Chapter 634
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He Tun's words were full of sarcasm and mockery.
"As long as I think it's worth it … it's worth it!"
Feng Xinglang uttered these words through gritted teeth.
It was true. Although the time he spent with his son Lin Nuo was very short, so short that it made him sad. But he truly experienced the glory and gratification of being a father.
Although the little guy was not willing to call him father, Feng Xinglang felt that deep in his heart, the little guy had already recognized him as his biological father.
This trip as a prisoner could be considered to be worth it.
Feng Xinglang also believed that his woman must be exhausted because of his safety.
That silly woman was always like this: she refused to say that she loved him deeply, but deep in her heart, she could not let go of this inhumane and incompetent husband.
Feng Xinglang's childhood was colorful because of his big brother Feng Lixin's love; and the woman named Lin Xueluo brought him a tough and persistent love. It was not vigorous, but it lingered in his bones.
And a good brother who was willing to go through fire and water for him …
This life was worth it!
Wasn't it?
"Can you let me die with a better understanding?"
Feng Xinglang stared at He Tun, who was standing with his back to the light. Until this moment, he still did not understand what kind of deep hatred made He Tun want to kill both of them.
Feng Xinglang suspected. But he did not have the chance to verify it. Perhaps, he did not want to verify it.
The deep hatred between him and River Tun had already formed an insurmountable ravine with flesh and blood.
"I will let you die in peace!"
He Tun snorted coldly, "Old Ten, take him away!"
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This was an extremely luxuriously decorated dark room.
It was more like a sacrificial room.
Almost all the decorations were carved from red sandalwood. It was enough to show how much He Tun loved red sandalwood ornaments.
There was no electricity here. The only thing that could be used to light up the room were the candles that He Tun was burning.
The candles were red, not the white wax used for sacrificial ceremonies.
It was not festive, but extremely strange.
As He Tun lit more and more red candles, the sacrificial room gradually became brighter.
Feng Xinglang's gaze, from the moment he entered the room, was fixed on one direction. There was a human silhouette standing there.
As the red candle grew brighter, the silhouette of the figure gradually became clearer.
Finally, Feng Xinglang saw the human silhouette of the face clearly. It was a dignified woman who was as beautiful as a lady.
It gave people a sacred and inviolable sense of purity and beauty.
It was a lifelike wax figure.
After seeing the face of the wax figure clearly, Feng Xinglang began to laugh.
At first, Feng Xinglang laughed mournfully. Slowly, his laughter grew louder and louder. It was as if he had gone crazy.
Feng Xinglang's breathing was not smooth and he was forced to cough violently! But as he coughed, he laughed maniacally. He laughed so hard that his handsome face was distorted, as if he had gone mad …
He Tun did not understand why Feng Xinglang was laughing so crazily, but he could tell that Feng Xinglang must have recognized his mother.
"You didn't even kneel when you saw your mother?"
He Tun was not in a good mood. One could say that it was very heavy. Feng Xinglang's incessant laughter made him even angrier.
It was as if his soul had wandered through the gates of hell.
Slowly, Feng Xinglang restrained his maniacal laughter. He slowly spat out three words through gritted teeth.
"She's not worthy!"
Did he gnash his teeth like this because he hated his own mother?
But as a son, no matter what his mother did wrong, she should not be so hateful!
"What an unfilial son!"
He Tun stared at Feng Xinglang coldly. Then, he turned around and gently stroked the face of the wax figure with his index finger.
He cherished it as if it was the most precious treasure in his life!
"You dog! Don't touch her! "
Feng Xinglang let out a maniacal roar. He wished he could chop off the hand that touched the wax figure.
He Tun's movements paused. When he turned to look at Feng Xinglang, his face was already clouded.
His hostility was accumulating bit by bit!
"Su He, don't be angry … I will teach this unfilial son a lesson for you."
"Get lost! Don't touch her! "
Feng Xinglang let out another thunderous roar. He struggled to break free from Xing Shi's restraint. He grabbed a lit candle with his cuffed hands and threw it at the lifelike wax figure.
Feng Xinglang would rather destroy his mother's wax figure than let He Tun touch his own mother.
Although He Tun was old, his movements were still steady and smooth. He grabbed the lit candle and extinguished the flame with his palm.
"How dare you disobey your own mother? What an unfilial son! "
He Tun shouted and kicked Feng Xing Lang Xiong, who had been imprisoned by Xing Shi again, on his chest … He Tun shouted.
Feng Xinglang hit the wall behind him. "Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of Feng Xinglang's mouth.
Some of the blood splashed on He Tun's resolute face. He wiped it with the back of his hand in disgust.
"Su He, did you see that? This is the sin you have with Feng Yishan! You're as weak as a piece of trash! "
Feng Xinglang's face, which was stained with his blood, looked even weirder and more ferocious.
Blood mixed with saliva kept dripping from Feng Xinglang's mouth.
But he was still smiling. A smile that made people's hair stand on end.
"Su He, you must feel sorry for your son, don't you? He's bleeding … He's dying … Don't you feel sorry for him? "
He Tun faced the wax figure, talking to himself as if he was possessed.
"Ah He, when you and Feng Yishan were living a carefree life, did you ever think that one day, your sin would end up like this? Your own flesh and blood will pay the blood debt for you, a pair of dogs? "
The more He Tun talked, the angrier he became. His sturdy body was trembling.
"I want to turn your son into a mummy and make him kneel in front of you forever. I want you to look at his mummy every day and repent to me on your behalf!"
He Tun seemed to want to vent the anger that he had accumulated for decades.
"Old Ten, make him kneel!"
After calming down a little, He Tun's bone-chilling voice came again.
Feng Xinglang's previous internal injuries had not fully healed. Furthermore, He Tun had given him a vicious kick when he was unprepared. Feng Xinglang's breathing at this moment was tinged with a piercing pain.
But he still stood ramrod straight. He refused to kneel to He Tun, and he refused to kneel to his mother.
Xing Shi kicked the back of Feng Xinglang's knees. Every kick made Feng Xinglang's body sway, but Feng Xinglang still stood straight and started to fight back.
The consequence of fighting back was that He Tun and Xing Shi beat him up again.
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