, I quite like you! Especially that bowl cut of yours … "
Feng Xinglang approached the little girl again. The little girl instinctively wanted to dodge, but her body was already pressed against the wall behind her.
When the little fellow heard that Feng Xinglang still liked her, she felt very gratified.
It seemed that Feng Xinglang's active touch might be able to help the little fellow achieve its wish despite its reluctance.
It was a natural desire for fatherly love from the depths of one's heart!
Although on the surface, the little guy was still very resistant. After all, this bastard of a father in front of him had hurt his most, most beloved mother. Moreover, he had given birth to a little girl with another woman, and she was still in so much pain.
These were the objective reasons that made the little fellow resist Feng Xinglang.
But just as Feng Xinglang's hand was about to touch the little fellow's bowl cut, the sound of Yan Bang knocking on the door came from outside the washroom.
"Lang … Feng Xinglang! Are you inside? "
After not seeing Feng Xinglang for ten minutes, Yan Bang came out from the hall. But he found that the washroom door was locked from the inside.
"I'm here! Very good! "Feng Xinglang replied.
With a bang, Yan Bang broke the door and entered.
To the tall and mighty Yan Bang, the washroom door was no better than paper.
Seeing that there was someone coming in, the little fellow avoided Feng Xinglang's hand that was reaching out to touch his bowl cut. Holding the crossbow, he aimed at Yan Bang while retreating towards the washroom door.
"Lang, are you hurt?"
Seeing that Feng Xinglang's shoulder was dyed red with blood, and there was a crossbow arrow on it, Yan Bang immediately wanted to grab Lin Nuo who was aiming at him with the crossbow.
"Bang, I'm fine! He's still a child, let him be! "
Feng Xinglang stepped forward to stop Yan Bang who wanted to attack the little fellow. And the little fellow also cleverly took the opportunity to escape from the washroom.
"Little mongrel, he's so young but he's already the same as his adoptive father, He Tun. How could he be so cruel and vicious!"
Yan Bang harbored enmity towards anyone who harmed or attempted to harm Feng Xinglang, be it young or old, old or young.
"Uh …"
Until the little fellow safely left the washroom, Feng Xinglang let out a muffled groan of pain.
The feeling of being pierced by a crossbow arrow was really not a good one. Feng Xinglang seemed to be able to feel the cold metal rubbing against his bones.
"How's the injury?" Yan Bang broke the exposed body of the arrow.
"It's okay … It's just a flesh wound."
Feng Xinglang forced himself to look relaxed. Although the pain was not enough to kill him, it was still a carbohydrate body after all.
"Go to my place and deal with it! I don't know if this crossbow arrow is poisonous. "
Yan Bang took off his suit jacket and put it on Feng Xinglang's shoulder, covering his injured left shoulder.
"Bang, you're thinking too much. How could a little f * cking kid smear poison on an arrow! "
Until this moment, Feng Xinglang was still speaking up for Lin Nuo. It was as if he had suffered this crossbow arrow for no reason and he had no intention of venting his anger on the little fellow.
"That little thing won't do it, but it doesn't mean that He Tun won't! Can't you see that little brat has been trained by He Tun to become a bloodthirsty tool who wants to kill you, Feng Xinglang? "
Yan Bang wanted to support Feng Xinglang but was stopped by Feng Xinglang.
"I can walk by myself."
*****
A pair of big watery eyes stared at Feng Xinglang who was leaving the washroom.
The little fellow's clear eyes seemed to be blurred by a layer of water vapor. He watched Feng Xinglang leave with longing in his eyes.
"This is the first time the father and son met and you shot your own father with an arrow … How satisfying!"
Behind him, Xing Shier's voice drifted over. Actually, Xing Shier had been paying attention to everything that happened in the washroom.
The little fellow turned around and glared at Xing Shier fiercely. His little universe began to explode.
"Old Shier, why are you following me sneakily? You're so annoying, do you know that? "
The little fellow suddenly unleashed an inexplicable rage at the innocent Xing Shier.
After all, the little fellow was only a five-year-old kid. His heart was naturally fragile.
It wasn't that he didn't know that the man who was shot by him was his biological father!
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