Chapter 1798 – Lust 3
At that time, Feng Xinglang was extremely focused on listening in.
It had to be said that the thing that Xing Shi'er had obtained was extremely powerful in terms of technology. He could even hear the sound of the little fellow's breathing.
The bug boy stopped outside a closed door. The door was tightly locked, and no matter how hard the little fellow slapped it, it wouldn't budge at all.
Feng Xinglang checked the little guy's position. It was at the western corner of the second floor. And that door had always been tightly locked in Feng Xinglang's memories. But why did the little thing keep banging on the door?
Could it be that the door had been opened at some point?
A series of associations rose up: his son's quilt, for example; his son's burp; his son's mumbling worm … It should be a living being!
Of course, in the presence of a Senior Magus, his little bit of alertness was completely negligible.
A wisp of smoke drifted over, bringing with it the faint smell of herbs.
Feng Xinglang, who was lying on his side, had not realized that the composition in the air around him had changed at all.
Before Feng Xinglang even took a few breaths, he felt his eyelids becoming heavy to the point that he could not even open his eyes.
This crappy place with a broken sofa, was it that easy to sleep?
Feng Xinglang rubbed his tired eyes, he wanted to raise his consciousness to continue monitoring his son's movements, but he was still trapped by layers upon layers of sleepiness, and finally fell asleep.
A bony and slightly coarse hand slowly reached over, and very easily removed the invisible earplug from Feng Xinglang's ear; he gave it to his ear for two or three seconds before bringing it back.
Originally, he wanted to put it back into Feng Xinglang's ears, but after a slight pause, she placed her hand next to his ear.
The face was as handsome as ever, with a sharp, clear aura; his handsomeness was tainted with a tinge of evilness.
The slumbering Feng Xinglang lost her usual hostility and craftiness, but instead gained a bit of gentleness and beauty: dense sword-like brows, high nose bridge, and those lips that were as tranquil as water …
Even if I die, I won't be able to live a peaceful life!] Even after entering the eighteenth level of hell, he could still be scolded to the point of jumping up and down!
Ninety-nine times he had slapped his face, could it be said that he needed him? Or was it his longing for him?
Eighty-six slaps on the face, and the final ninety-nine … There seemed to be quite a bit of a difference!
Sacrifice? To please? Flattery? Or licking his face?
Such self-questioning would have to rise to the level of 'what is the value of a person's life'!
There were some things that, even after spending more than two years, he still could not figure out … What do you want it for!
Think of it as an ecological balance!
There was a saying: one thing wins another! Perhaps it was suitable for him to use with him!
The finger with clear joints reached over and stopped two centimeters away from the top of Feng Xinglang's bridge of his nose…… (TL: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU) In a flash, the curled up finger still dropped down and grazed Feng Xinglang's nose!
Was he finally getting his revenge?
The silence was interrupted by a knock on the door on the second floor, and the man in the uniform flew up the stairs.
"Big… Big… The big bug. "
After catching sight of that shadow, the little guy ran over with great joy and his little mouth kept mumbling to himself.
The novelty of looking up;
He looked down from above.
The little guy's eyes were shining with a strange light. That expression and curiosity towards his prey looked really similar to Feng Xinglang.
"Hey, you're called an insect?" he asked.
He possessed the body and gently stared at the little fellow who was extremely curious about him.
He reached over and shook his hand in a friendly gesture. "Nice to meet you!"
The little guy raised its little hand, carefully placed it on top of his big hand, and excitedly snorted twice.
"Remember, I'm called the big bug."
Two minutes later, a patient and meticulous teaching voice came from the room that had been locked up until now.
"Lin Xueluo… "Mama …"
"Mama… Lin Xueluo… It's you, Mama. "Mama …"
"Big… Big… "Insect …"
"Mama… Little bugs' mama… Lin Xueluo! The woman who gave birth to you. "My name is Mama!"
"Insect …" Big… "Insects."
"…"
When Feng Xinglang woke up, it was already two hours later.
The moment he opened his eyes, he was shocked. He wanted to jump up from the sofa, but he was too tired and weak.
Heavens, he really was a criminal!
He reflexively touched his ear, only to find that the invisible earplug had fallen onto the sofa. He immediately picked it up and stuffed it back into his ear.
"Mama… Mamama. Mama. "Mama …"
It was the childish voice of the youngest son, and it kept repeating.
"Insect …" Bug, can you call me Mama? My family's bugs will call me mother! "Insect, where are you?"
who had been too excited instinctively rushed up the stairs to find the whereabouts of his youngest son.
"Insect …" Insect … Hurry and tell me your daddy! "
As soon as he heard his father's shout, the little guy immediately ran away.
If there was a location, the small children with short legs would definitely not be able to outrun their long-legged father, Feng Xinglang.
At the corner of the third floor, the little fellow who almost knocked on the wall was suddenly lifted off the ground by his father, Feng Xinglang.