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Chapter 635: No matter how much of a bastard he is, he is still my father!
Hetun who had just walked out of the sacrifice room staggered with incredible speed.
It was as if an invisible hand was clamping tightly on his neck, suffocating him.
It was a suffocating pressure!
Hetun didn't know why he had such a strange feeling: it was as if the one who was punishing Feng Yishan and the woman wasn't him, but the Hetun himself.
After suppressing the grievances that he had endured for so many years, he should have felt relieved and happy at this moment. However, Hetun felt that his heart had become heavier. What had happened to him?
Hetun instinctively wanted to grab onto something to stabilize his body. However, he staggered and fell to the side.
"Foster father…"
Xing Shi'er quickly walked up and used both hands to pick up the tottering Hetun. "Father, what's wrong?"
Xing Shi'er could clearly feel the foster father Hetun's body trembling. And Hetun's palm was also drenched with sweat.
Hetun steadied his posture and waved towards Xing Shi'er.
"I'm fine … "What about fifteen?"
The Hetun urgently needed someone to comfort his trembling soul.
"Eight is accompanying him!"
Xing Shi'er realized more and more that for older foster father Hetun s, they would not be able to leave Little Fifteen.
Xing X was left behind to guard Feng Xinglang and sacrifice room, while Xing Shi'er supported Hetun to go to child room at the fifteenth year of age.
In front of child room's door, Hetun pushed Xing Shi'er, who was supporting him away, and adjusted his breathing a little. Then, he pushed open the door and entered.
These few days, Xing Ba had the chance to be with Little Fifteen alone. It had only been a few days, but all sorts of brotherly feelings seemed to have developed.
The moment Hetun pushed open the door and entered, Xing Ba immediately jumped out from his bed. He knew that the foster father Hetun did not like people who were too close to his most pampered Xiao Shiyi.
"Fifteen… Fifteen? "
Hetun lowered his voice and called out twice. He did not get any response from the little fellow nor did he get angry about it, instead, he went over and gently pecked the little fellow on the cheek.
"You little thing, why are you sleeping like a piglet?"
As he said that, Hetun stepped on his military boots and walked away. The child's bed was not big, so the Hetun could only turn his body sideways. But it seems like he was determined to accompany the little fellow to sleep in child room tonight.
Xing Ba was just about to say something, but he was pulled out of child room.
"Old Tweleve, what's wrong with foster father?" Xing Ba felt that tonight's foster father Hetun was extremely strange.
"I don't know!" Tonight, I'll let fifteen accompany my foster father. " Xing Shi'er was also very worried.
"Has Feng Xinglang been dealt with by his foster father?" Xing Ba asked again.
"Not yet… However, Feng Xinglang's injuries are not light. Whether or not he can live past tonight will depend on his luck. "
Xing Shi'er was guarding outside the sacrifice room's door at the time. He was not participating. But he knew what was going on inside.
"Fifteen… They seem to know that his father is in Pater Castle. " Xing Ba vaguely reminded Xing Shi'er.
"Um… That's why godfather told us to set up another trap: for fifteen to think that his own father had been saved from the Pater Castle. As long as Feng Xinglang dies outside of Pater Castle, then we can cut all ties! "
Xing Ba was silent for a moment, then said with a sigh: "For fifteen years, foster father has truly put in a lot of effort!"
Pausing slightly, Xing Ba then added: "But I think that even if Feng Xinglang dies outside the Pater Castle, 15 would still cause trouble for him with his foster father."
"Since you know the severity of the situation, why did you still allow fifteen years to meet Feng Xinglang?"
Xing Shi'er asked.
"Yes …" It was fifteen who found out about his father. " Xing Ba was somewhat evasive.
"Have you become a good person in front of fifteen … You know what you're doing! "
With that, Xing Shi'er left.
Xing Ba remained silent in place, thinking about something for a long time.
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When he woke up, the sun was already shining outside. The sky above Pater Castle was clear.
The little guy was coiled up in a hug, and it didn't feel good.
Lifting up his head, he saw foster father Hetun hugging him in a circle.
Hetun's sturdy body could only be seen sideways, with most of his back exposed; however, he was tightly hugging the little fellow in his arms.
"Foster father?" The little guy mumbled to itself, looking a little lazy from just waking up.
"Yes." Hetun instinctively tightened his arm, "You woke up so early? Sleep a little longer. "
The little guy pursed his lips, seeming to want to say something but then hesitated. At the same time, it seemed to muster up the courage to do so.
"Father, can you let that bastard Feng Xinglang go? To chase him out of the Pater Castle… Then, Fifteen will always stay in the Pater Castle, and will always be by your foster father's side. "
The little fellow's tone carried an inexplicable sense of majesty. For his father, Feng Xinglang, he could even throw away the freedom he had always wanted.
"Feng Xinglang has treated you both so cruelly, why do you still want to forgive him? Just because he's your biological father? "
The Hetun did not admit nor deny that Feng Xinglang was in the Pater Castle. Instead, he changed his angle to ask the little fellow.
"Both Mommy and I did not forgive him! But Feng Xinglang is not my enemy … … "
"Then who are your enemies with your mother? Could it be my foster father? "
Hetun angrily interrupted Little Fifteen's words.
The little guy tightly pursed his little mouth, not saying another word. He could only look at Hetun pleadingly. Mommy had said: When your godfather is angry, you can't disobey him. You have to go along with him. Otherwise, there would only be more fights.
The little guy wasn't afraid of being beaten up by the Hetun, but he was afraid that the foster father Hetun would vent his anger on his father, Feng Xinglang. As Ol 'Eight had said, in a fit of rage, a foster father would hack the bastard's father into pieces.
After a short night, the hostility in the Hetun seemed to have amassed again. Without the suffocating pressure from last night, he had regained his vicious and brutal nature.
Hetun stared at Little Fifteen, who also looked back at Hetun. One old and one young, they seemed to be silently competing.
What made Hetun angry wasn't just Little Fifteen pleading for mercy on behalf of his bastard father, but also the way he looked at Hetun at this very moment.
It was no longer pure innocence, but a little more of his own thoughts.
There was a faint trace of rebellion and a faint sense of anger and hatred.
How could the child he raised with one hand, be hostile to his foster father, Feng Xinglang, for the sake of their common enemy?
"Old Eight!"
Hetun roared.
"Foster father!" Xing Ba who was guarding the door immediately pushed it open and entered.
"Watch carefully!" He is not allowed to leave this room even half a step! "
The Hetun roared fiercely, then directly left the child room. Barefoot, he had even forgotten to wear his combat boots.
"Foster father… You can't kill Feng Xinglang! I will hate you! Hate you for the rest of your life! No matter how much of a bastard he is, he's still my father! "
From the child room behind him, the little guy let out a hoarse roar.