Chapter 845

With the last number exit of Cong Gang, two ropes on the cross arm were cut off at the same time.

One big one and the other small two bodies fell down to the ground spikes.

Although the pyramid shaped spikes are only two or three centimeters long, they can pierce a person with a lot of holes and flesh.

Feng Xinglang never thought CongGang still had his own son in his hand!

If he had known, he would have fought with Cong Gang, and he would not have let Cong Gang come up with this multiple-choice question.

"Nono..."

At the moment of falling, Feng Xinglang screamed out his son's nickname from his nose.

It's also a signal to Hetun: you must catch nuono!

The little guy proved with his own experience that two objects with different weights fall at the same speed.

No heavy one will fall faster.

He Tun jumped up, almost without hesitation towards Feng Xinglang.

The sharp pyramid shaped spikes pierced the shoes on his feet first, and then into his skin and flesh. Facing his son Feng Xinglang's strong body, the only thing he could do was to cushion his children's back.

After stabbing into the strong back of Hetun, the ground stab immediately overflowed with bright red blood. On the polished ground stab panel, it was particularly shocking.

Because after Feng Xinglang fell down, he had already swung up a radian, so Feng Xinglang fell down sideways.

Hit in the arms of Hetun, and pierce the ground prick into the back of Hetun deeper.

“…… Well

He Tun gave out a low, stuffy roar, and his breath almost didn't come up.

Even he could hear the blood gushing in his throat!

He tightly encircled Feng Xinglang's waist with his arms to prevent him from being stabbed.

More blood flowed out and dyed the body strangely red;

converged into a stream and flowed out from the gap at the bottom of the pyramid, outlining the bloody and miserable picture.

Perhaps as early as the moment when he went to Tianmen private room in Yulong City, he Tun had his own choice in his heart.

He knew that he Tun would take away his son and grandson in the same way as he used to do!

Hetun made a choice!

He chose his son Feng Xinglang!

Theoretically speaking, we should choose Sun Tzu 15.

Because the little guy is only 5 years old, his life will be long!

But Hetun chose his son Feng Xinglang.

It's not that Hetun is cruel. If he can: he will exchange his own life for his children and grandchildren!

Cong Gang didn't give him the chance! Cong gang was about to force him to make a painful choice like that!

It's a cruel fact: from a grandfather's body, choosing grandson 15 means that he will lose his son forever, and grandson 15 will lose his father forever.

This kind of pain will accompany his life with his grandson 15!

If you choose your son Xing Lang

Maybe my son Xing Lang and Lin xueluo will only have a short pain! They will have their second child

Therefore, Hetun is rational.

A rational heart, but in the moment of making a choice, his son Xing Lang shed tears for his grandson's blood!

"Nono..."

Feng Xinglang didn't care about his leg. He used the sharp stab on the ground to cut the rope tied to his wrist.

Every time he moved, he would feel more and more pain in the river under his back. But Feng Xinglang could not care so much. At this moment, his eyes and heart were only his own son Feng Linnuo.

After his hands were free, Feng Xinglang immediately opened the aluminum tape on his mouth.

"Nono Nono Promise to kiss your father Nono... "

With the help of Hetun's body, Feng Xinglang crossed the spikes and rolled to the half of his son Linnuo.

I don't know when the spikes on Linnuo's side have retracted. There are many prismatic holes on the ground.

Just below the rope, there is a square dark grid filled with sea balls for cushioning.

A little body was fluttering inside.

It should be that the ocean ball pool is too deep, small things can't flop to the top, they can only struggle to turn the ocean ball in the ocean ball pool, trying to get out of the ground.

"Feng Xinglang I'm down there I'm down there... "

In the ocean ball pool, the little guy's dull voice came out; Feng Xinglang immediately jumped down and began to fish where his son was fluttering.

"Feng Xinglang I'm here I'm fine. I'm still alive! "

Finally, the little head of my son came out of the ocean ball pool.When he saw his lively son, Feng Xinglang was dazzled with tears. He immediately fished the little thing out of the ocean ball pool and held it in his arms, weeping and murmuring.

"Honey You scared the hell out of your father! "

Feng Xinglang lost his voice and choked. He really can't afford to lose his child again! It would be more painful than killing him.

"Feng Xinglang, you are bleeding Does it hurt? "

The little guy found the sticky blood mark on Feng Xinglang's cheek.

"It's ok It's all right, Dad

Feng Xinglang kisses the little guy's cheek disorderly. He sticks and kisses again and again. He wants to embed the little thing in his life.

"What about the adoptive father? Where's my adoptive father? "

Thinking of something, the little guy looked around; the little thing out of the ocean ball pool saw the adoptive father Hetun lying on the ground stab, bleeding, almost dying.

"Feng Xinglang! Go and save my adoptive father! He shed a lot of blood He will die

The little guy eagerly pushes Feng Xinglang's shoulder and implores him to save his adoptive father Hetun, who has been punctured by the ground.

Feng Xinglang turns his head and stares at the bloody river village!

All of a sudden, all the hatred in this moment of light opened, such as drifting around the clouds.

Feng Xinglang thought that he would never forgive Hetun in his whole life. Will not accept the existence of Hetun identity!

But at this moment, it seems that the thorn blocking the bottom of my heart is not so sharp!

Feng Xinglang stares at the river village in the pool of blood and hugs his child tightly!

"Alan My child Sorry I'm sorry for your mother and son I'm even more sorry to ah he The next life Don't be my child... "

He Tun's voice is incoherent and intermittent. It seems that his breath may be cut off at any time.

"Adoptive father Don't you die! Stop talking

The little boy cried, "Feng Xinglang, please try to save my adoptive father!"

The little guy pushed Feng Xinglang's motionless body and tried to step on the stab to save his adoptive father Hetun, but he was hurt and pulled back.

"He's not worth saving at all! He deserved it

Feng Xinglang's voice was deep and full of anger. But before the end of the words, they turned red again.

"You don't save my adoptive father! I'll help myself

The little guy broke free from Feng Xinglang's arms, looked around anxiously, and stabbed the chair, sofa cushion and movable round table to the ground.

"Fifteen Good boy Don't be so busy Call me grandfather... "

"No! No! I'll call you if you survive! "

The little guy who couldn't move the sofa was in tears. "Feng Xinglang, come and help! If my adoptive father dies I won't forgive you! "

"Fifteen You are such a filial child The adoptive father didn't No white pain you If the adoptive father dies Remember to help your adoptive father Take good care of your father He He loves you very much... "

"Adoptive father You don't want to bawl anymore! You won't die You are not allowed to die You can't die! "

The little guy is already in tears.

Struggling with a small shoulder to the top of the heavy sofa.

Feng Xinglang is still in the same place. It seems that he doesn't understand his son Nuo's deep feelings for Hetun.

Looking at the little thing's sweat and tears, Feng Xinglang's heart was hurt.

He doesn't know if he should help

To rescue an enemy who has killed himself again and again?

But he did not want his son to eat so much. Every little boy hummed and roared hard, which made him very sad!

Finally, Feng Xinglang's legs moved!

He went to his son and helped him push the sofa to flatten the raised spikes on the ground.

Feng Xinglang clearly knows that he is only helping his children!

That's all!

Cong Gang silently looks at the love and hatred of their grandparents and grandchildren.

At this moment, it seems that the love thicker than water and the hatred that can't be changed have been interpreted to a certain extent.

Perhaps only in the time of parting can we see each other's heart and feel each other's feelings.

"Boss, Xing Er is here! There are six speedboats in front, followed by a large cruise ship

Wei Kang goes to Cong gang and reports. Seeing that Cong gang was just staring at the three generations of Hetun's ancestors and grandchildren, he added: "they should arrive in half an hour!"

"Take old three and old four with you and leave first!"

For a long time, Cong just gave a light answer."And you?"

"Me? Oh! If I leave, you will not escape! I'd better stay and go to hell with Hetun! "

Cong Gang took a deep breath, but only slowly spit out half of it.

"Boss, I'll stay! You go first with old three and old four

"Stop talking nonsense! step on it! No one will go away again

Cong Gang slowly raised his gun to the river village on the ground.

He knew that a person like Hetun, even if he took the initiative to stab the ground, would avoid the harmful and fatal points of his body.

Therefore, the bleeding Hetun will not die so soon!

He can suffer until Xing Er comes to save him!

Cong gang has already felt that Hetun is adjusting and slowing down his breathing to reduce the outflow of blood from his body.

"Caterpillar, don't hurt my adoptive father!"

The little guy gave a sharp roar.

But Feng Xinglang didn't move. It seems Cong just pointed a gun at a stranger.

Or in Feng Xinglang's mind: Hetun is not as good as passers-by a!