Novel Full Chapter 606
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Chapter 606 - I will make Feng Xinglang die a perfect death!
"You admitted defeat? Again! "
A cold voice came out from Hetun's mouth. With a hint of provocation.
He tried to agitate Feng Xinglang, who was still young and frivolous, to agitate him into the electric fence door once again.
Feng Xinglang was like a trapped beast in a cage.
Seeing Feng Xinglang spitting out blood, Xueluo's heart ached to the extreme.
"Feng Xinglang, don't come over … There was electricity on this metal fence … Don't come near me! "
Xueluo's voice was tinged with tears.
She could clearly see that the man's blood was flowing for Lin Xueluo this time!
The man pushed her away from the bars, but he himself was not spared.
"Feng Xinglang, I'm fine, I'm really fine … Don't come near me. "
In order to prove to the man that the kick from Hetun did not injure her, Xueluo climbed up the wall with much difficulty. She didn't want to see a man do anything stupid to break through an iron fence.
The Hetun's gaze shifted away from Feng Xinglang and locked onto Lin Xueluo's body with hostility.
"Lin Xueluo, you are ungrateful, shameless, forgotten about the pain after you recovered, that sort of thing, wait, wait!"
An armchair was brought behind Hetun, who sat down lazily like a king. He observed Lin Xueluo, who was pressed up against the wall, with an aloof attitude.
"But you actually took my fifteenth as well?"
Hetun's voice immediately turned hostile. It was as if Lin Xueluo's actions had truly touched his pain this time.
wanted to rekindle the relationship with Feng Xinglang, but Hetun was not interested.
But Lin Xueluo had secretly taught Little Fifteen to betray his Hetun! This is something that the Hetun absolutely cannot tolerate.
This was why Hetun, who had never been rough with Lin Xueluo before, used his leather boots to kick her for the first time.
"Mr. Xing, please let Feng Xinglang go. No matter what, Feng Xinglang was Fifteen's biological father. I know you're heartbroken. But if you really kill Feng Xinglang, he won't forgive you. For fifteen years, I beg you to spare Feng Xinglang's life. "
Xueluo moaned in a humble manner and pleaded with Hetun.
"Don't worry, I won't kill Feng Xinglang in front of fifteen. I will make Feng Xinglang's death perfect! "
Judging from Hetun's casual tone, he still cared about foster son 15. But he had also revealed another piece of information: He will take Feng Xinglang's life!
"Mr. Xing, you can't do this … Why do you want to kill your beloved woman's son? Can you bear to see her hate the underworld? "If she were to see her beloved man personally kill her beloved son, how much pain would she feel …"
Hetun hated him because of his love. Xueluo who could not think of any other way could only bring out the wax sculpture from the Pater Castle. I hope that Hetun can save Feng Xinglang's life on behalf of his beloved woman.
"Shut up! You are not allowed to mention that woman from Shuixing Yanghua in front of me! "
Hetun roared almost hysterically, "What, you want to eat inside and climb out together with Feng Xinglang and steal fifteen away from me? Stop dreaming! "
"Lin Xueluo, you will only receive a punishment that you cannot endure! I want you to forget about seeing the fifteenth time from now on! "
The angered Hetun lost control of his emotions.
Those veins that were popping up, and those blood-red eyes, were almost going to swallow Lin Xueluo whole!
Because Lin Xueluo had touched a sore spot deep inside the soul of Hetun.
As long as it was mentioned, the Hetun would transform into an uncontrollable ferocious beast, baring its sharp fangs.
"Twelve, throw this woman out for me! She was not allowed to take even half a step into Shallow Water Bay! And she was not allowed to meet with Fifteen again! I want her to suffer for the rest of her life! "
The Hetun was vicious, and even more so vicious.
He wanted to forcefully break up Xueluo and her son alive, so that Lin Xue would be unable to see her own son for the rest of her life in the abyss of pain.
Nothing could be more cruel to a mother than this torture!
"No …" No! Mr. Xing, please, you can't do this! I will be obedient and will not disobey you again … Please don't let us separate! "Mr. Xing, I beg of you …"
Xueluo crawled over to Hetun and kneeled at his feet while crying and begging.
"Throw it out!"
Three cruel and heartless words came out from Hetun's mouth.
Xing Shi'er couldn't bear it anymore. But this was an order from the foster father Hetun, he could not disobey.
From a different perspective: Throwing a woman out of Shallow Water Bay would at least save her life.
Therefore, Xing Shi'er took a step forward and used his hand to strike Xueluo's neck. After Xueluo fell into a trance for a few moments, he fell into an endless coma.
"Let her go!"
Feng Xinglang ignored everything and charged towards the iron fence. Because the remote control was on Xing Shi'er's body, it prevented him from getting electrocuted again.
"Don't touch her!"
He was shaking the iron bars hysterically; the cast iron bars, however, did not budge.
The handcuffs collided with the iron bars, producing an ear-piercing sound.
Blood flowed out from Feng Xinglang's mouth all the way to his chest and dyed a large patch of red.
But in the end, she could only watch as Xing Shi'er brought her away from the basement.
Feng Xinglang looked straight at Hetun, his eyes ignited with raging hatred.
The Hetun focused on Feng Xinglang, as if she wanted to tear off Feng Xinglang's face that resembled that woman's …
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The little guy originally thought that he and Mummy had teased Xing Old Eighth together, but he didn't think that the real teammates would be his family of three.
The little guy who was still in the dark sat on the toilet bowl and shook his little feet.
She seemed to be stalling for time, wanting Mommy to have enough time to whisper to her bastard father.
It was far from enough for him to forgive this bastard's dad. He had to kiss Mommy and forgive this bastard's dad as well.
Xing Ba opened the water faucet, concealing the sound of the basement door being closed and it being opened.
It seemed like the little fellow heard it too.
"Eighth Brother, I seem to have heard something?" Is your foster father back with the Old Tweleve? "
The little guy reflexively jumped down from the toilet. If his foster father really did come back, then that wouldn't be good.
"I didn't hear anything …" It's because you miss your foster father so much. " Xing Ba lied.
"Something's wrong!"
The little guy grabbed his pants and rushed out of the bathroom, but was caught in the arms of old man Xing.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Your PP hasn't been cleaned up yet!"
Xing Ba didn't want the little guy to leave, it was because he didn't want the 5-year-old little guy to face the cruel and cold-blooded side of life.