He Tun staggered as he walked out of the sacrificial room.
There seemed to be an invisible hand strangling his neck, making it hard for him to breathe.
It was suffocating!
He Tun didn't know why he had such a strange feeling. It was as if he was punished not that woman and Feng Yishan's seed of sin, but He Tun himself.
After suppressing his grievances for so many years, he should be relieved and happy at this moment, but He Tun felt that his mood was even heavier. 'What's wrong with me?'
He Tun instinctively wanted to reach out and grab something to stabilize his body. However, he staggered and fell to the side.
"Godfather …"
Xing Shier rushed forward and picked up the tottering He Tun with his arms. "Godfather, what's wrong with you?"
Xing Shier clearly felt that his godfather was trembling. And He Tun's palms were already wet with sweat.
He Tun steadied himself and waved at Xing Shier.
"I'm fine … Where's Fifteen?"
He Tun urgently needed someone to comfort his trembling soul.
"Old Eight is with him!"
Xing Shier found that his godfather, He Tun, was increasingly inseparable from Fifteen.
Xing Shi was left to guard Feng Xinglang and the sacrificial room, while Xing Shier helped He Tun to Fifteen's nursery.
In front of the nursery, He Tun pushed away Xing Shier who was supporting him. After slightly adjusting his breathing, He Tun pushed the door open and entered.
These days, Xing Shier had the opportunity to spend time alone with Fifteen. In just a few days, they seemed to have all kinds of brotherly feelings.
The moment He Tun pushed the door open and entered, Xing Shier immediately jumped up from the nursery. He knew that his godfather, He Tun, didn't like others to be too close to his most beloved Fifteen.
"Fifteen … Fifteen?"
He Tun lowered his voice and called out twice. He didn't get angry when he didn't get a response from the little fellow. Instead, he leaned over and gently pecked the little fellow's cheek.
"You little thing, why are you sleeping like a little pig?"
As he spoke, He Tun took off his military leather boots and moved to the nursery. The nursery was not big, so He Tun could only lie on his side. But it seemed that he insisted on sleeping with the little fellow in the nursery tonight.
Just as Xing Ba was about to say something, she was dragged out of the nursery by Xing Shier.
"Twelfth, what's wrong with foster father?" Xing Ba felt that his foster father was acting very strange tonight.
"I don't know! Let's let Fifteen accompany foster father tonight. "Xing Shier also had a heavy heart.
"Has Feng Xinglang been punished by foster father?" Xing Ba asked again.
"Not yet … But Feng Xinglang's injuries are not light. Whether or not he can survive tonight will depend on his own luck."
At that time, Xing Shier was standing guard outside the sacrificial chamber. He wasn't participating. But he knew everything that had happened inside.
"Fifteen … seems to know that his father is in Pater Castle," Xing Eight reminded Xing Twelve ambiguously.
"Yes … That's why my foster father asked us to set up another trap. Let Fifteen think that his father has been rescued from Pater Castle. As long as Feng Xinglang dies outside Pater Castle, he will be cleared of all responsibility! "
Xing Ba was silent for a while before he sighed, "Foster Father really put in a lot of effort for Fifteenth!"
After a short pause, Xing Ba added, "But I think that even if Feng Xinglang dies outside Pater Castle, Fifteen will still argue with foster father."
"Since you know the seriousness of the matter, why did you let Fifteen see Feng Xinglang?"
Xing Shier asked back.
"It's … it's Fifteen who found out about his father." Xing Ba was evasive.
"You know very well whether or not you are a good person in front of Fifteen!"
Xing Shier flashed and left after saying these words.
Xing Ba was silent, thinking about something for a long time.
*****
When Fifteen woke up, the sun was already shining brightly outside. The sky above Pater Castle was clear and boundless.
The little fellow was held in an embrace, and it was not comfortable.
She looked up and saw her foster father, He Tun, who was holding her in his arms.
He Tun's strong body could only be turned sideways, and most of his back was exposed, but the little fellow was wrapped tightly in his arms.
"Foster father?" The little fellow murmured with a childish laziness.
"Yes." He Tun instinctively tightened his arms. "You are awake so early? Sleep a little longer. "
The little fellow pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed to have plucked up his courage.
"Foster father, can you let go of that bastard Feng Xinglang? Kick him out of Pater Castle … Then, I'll stay in Pater Castle and accompany my adoptive father. "
There was an inexplicable sense of heroism in the little fellow's tone. For his father, Feng Xinglang, he could even give up the freedom he had always wanted.
"Feng Xinglang treated you and your mother so cruelly. Why do you still forgive him? Just because he is your father? "
He Tun did not admit or deny that Feng Xinglang was in Pater Castle. Instead, he asked the little fellow from another angle.
"Neither mommy nor I have forgiven him! But Feng Xinglang is not the enemy of Fifteen and mommy … "
"Then who is your and your mommy's enemy? Could it be Foster Father? "
He Tun interrupted Fifteen angrily.
The little fellow pursed his lips and said nothing. He just stared at He Tun with a pleading look. Mommy had said, "When foster father is angry, you can't disobey him. You have to go along with him. Otherwise, you will only attract more beatings. "
The little fellow was not afraid of being beaten by He Tun, but he was afraid that his foster father would vent his anger on his father, Feng Xinglang. It was just like what Eighth Brother had said: In a fit of rage, Foster Father would cut the bastard's father into pieces.
After one night, He Tun's hostility seemed to have accumulated again. Without the suffocation of last night, his fierce and cruel nature was restored.
He Tun stared at Fifteen, and Fifteen looked back at He Tun. One old and one young, it seemed that they were playing a silent game.
What made He Tun angry was not only Fifteen's pleading for his bastard father, but also the way he looked at He Tun at this moment.
It was no longer completely innocent, but had a little more of his own thoughts.
There was a trace of rebellion, as well as a vague sense of anger and hatred.
The child he had raised with his own hands, how could he turn against his adoptive father for their common enemy, Feng Xinglang?
"Eighth Brother!"
He Tun roared.
"Foster father!" Eighth Brother, who was guarding outside the door, immediately pushed the door open and entered.
"Watch Fifteen! Don't let him leave this room! "
He Tun roared fiercely and left the children's room. He was barefoot and even forgot to wear his military boots.
"Foster father … You can't kill Feng Xinglang! I will hate you! I will hate you forever! No matter how much of a bastard he is, he is still my father! "
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