"Kneel down, you actually asked me to kneel down to my enemy?" Feng Lengsong looked at his father as if he were a madman. The long-standing hatred and anger in his heart erupted like a volcano, and he suddenly said with a ferocious and crazy smile,
"I understand, I understand, for that woman, you don't even want your son, you don't even want the Feng family, right?"
"What woman, what are you talking about?" Feng Congyun looked at the crazy Feng Lengsong and asked.
"Now, do you still want to hide it from me? Do you think I haven't seen the picture in the secret room of the study? Over the years, in addition to practicing, you have just stared at the picture in a daze all day and night. Do you think I
Don’t you know? Have you ever cared about your mother in these years? If it weren’t for your affection, how could your mother become depressed and sick, and how could she die of illness so early?” Feng Lengsong roared furiously.
In fact, the reason why Feng Lengsong is so estranged from his father is not entirely due to Feng Congyun, but because he has long been estranged from Feng Congyun in his heart.
Since he was a child, he knew that his father and mother were not close to each other and were even strangers. At that time, Feng Lengsong didn't know why, until one time when he was hiding in the study and playing, he unexpectedly discovered his father's
Only then did I find out that he was in love with someone else and had someone else in his heart.
When Feng Lengsong was seven years old, his mother became depressed and became seriously ill, and finally died. In grief, he blamed all this on Feng Congyun's neglect of his mother.
He hated his father's ruthlessness, and he hated the woman in the painting even more. If it weren't for her, how could his father have fallen in love with someone else, and how could his mother have passed away so early? He had thought about it more than once, finding that woman,
He killed her with his own hands to avenge his mother's blood, but the world is so vast and he didn't even know who the others were, so how could he possibly take revenge?
Until Ling Chuxi came to Piaomiao Zongfu and saw Ling Chuxi for the first time, he discovered that this woman's appearance was surprisingly similar to that of the woman in the painting, and even her charm was seventy-nine similar.
Feng Lengsong also concluded that Ling Chuxi must be related to that woman, so he transferred all his hatred to her, wishing to cut her into pieces to comfort his mother's spirit in heaven. However, his scheming was better than Zhuo's.
Fang Lin and Xie Feiying were much more thoughtful and did not take action rashly. They had been testing Ling Chuxi's details and looking for the best opportunity to take action.
It's a pity that God's calculations are not as good as those of man. He allowed his organization to plot, but he was defeated in the hands of Ling Chuxi in the end. He was seriously injured and his strength was greatly reduced. This time, several elders of the Feng family were killed and injured.
After expressing the anger and hatred that had accumulated in his heart for many years in one breath, Feng Lengsong's chest rose and fell sharply, but his mood became much calmer.
"You, you know?" Feng Congyun asked in a low voice, his face turning red and white.
"Do you dare to say that the woman in the painting has nothing to do with her? I hate that woman. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have neglected your mother, and your mother wouldn't have died of illness so early. So, I hate her too.
, I wish she died! I want her to die without a burial place." Feng Lengsong pointed at Ling Chuxi and cursed viciously.
"Pa!" Feng Congyun was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and he slapped him in the face again.
Ling Chuxi was completely stunned. She vaguely seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing.