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Chapter 475: It seems that our conversation today was not a pleasant one

However, the little fellow didn't attack continuously, it only raised its crossbow and stared at Feng Xinglang.

The father and son duo stared at each other deeply.

At this moment, the little guy's eyes no longer held any strong hostility, they were only filled with sadness.

It seemed like she wanted to speak to Feng Xinglang, but she hesitated.

The little guy's little mouth was tightly pursed. That small appearance was truly lovable and hateful.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang's heart skipped a beat yet again!

It was a warmth that spread from his heart to every cell in his body!

Feng Xinglang had suppressed the haze and haze in his soul for so many years, it was as if a small morning sun had seeped into his soul!

He didn't rebuke the little thing because the little guy was barbaric and unfriendly towards him. He even wanted to reach out and touch the little fellow …

But Feng Xinglang's footsteps stopped abruptly. Because he saw the little guy retreating.

"It seems that our conversation today wasn't pleasant."

Feng Xinglang said warmly. No blame.

The little guy wanted to get close to Feng Xinglang, but was so shy that he didn't dare let Feng Xinglang near him.

Not because he was afraid Feng Xinglang would hurt him, but because he was afraid … In Feng Xinglang's eyes, there was no longer any place for him and Mommy Xueluo anymore!

Besides, he had actually bitten Mommy to such an extent … Mommy is a girl, she needs a man to protect her! But this bastard's father didn't care about his mother at all!

"Feng Xinglang, you're so annoying! If you dare bully me again … "I …"

The little guy swallowed his words back down his throat. Mommy Xueluo had said before that he couldn't tell anyone about her. Especially when facing this great devil in front of him!

The little guy's teary eyes and its appearance that seemed like it wanted to say something, made Feng Xinglang involuntarily frown.

"Little friend, can we be reasonable? I've been cut by you, so why should I bully you? You were the one bullying me, alright? I didn't even fight back! "

Feng Xinglang wanted to correct the little guy's' sin of wanting to add more '.

Seeing Feng Xinglang's shoulder that was dyed red with blood, the little guy seemed to be sad.

He bit his own small mouth and struggled for a while, "Who let you bully girls? This is the price you pay for bullying a girl! "

The phrase 'bullying girls' again? Feng Xinglang's handsome eyebrows sunk.

"I bullied so many girls … I really don't know which one you mean! "

His intuition told him that the "girl" in the little guy's mouth was a girl that was around the same age as the little thing.

"Feng Xinglang, I hate you!"

Since he could not tell Feng Xinglang about his mother, the little fellow could only repeat this angry roar.

"What a coincidence, I actually quite like you! "Especially you with your eyebrows raised..."

Feng Xinglang approached the little fellow once again. The little fellow instinctively wanted to dodge, but its body was already pressed against the wall behind it.

When the little guy heard Feng Xinglang say that he liked her, he was actually quite pleased with himself.

It was as if Feng Xinglang's active touch could fulfil his wish within this little fellow's half-step plan.

It was a longing that came naturally from the depths of his heart!

Although, on the surface, the little fellow still looked quite conflicted. After all, the bastard in front of him had hurt his most beloved mother. Furthermore, he had given birth to a little girl with another woman, and she was in so much pain that she didn't want him anymore.

These were all the objective reasons for the little guy to oppose Feng Xinglang.

But just as Feng Xinglang's hand was about to touch the little guy's head, he heard Yan Bang knocking on the bathroom door.

"Lang... Feng Xinglang! Are you in there? "

Before seeing Feng Xinglang in ten minutes, Yan Bang came over from the hall. However, he found that the bathroom door was actually locked from the inside.

"I'm here! "Very good!" Feng Xinglang replied.

Bang! Yan Bang still broke through the door and entered.

To the tall and mighty Yan Bang, the bathroom door was not much better than paper paste.

Seeing that there were slow coming in, the little guy resisted and moved away from Feng Xinglang's hand. Feng Xinglang reached out to touch his pot head. He aimed at Yan Bang as he retreated towards the door of the washroom.

"Lang, are you hurt?"

Seeing that Feng Xinglang's shoulder was dyed red with blood and there was even a crossbow arrow on top of it, Yan Bang immediately wanted to grab hold of Linnuo's little friend who was aiming at him with the crossbow.

"Bon, I'm fine! He's still a child, let him be! "

Feng Xinglang stepped forward and blocked Yan Bang, who wanted to attack the little fellow. The little guy cleverly took the opportunity to escape the washroom.

"Little bastard, to have the same moral character as his foster father Hetun at such a young age, how could he be so vicious!"

Towards anyone who harmed or attempted to hurt Feng Xinglang, regardless of whether they were young or young, Yan Bang would always hold enmity towards them.

"Err …"

Until the little guy safely left the bathroom, Feng Xinglang finally let out a stuffy groan from the pain.

The feeling of being pierced by a crossbow bolt was truly unbearable. Feng Xinglang seemed to be able to feel the cold metal rubbing against his bones.

"How's the injury?" Yan Bang broke apart the exposed arrow body.

"It's fine... It's just a flesh wound. "

Feng Xinglang said with a face of ease. Although the pain wasn't enough to kill her, it was still a carbohydrate body.

"Go and deal with it at my place!" I wonder if this crossbow arrow is poisonous. "

Yan Bang took off the suit jacket on his body and draped it over Feng Xinglang's shoulder, covering his injured left shoulder.

"Bon, you think too much. "You're just a little kid, how could you put poison in an arrow?"

Even until this moment, Feng Xinglang was still speaking up for little friend Linnuo. It was as if he had been struck by this bolt for no reason at all, and had no intention of venting his anger on this little fellow.

"Just because the little thing doesn't know it doesn't mean that Hetun doesn't! Did you not see that the Hetun had turned the little furry brat into a bloodthirsty tool, trying to poison you, Feng Xinglang? "

Yan Bang wanted to support Feng Xinglang, but he was stopped by Feng Xinglang.

"I can walk by myself."

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A pair of bright and limpid eyes watched Feng Xinglang as he left the washroom.

The little guy's clear eyes seemed to be clouded by a layer of moisture. He merrily watched Feng Xinglang leave.

"This is the first time this father and son has met and you've already shot such an arrow at your father … This is great news! "

Behind him, Xing Shi'er's voice sounded out. Actually, Xing Shi'er had been paying attention to everything that was happening in the washroom.

The little guy turned around and glared at Xing Shi'er fiercely, and the small universe started to erupt.

"Old Tweleve, what are you sneaking around for? You're a pain in the ass, you know that! "

The little guy suddenly became nameless towards innocent Xing Shi'er.

After all, the little guy was just a five year old baby, so his mind was naturally fragile.

It was not that he did not know that the man whom he had shot at was his biological father!

Even though his heart was already in pain, Xing Shi'er still wanted to say it out loud to provoke him.