Chapter 1917

What a domineering old man!

He used to destroy his own son's body and mind, but now he interferes in his own son's life!

Insist on thinking: he is cleaning up dangerous obstacles for his son! Never to reflect on their own behavior is not the son needs! All along, he will do what he wants!

But in Hetun's opinion, his sincere heart was not accepted by his son! He thinks: the confrontation and disobedience of his son Feng Xinglang over and over again are aggravating his own danger! But my son didn't know!

Therefore, even if the son misunderstood himself, he would get rid of the future trouble for his son!

"Hetun, let Coben take CongGang out of the basement! Yan Bang only gave me one hour

Feng Xinglang suppresses his anger and urges Hetun to bring people out to him.

"I've asked them to save people!"

He Tun not only did not worry, but also leisurely sat down on his chair, with a smooth appearance.

"What? Did you ask Xing Shiqi to rescue people by force? "

Feng Xinglang was even more nervous. "What if they fight to hurt nono? Today's Yanbang is no longer the former one! He's really going to kill nono

"There will be no danger in the tenth five year plan!" He Tun snorted.

"Hetun! You don't have to be so fuckin 'arrogant, okay? Nono is my son! I can't help but think that he's in a bit of danger! " Feng Xinglang roared.

"Alan, is that what you've come up with to save Songtai?"

Hetun's sneer is half hidden under the wrinkles of his face. It looks a little chilly.

If we analyze it carefully, it is not difficult to find that this meaningful question of Hetun is true.

He seems to know something, but it is inconvenient for him to be frank with his son.

The reason why he smiles coldly may be that he feels that his son has been hiding and deceiving him!

It seems that he Tun expected that his son 15 was robbed by Cong Gang's men and then coerced into letting Cong Gang go.

"Hetun, I'll ask you: will you let me take CongGang away?"

In order to save his son, Feng Xinglang was not in the mood to play with Hetun.

"What if I don't?" He Tun asked harshly.

"Hetun, do you want to ignore the danger of nuono?"

Feng Xinglang really can't say: Nuo Nuo is your grandson. How can you die without help?! In that case, is it not equivalent to recognizing the identity of Hetun's father? At this critical moment, the arbitrary and domineering Hetun is really itching to beat!

"Nono is my grandson. How can I not save him?"

Hetun sneered and asked: "it's you, a father, who can take risks with his own son in order to save Songtai!"

"Hetun, I don't have time to mess with you! Let me ask you again: shall I take someone with me

Yan Bang didn't have much time left for him, and Feng Xinglang's breath was also hasty: "Cong Gang, if you really want his life, you can catch him next time! But nono is in danger now, I have to make sure he's safe! "

"Next time? Are you going to let me go? "

At this moment, the focus of father and son is different. Of course, he Tun would not agree to such an approach.

But Lang Bang's son has been held in his heart by Yan Kexing. To be able to rescue Cong gang by the way is also an account of Cong Gang's contribution to their family!

"What about letting the tiger go back to the mountain? With your arrogance, are you afraid you can't catch him? "

Feng Xinglang half mocked and half complimented Hetun, but he approached Hetun.

He thought Hetun would agree. After all, it's dangerous now, but he's in Hetun My grandson!

But now, he should reposition his family's position in Hetun's mind!

Hetun is a master who is eager to win! Family affection is nothing to him?

"Alan, do you really want to count your father and children in order to save Songtai?"

He Tun's question sounds like he is innocent? Isn't he neglecting the safety of his grandson?

At the moment of heartache in Hetun, Feng Xinglang is flying towards him like a cheetah

"Don't act rashly! Otherwise, prepare to collect the corpse for your dear adoptive father! "

Feng Xinglang clenched Hetun's neck in one hand and pointed a gun at Hetun's temple in the other. "There are real bullets in the gun this time! Cobain, if you don't believe it, try it! "

Ke Ben, who wants to save Hetun, did not expect that Prince Xing, who was just playing with his mouth, suddenly made such a treacherous act of holding his own father with a gun!

"Feng Xinglang, do you know what you are doing? My adoptive father is your own father

With a low warning, Cobain approached fengxinglang, who was holding Hetun."Don't move! Go ahead, and today next year will be your adoptive father's death day! "

Feng Xinglang stood against Hetun's head and stopped Coben who moved slowly. "Go and bring CongGang out! Go

"Don't go!"

Before Coben could speak, there was a roar from Hetun, "Alan won't shoot my own father!"

Cheeto's provocation!

Hetun is totally challenging the bottom line of fengxinglang!

Forced into helplessness, Feng Xinglang hit the head on one side of Hetun with a butt of his gun, and blood ran down his cheek.

"Feng Xinglang, are you crazy?! That's your real father

With a sharp roar, Coben was just about to step forward With a bang, Feng Xinglang actually shot!

The bullet hit the top of the remaining arm in Hetun!

The blood gushed out in an instant and trickled down Hetun's arm.

"Feng Xinglang, you bastard! Let go of my adoptive father

Xing 12, who was kept by Hetun branch outside the villa, rushed in after hearing the gunfire.

"Xing 12, dare you step forward again!" Feng Xinglang reaches the temple of Hetun with his gun.

Xing twelve Dun lived, he dare not take the adoptive father River Tun's life risk!

Seriously, maybe even Cobain didn't expect that Feng Xinglang would actually shoot his own father!!

And at this moment, the river village seems to be more sad than death!

His only son, a good son for whom he devoted himself and broke his heart, actually shot at his father!

Just to save Cong Gang! A United Yanbang wants to harm his villain!

But he was really shot for his father!

"Coben, if you don't want to see Hetun's arms Disabled Go and get CongGang out of here At this moment, Feng Xinglang was like a red eyed beast, which was cruel and violent.