Chapter 475 It Seems that Our Conversation Today Was Not Pleasant

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However, the little guy didn't shoot consecutively, but just stared at Feng Xinglang blankly with the crossbow in his hand.

The father and son just stared at each other deeply.

At this moment, there was no strong aggressiveness in the little guy's eyes, just a sad gaze.

Dear friends, it seems that they want to talk to Feng Xinglang, but they hesitate to speak.

The little guy's mouth was tightly pursed. That little look really makes people love and hate it.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang's heart shuddered for no reason!

It was a kind of warmth that spread from the heart to every cell in the whole body!

Feng Xinglang has suppressed the haze for so many years in the depths of his soul, it's like being penetrated into a small morning sun!

He didn't reprimand the little guy for being brutal and unfriendly to him at all, and he even wanted to reach out and touch the little guy...

But Feng Xinglang's steps to come forward were abruptly stopped. Because he saw the little guy backing away.

"It seems that our conversation today was not pleasant."

Feng Xinglang said in a gentle voice. Without any blame.

The little guy wanted to get close to Feng Xinglang, but he was too timid to let Feng Xinglang get close to him.

It wasn't because he was afraid that Feng Xinglang would hurt him, but because he was afraid... In Feng Xinglang's heart, he and Mommy Xueluo no longer had a place!

Also, he actually bit Mommy like that... Mommy is a girl, she needs a man to protect her! But the bastard father in front of him doesn't care for his mommy at all!

"Feng Xinglang, you are so annoying! If you dare to bully me...I..."

When the words came to his mouth, the little guy still swallowed 'Mummy' back. Mommy Xueluo said that she couldn't tell anyone about her. Especially facing this big devil in front of him!

The little guy's teary eyes and his hesitant appearance made Feng Xinglang frown involuntarily.

"Little friend, can we be reasonable? I was cut by you, so why should I bully you? Obviously you are bullying me, okay? I didn't even fight back!"

Feng Xinglang wanted to correct the little guy's 'crime'.

Looking at Feng Xinglang's blood-stained shoulders, the little guy seemed a little sad.

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

Is this 'bullying girls' again? Feng Xinglang's brows straightened and sank.

"I have bullied so many girls... I don't know which one you are referring to!"

Intuitively, Feng Xinglang understood the 'girl' in the little guy's mouth as a little girl who was about the same age as the little guy.

"Feng Xinglang, I hate you!"

He couldn't tell Feng Xinglang about Mummy Xueluo, so the little guy could only repeat this angry growl.

"What a coincidence, I really like you! Especially your brow-length pot head..."

Feng Xinglang approached the little guy again; the little guy instinctively wanted to avoid it, but his body was already against the wall behind him.

When the little guy heard Feng Xinglang say that he still liked him, he felt very relieved.

It seemed that Feng Xinglang's active touch might achieve his wish through the little guy's half-pushing.

It was a deep, natural desire for fatherly love!

Although, the little guy is still very resistant on the surface. After all, the bastard dad in front of him hurt his favorite mommy. Moreover, she gave birth to a little girl with another woman, and the pain was unbearable.

These are all objective reasons for the little guy to resist Feng Xinglang.

But just when Feng Xinglang's hand was about to touch the little guy's pot lid, there was the sound of Yan Bang slamming the door outside the bathroom door.

"Lang...Feng Xinglang! Are you inside?"

After not seeing Feng Xinglang for ten minutes, Yan Bang looked for him from the hall. Only to find that the bathroom door was locked from the inside.

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

With a bang, Yan Bang still broke into the door.

To the tall and mighty Yan Bang, the bathroom door is no better than a paper one.

Seeing a slow soldier coming in, the little guy resisted and avoided Feng Xinglang's hand that reached out to touch his pot head. Holding the crossbow and aiming at Yan Bang, he retreated towards the door of the bathroom.

"Lon, are you hurt?"

Seeing that Feng Xinglang's shoulder was stained red with blood, and there was still a crossbow bolt left on it, Yan Bang immediately wanted to grab the little friend Lin Nuo who was aiming at him with the crossbow.

"Bong, I'm fine! He's a kid, let him go!"

Feng Xinglang stepped forward and stopped Yan Bang who wanted to attack the little guy. And the little guy also took the opportunity to escape from the bathroom wittily.

"Little Miscellaneous, he is as virtuous as his adoptive father Hetun at such a young age, yet he is so vicious and vicious!"

For anyone who hurt or tried to hurt Feng Xinglang, no matter how old or young, Yan Bang was hostile.

"Well……"

It wasn't until the little guy left the bathroom safely that Feng Xinglang groaned in pain.

The feeling of being pierced by crossbow arrows is really uncomfortable. Feng Xinglang seemed to be able to feel the cold metal rubbing against his bones.

"How is the injury?" Yan Bang broke off the exposed arrow body.

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

Feng Xinglang put on a relaxed face. Although this pain is not enough to kill, it is a carbohydrate body after all.

"Go to my place and deal with it! I don't know if this crossbow is poisonous or not."

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

"Bang, you're overthinking. Just a little P child, how can you put poison on the arrow!"

Until this moment, Feng Xinglang was still speaking for little friend Lin Nuo. It seemed that he himself had been hit by this crossbow arrow for no reason, and he had absolutely no intention of venting his anger on the little guy.

"That little thing can't do it, but it doesn't mean Hetun can't! Don't you see that that little boy has been trained by Hetun to become a bloodthirsty tool who wants to kill Feng Xinglang on you?"

Yan Bang wanted to support Feng Xinglang, but Feng Xinglang stopped him.

"I can walk by myself."

*****

A pair of big watery eyes kept staring at Feng Xinglang who left from the bathroom.

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

"This is the first time the father and son met, and you gave your own father such an arrow... It's really satisfying!"

Behind him, Xing Twelve's voice came leisurely. In fact, Xing Twelve has been paying attention to everything that happened in the bathroom.

The little guy turned his head and gave Xing Twelve a hard look, and the small universe began to explode.

"Old Twelve, why are you sneaking around with me? You are annoying, do you know that!"

The little guy suddenly started an unknown fire against the innocent Xing Shier.

After all, the little guy is just a 5-year-old milk baby, so his heart is naturally fragile.

It's not that he doesn't know that the man he shot with an arrow is his biological father!

Obviously he was already feeling very uncomfortable, but Xing Twelve wanted to speak out to stimulate him.