Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 340 Father, I am enjoying a midnight snack
Standing outside the car, smelling the damp and cold air, Feng Ju had not had time to eat all night. When he heard the sound of his rebellious son slurping saliva on the phone, black lines appeared on his forehead.

Feng Ju gnashed his teeth, his tone was very harsh and sinister:
"You useless piece of shit, you're still thinking about eating. That's right, this might be your last full meal."

Feng Mu's skill in cultivating his Qi has improved day by day, and he no longer gets angry easily. He smiled generously and said:

"Of course, how can I fail the kindness of my subordinates? Besides, what could be more important than eating?"

As he spoke, Feng Mu glanced at Wang Cong with a look of satisfaction on his face. Wang Cong looked excited. He raised his hand and a corpse entangled in fine sand was dragged out of the pipe wall.

Feng Mu lowered his head, flicked out a piece of bone spur with his finger, and gently stroked the surface of the corpse. The latter immediately shrank visibly to the naked eye and turned into a pile of brittle bones.

Then, it was the second body, and the third body, one after another, like waiters serving dishes, floating past Feng Mu's eyes.

[You initiated the feast.]
[You take a sip of the blood bag.]
[Blood bag quality: mediocre.]
[This ordinary blood bag has no special nutritional value, but it transforms 15 days of life essence into yours.]
[You activate the Feast.]
[You tasted a nice blood meal.]
[Blood food quality: average.]
[Blood food is rich in ordinary vitality, and it transforms 30 days of life essence for you.]
[You have started the feast once again.]
[You take a bite of the dish made from the essence of flesh and blood.]
[Quality of dish: delicious.]
[This dish is delicious and juicy, and contains rich vitality, transforming the essence of life for you for 90 days.]
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Watching Feng Mu devour each dish gracefully, leaving only clean bones, this respect and appreciation for food is undoubtedly the highest praise for the chef who prepared the ingredients.

Wang Cong couldn't close his mouth. Looking at Feng Mu eating, he felt a sense of satisfaction that was even more exciting than eating himself.

An innocent smile appeared on his face, and he happily rolled up the bones left over by Feng Mu and fed them all to his parents who lived in the gourd.

The fine white sand was like a soft silk thread, spinning lightly around the gourd, and finally cleverly transformed into a pair of loving faces of parents behind Wang Cong, as if they were silently enjoying the sincere filial piety from their son.

Feng Mu was also quite moved. He invited her tenderly over the phone:

"My respected father, would you like to have dinner with me?"

On the other end of the phone, Feng Ju listened to the subtle sound coming from the microphone. It seemed to be the sound of flesh slowly melting, or the crisp sound of bones being crushed.

He really couldn't imagine what Feng Mu was eating, he just thought the sound of eating sounded so delicious that his tongue couldn't help but secrete saliva.

He swallowed his saliva and cursed with a gloomy face:

"Eat, eat, eat. I don't know how you can eat right now. If you have any brains, you should come over here and beg me, beg me..."

Feng Mu interrupted Feng Ju's sermon and said quietly:
"I am enjoying the food, my respected father. If you don't want to eat, please don't spoil my appetite, okay?"

Feng Ju was so angry that his stomach was full. He said in a fierce voice:

"You think I'm willing to save you? If it weren't for your mother, I would..."

Feng Mu already had a deep understanding of his original father, and as he went further and further down the villain path, he saw Feng Ju more and more clearly.

Just as selfish people understand the thoughts of selfish people better, bad people can also more keenly smell the scent of disguise on bad people.

There was no emotion in Feng Mu's smiling voice:
"My respected father, you don't want to save me, you just want to save your own future, ha ha ha, you should leave this kind of hypocritical performance to my beloved sister, ha ha -" Feng Ju was so angry that his face turned blue, and he couldn't even speak clearly. He could only curse angrily over and over again:

"You unfilial son, you unfilial son!"

Feng Mu still maintained his polite smile and responded calmly:
"Don't be angry, my respected father, I'll see you at the police station tomorrow morning!"

Wang Cong waited quietly for Feng Mu to hang up the phone. He stammered a few times before he slowly spoke, choosing his words carefully:
"Feng Mu, it seems like you and your father don't have a harmonious relationship?"

Feng Mu smiled indifferently, then glanced at the two sandy faces behind Wang Cong and said enviously:
"Yes, Wang Cong, you are lucky. You have a pair of parents who love you very much."

Wang Cong nodded happily, but in his heart he hoped that Feng Mu could also feel the warmth of family. He pondered for a moment, and then said in a very sincere tone:

"Perhaps, you just lack the opportunity to understand each other. Just like I used to not understand my parents very well, but when they left, I realized how important they were in my life."

Feng Mu frowned slightly:
"Are you trying to persuade me to communicate more with my father?"

Wang Cong shook his head slightly. He was not a fool. He could tell how bad the relationship between Feng Mu and his father was. This was not something that could be solved by simple communication.

Fortunately, after being resurrected from the dead, he has a more detached perspective on issues, especially when dealing with family problems, that far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Feng Mu was probably far inferior to him in this regard, so he thought he could provide Feng Mu with a constructive suggestion:

"Feng Mu, you misunderstood. What I meant was that maybe you could let your father leave for a while, and then let him come back to accompany you when you start to miss him."

Feng Mu was stunned for a moment. Even with his evil mind, he couldn't immediately understand Wang Cong's profound meaning.

Until Wang Cong added:

"My father used to have a bad temper, but now he doesn't lose his temper easily. He spends every day with my mother and they are inseparable. I feel that they love each other more than before, love me more, and are more willing to listen to what I say."

Feng Mu blinked his eyes. He seemed to understand Wang Cong's meaning. He had to admit that Wang Cong's suggestion was indeed unique and inspiring. Feng Mu humbly accepted the advice and said, "What you said makes sense. I will consider it."

Whenever Wang Cong could help Feng Mu, he would feel happy from the bottom of his soul.

A very bright smile immediately appeared on the corners of his mouth, and his parents behind him also felt his mood as Wang Cong said, and also showed lifelike and weird smiles.

What a loving and united American comic family! It’s so enviable!

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(End of this chapter)