Ji Gaoyang even had no time to respond, and a touch of sharpness stabbed his neck.

When he boarded his eyes widened, he squeezed Fu Lang's shoulders, and looked at him unbelievably, "Fu Lang, you ..."

"Dad?" Fu Lang's hand held a small butterfly knife handle, crooked his head and looked at Ji Gaoyang, his eyes were full of cold, "Do you match?"

Even if the strength on the shoulder is so big that he almost wants to crush his shoulders, he is very indifferent, as if this body is not his own.

In room 302 in the cold psychiatric hospital, he had suffered more pain than this pain.

Ji Gaoyang seemed to want to say something, but as soon as he had a mouth, Fu Lang's wrist flipped, and his sharp blade completely cut off his neck arteries.

Suddenly, the blood sprayed out, and Fu Lang's face splashed, and the warm blood slipped along his face, but he didn't even blink his eyes.

Ji Gaoyang couldn't say anything again. He watched this young face that was similar to his beloved person, with a weird voice in his throat, and then the whole person fell to the past.

His neck blood flow was like a note, and he instantly became red.

Until the breath was broken, Ji Gaoyang's eyes were still wide.

He couldn't look at it until he died.

Probably I couldn't figure it out. He was very defensive, and finally died in the hands of the biological son who had just recognized.

Fu Langsong's hand, the butterfly knife in his hand fell. This is the weapon he deliberately brought today. Thinking that he may come in handy.

Unexpectedly, he really used it. He had his own hands and killed his father.

But he had never hesitated and regretted in his eyes. He shot fiercely, and no one could believe that this was something that a six -year -old child could do.

Fu Lang looked at the dark cliff on the opposite side, and murmured in his mouth. "The name Fu Lang still took me by Aunt Lu. She said ..."

Recalling the scene of Lu Sheng's name on the day of his name, Fu Lang suddenly choked.

She said, "Your mother loves you very much, she gives you all love and hope, you are the continuation of her life. Even if she is gone now, she will protect you in the underworld."

She said, "You can rest assured, I will definitely continue to help you find your dad. Before finding him, you live here first. You can treat here as your home and you as your loved ones."

She said, "I named you Fu Lang, I hope you can forget the days of the past, and from now on, lively and cheerful growth."

Now, his father has found it, but Aunt Lu will never be there.

He would rather never have this so -called dad.

Lu Sheng is the only person in the world to warm him. It is she who let him realize what mother love is.

He worked hard to learn to protect Lu Sheng. Now, he has not yet learned something, but Lu Sheng is gone, and he disappears in front of his eyes.

And the only thing he can do is the enemy's enemy, help Lu Sheng revenge.

He thought, he might be really a stars.

First he killed his biological mother and killed Lu Sheng again.

He couldn't even accept it, and his body had the blood of the enemy in his body. He hated himself.

Fu Lang looked up at the starry sky and tried to hold her tears back.

He whispered, "Aunt Lu, I'm sorry ..."

"I have become a child who has no home ..."

Nympho

Zhou Yu was dumbfounded inadvertently inadvertently. He was really shocked, and he didn't even know how to react.

He was thinking about whether to come forward to comfort Fu Lang, but seeing his adolescentness, he felt that he didn't need it.

Zhou Yu pursed his lips tightly and looked around the top of the mountain.

Blood, corpse and even the remains, can be seen everywhere, hesitating purgatory.

I'm afraid it will be an indelible shadow in their hearts.
Chapter completed!