What are you sorry for?! What are you regretting?!

Tang Ling is often calm and rational, but the appearance of Tang Feng's figure triggered Tang Ling's intense emotions.

These emotions are complex. After all, they are facing their own father. No matter how complex the emotions are, they are dominated by an emotion that only arises after they are confirmed to be Tang Feng, that is - resistance.

Such resistance made Tang Ling mock her, so...why are you sorry? That's useless! What's your regret? Your regret has nothing to do with me!

No matter what power Tang Feng used to block the double spiral fog road that Tang Ling visualized when he was promoted, this is Tang Ling's visual world after all. Tang Ling can directly express his will with his thoughts, or it can be understood as a more direct dialogue. What he thought and what he said, even his tone conveyed his emotions extremely accurately.

So Tang Feng quickly received a cold response: "I don't know you. But you have crossed the boundary and affected my promotion. Please quit. Otherwise, I will drive you out."

Tang Ling's idea was that. He was not curious at all why Tang Feng appeared here, what power he used, and what purpose was? He was even more lazy to analyze what kind of emotions was hidden behind his great resistance?

He just wanted Tang Feng to disappear sooner. It would be torture and affect his mood after taking a look.

Faced with such rejection and coldness from his son, any father would feel sad and sad from the bottom of his heart.

But Tang Feng was very calm, at least the shadow he left here was like this. He looked ahead, just like Tang Ling standing in front of him, and he looked at his son.

In fact, Tang Ling did not visualize his figure. Tang Feng's phantom faced nothingness, and he could not see Tang Ling...

For some reason, this feeling stinged Tang Ling, but the stinging feeling had not lasted for a second, when Tang Ling saw Tang Feng laughing.

I have to admit that this smile is eighty-slightly similar to Tang Ling, full of the purity that young people only have when they smile, and then with a little sharp confidence, it is more of a naughty feeling.

But compared to Tang Ling, Tang Feng's smile also had a ruffian that Tang Ling did not have. He felt like a street gangster who could never make a fortune. He could not do bad things and was very good at causing trouble.

This smile is really annoying. Tang Ling instinctively disgusted, but he didn't know that his own smile was the same?

It looks a bit cheap, but it won't really annoying, because the eyes - both father and son have the same clean and sincere eyes.

In comparison, Tang Long, who is so noble and cold that he is a little fairy-like, seems to have a genetic mutation.

"I don't." Tang Feng just said these two words neatly.

Damn! Tang Ling immediately felt that her lungs were about to burst into anger.

The next second, Tang Feng became leisurely, and he started to walk back and forth slowly with his hands on his back, looking around, as if this was a museum or a beautiful garden for people to visit. In fact, there was nothing except the small seeds planted here, Tang Ling's heart, black Gu Longdong.

It is this environment, combined with Tang Feng's appearance, that Tang Feng looks particularly rogue and hateful.

But Tang Feng seemed to think that he was not very stimulating to Tang Ling. While wandering around leisurely, he said, "I am you, you are my son. Don't pretend to be X in front of me, are the girls who like cold-blooded men nowadays? I am not a girl!"

Hearing these words, Tang Ling held his breath in his chest. Who took this guy for granted? He felt amazing that he provided an X-son carrying a genome?

That's what Tang Ling thought, and Tang Ling was not afraid of being polite! It was just that Tang Ling was about to get angry and was too lazy to even talk. He had only one thought left, which was to drive Tang Feng out.

This father will never see him in his life, no, he will never see him in his life, and Tang Ling has no regrets.

But before Tang Ling could fulfill his idea, Tang Feng had already stopped. He stretched out a hand and pointed his finger in a direction. In fact, that direction was where Tang Ling looked in the visual world. Then Tang Feng's smile that made Tang Feng hate became deeper, but it brought a hint of unfathomable: "Do you still want to drive me away? Otherwise, you can try it?"

This tone was five points of provocation and five points of disdain. Tang Ling, who had always been calm, didn't know why, was so excited by Tang Feng. If someone said that to him, Tang Ling would definitely think that since he would rely on this, he would definitely think and observe before taking action.

But when he arrived at Tang Feng, he began to visualize without saying a word, trying to close the door to the visual world that Tang Feng forced out...

The result is conceivable. No matter how hard Tang Ling tried, not to mention closing the door, it would be impossible to shake Tang Feng's phantom.

"How?" Tang Feng looked very happy. With a wave of his hand, a stone appeared inexplicably at his feet. He stepped on the stone with one leg and leaned forward, looking very proud.

Tang Ling was silent. He found that he was afraid that he would lose to Tang Feng if he was a mean thing. But even in silence, Tang Ling still felt a strong sense of frustration in his heart. His visual world was done by others, but he could not do anything. This was a manifestation of complete failure.

You should know that if the invading person was not Tang Feng, the father of physiology, but someone with malicious intentions, Tang Ling would die a hundred times, and the way of death would definitely be full of ways.

Visualizing the world being controlled is equivalent to the mind being controlled, and the whole person becomes a puppet... This is an ultimate force crushing that cannot be resisted at all.

"You are still you." Tang Feng sat cross-legged on the stone, holding a cigarette at the corner of his mouth: "You are the second perfect gene chain owner, but the result is still so weak and not challenging at all."

"Life is so lonely as snow."

Tang Ling finally couldn't help it. He had seen hundreds of bitches, but he had never seen Tang Feng as cheap as he was: "Damn, what are you going to do?"

"Do you like to stay here? Are you lonely like snow? Well, you will be lonely here all the time. I will spend time with you, anyway..."

What Tang Ling wants to express is that from the next second, he will completely ignore Tang Feng, and say whatever he does, and it is not worse than being a slut Tang Ling. The most powerful thing is that Tang Ling is smarter. Isn’t the trick to deal with a bitch just ignore him?

But Tang Feng immediately jumped up and tilted his head to look at the place where Tang Ling was looking at: "What did you scold me just now? Damn? Are you scolding your mother?"

Tang Ling's face, sitting cross-legged in reality, suddenly turned red. The word mother is undoubtedly the softest treasure in Tang Ling's heart. Although he had never seen his mother and had never felt the warmth from his mother,... his imagination of his mother never stopped in childhood.

My mother must have the kindness of a mother-in-law and the gentleness of a dead aunt. After hearing a lot about Tang Feng, she never had any trace of her mother.

Tang Ling still firmly believed in one thing, that is, brave the coldness that he would not be cared about by Tang Feng and insisted on giving birth to himself, which must be because he had great love for himself.

What qualifications does Tang Feng, who failed his mother, have to mention her? Such mention is a kind of defilement! No, he not only let his mother down, but also Tang Long's mother down. He is just a scum.

Tang Ling originally decided that no matter what, he would not pay attention to Tang Feng anymore, but he didn't expect that this sentence would make Tang Ling have the urge to scold Tang Feng a hundred times and a hundred times. He even thought of the sharpest words. Tang Ling had no worries in this regard. He did not put Tang Feng in his father's position at all. For Tang Ling, Tang Feng was just a familiar stranger.

But again, Tang Ling's plan failed. Because after Tang Feng finished saying that sentence, the annoying smile disappeared immediately, his eyes became severe, giving people an inexplicable pressure. He blew upwards as if he was relaxed, and his hair that seemed a little scattered on his forehead floated up.

"Do you know what power is for me? I can beat my son up when he is disobedient."

Tang Ling was completely angry and laughed, but remembered a saying from Gu Huaxia, "What's wrong with wanting to be punished?" Is his own words "Damn it, is he scolding his mother? This person is just finding a reason to beat him up.

Unfortunately, in the visual world, everything is visualization. Even if Tang Feng visualizes the scene of beating himself, it is just formalism. Is this guy crazy? Or is it too naive?

But just like in response to Tang Feng's words, I am just me, it's not natural to deal with my son?!

Extremely exaggeratedly, Tang Feng stepped on the stone with one leg again. At the same time, a doll appeared on his leg. The doll was visualized casually at first glance, or Tang Feng had no idea of ​​an exquisite doll. In short, there were a few hairs floating on the other end, two 6 representing eyes, and a thread represented the mouth.

What are you going to do? Tang Ling is no longer able to complain about the ugly doll, but he is completely unaware of Tang Feng's routine.

Tang Feng looked very mean, and he let out a sip of cigarette, then exaggeratedly, raised his hand high and slapped...

Why... Tang Ling suddenly felt cold in her heart. Even though she knew that in the visual world, Tang Feng could kill and control himself, but she could not beat him up...

Even if you hate Tang Feng, Tang Ling is still sober. He is sure that Tang Feng will not harm him. He...

Tang Ling suddenly had a little confused. Before these thoughts were finished, she heard an exaggerated "slap" sound, and Tang Feng slapped the doll's butt.

Is sick? Tang Ling was completely stunned. Only these two words appeared in his mind. But then Tang Ling was humiliated, shocked and angry and found that a very clear pain came from his butt! Just like Tang Feng slapped his butt!

You should know that in the visual world, the five senses in the body are almost closed! Why does such a clear pain feel?

But now all these doubts are not important. Tang Ling's shame and anger are almost overwhelmed, but at the same time he is sad to find that he has no choice but to roar: "Spanking is so small? I'll teach me a painful lesson."

I have to say that Tang Ling is very smart. He is deliberately angering Tang Feng. In fact, for a little man, even if he is stabbed a few times, it is better than being spanked? This is not a punishment at all, but a complete humiliation.

Tang Ling just ignored the fact that the man in front of him was his father, and a father's behavior like this was not considered humiliating.

Of course, Tang Ling also deliberately ignored this fact.

"I didn't grow it? How did you come from it if I didn't grow it? A joke." Since Tang Ling was his son, how could Tang Feng be fooled with his routine? He said, and then took a slap.

There is no doubt that Tang Ling's butt was honest, and once again, there was a burning pain. Tang Ling was about to explode, but he could not end this damn visualization.

"By the way, I just like pediatric spanking. It is said that dads like this, which is especially educational for disobedient naughty children."

‘Pa,pa,pa,pa’, Tang Feng slapped him again without any mercy.

Tang Ling was so angry that he began to curse without hesitation.

"I will never slap my son in the ass if I live to your age! I can't afford to lose my face."

"My son would be ashamed to think, isn't that just the skill?"

"Yes, what were you doing at this age? Playing with mud? I'm much better than you. If you are really my dad, you probably got hit by God's pie, right?"

Tang Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled at the corner of his mouth. Although he was as "bad" as Tang Ling's eyes, he didn't know why there was a bit of danger.

Sure enough, Tang Ling's premonition was right. At this time, Tang Feng suddenly threw the doll on his leg and kicked it on the doll's butt.

Damn, I was kicked on my ass!!

As proud as Tang Ling, he has now completely turned into an angry little lion. If it were in reality, he would probably have fought with Tang Feng.

For the first time, he felt what was completely suppressed. There was no way to do anything about it. He could only continue to curse without saying a word: "If I lived to your age, as long as you have practiced, I will not deal with you."

"I haven't treated you as a father."

At the same time, looking at the doll kicked away by Tang Feng, Tang Ling also felt the opportunity. He didn't care about anything, and just instantly visualized himself coming to this world.

As soon as he appeared, he began to rush towards the flying doll without hesitation, wanting to grab it.

Perhaps, the reason why Tang Feng was able to deal with himself like this is related to this visualized doll?

Anyway, I can't figure out the reason, Tang Ling will guess any doubts.

But Tang Ling's plan failed because he was disappointed to find that even in this free visual world, he should have been the absolute king, and he could not rob Tang Feng of his visual world.

He could only watch Tang Feng's big hand grab the doll's legs, then raised it in front of him, shaking: "Do you want this?"

Tang Ling gritted her teeth!

This is the first time that their father and son have faced each other? But the atmosphere is not right, and they have no emotions that should have, but they don’t seem to be unfamiliar. They naturally fall into confrontation, so no one cares about this.

"Give it to you." Tang Feng looked very kind.

Tang Ling couldn't believe it, but Tang Feng handed the doll to Tang Ling with sincerity: "After all, you are still my son."

Tang Ling was suspicious, but the shame of being spanked and kicked her ass made him tentatively extend his hand...

Sure enough, Tang Feng stuffed the doll into his hand.

That's it?
To be continued...