Chapter 845: Blood stained affection

With Cong Gang's last digital exit, the two ropes on the cross arm were cut off at the same time.

The big one, the small one and two small bodies smashed into the ground on the ground in a free fall.

Although the pyramidal thorns are only two or three centimeters in height, they can pierce people with holes and flesh.

Feng Xinglang never imagined that Cong Gang still had his own son's chip!

If he had known, he would have tried his best with Cong Gang, and he would not have come out with this multiple choice question.

"Nono ..."

At the moment of falling, Feng Xing sighed and exhausted his son's milk name from his nasal cavity.

Signaling to Hetun: Must catch Nono!

The little guy confirmed with his own experience that two objects of different weights fell at the same speed.

If it's not heavy, it will fall faster.

He Tun stood up, almost rushing towards Feng Xinglang's direction without hesitation.

The sharp pyramidal stabs first penetrated the leather shoes on his feet, and then penetrated into his flesh; in the face of the healthy physique that his son Feng Xinglang dropped, the only thing Hetun could do was to give Child as a cushion.

The ground thorns pierced into the back of Hetun's sturdy back, and immediately overflowed with red blood. On the shimmering ground thorn panel, it was particularly shocking.

Because Feng Xinglang had already swayed an arc after falling; Feng Xinglang smashed it sideways.

He smashed into He Tun's arms, piercing the thorns deeper into the back of He Tun.

"……Uh!"

He Tun gave a deep muffled roar, and was almost unable to bring it up.

He could even hear the sound of blood tumbling in his throat!

He wrapped his arms tightly around Feng Xinglang's waist, preventing him from being punctured and injured.

More blood flowed out, dyed a weird red under him;

Converging into strands, flowing out from the gap at the bottom of the pyramidal thorn, sketching the bleeding and stern picture.

Perhaps as soon as he rushed to the Tianmen Ballroom in Yulong City, Hetun had his own choice in his heart.

He knew that He Tunyu would take away his son and grandson, as he had done in the past: use the same way and give back to him!

Hetun made a choice!

Chosen his son Feng Xinglang!

Theoretically speaking, you should choose grandson fifteen.

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

But Hetun chose his son Feng Xinglang.

Not to say how cruel Hetun is. If possible: he would trade his own life for his children and grandchildren!

But Cong Gang didn't give him this opportunity! Cong Gang was about to force him to make a life-threatening choice like he did then!

A cruel fact is in front of Hetun: starting from the body of a grandfather and choosing grandson fifteen, it would mean that hetun lost his son forever, and grandson fifteen lost his father forever.

Such injuries will accompany his life with his grandson fifteen!

If you choose your son Xing Lang ...

Perhaps the sons Xing Lang and Lin Xueluo will only have short-term pain! They will have their second child ...

Therefore, Hetun is rational.

A rational heart, but at the moment when he made the choice of his son Xing Lang, he was crying for his grandson!

"Nono ..."

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

Every time he moves, he will make the Hetun on the back of the body hurt and hurt; but Feng Xinglang can't care so much. At this moment, only his kisses and hearts are left in his eyes. Son Fenglinuo.

Blood stains were rubbed on the wrist. After the hands were free, Feng Xinglang immediately tore off the aluminum foil tape on his mouth.

"Nono ... Nono ... promised my dad ... Nono ..."

With the help of Hetun's body, Feng Xinglang crossed the stab and rolled to the half of his son Lin Nuo.

Lin Nuo's spur on this side did not know when it had retracted, and there were prism-shaped holes on the ground.

Right below the traction rope, a square dark grid is opened, which is filled with ocean **** for buffering.

A small body fluttered inside.

It should be that the ocean ball pool is too deep, and small things can't pounce on it. Instead, they can only hurdle the ocean ball in the ocean ball pool, trying to reach out to the ground.

"Feng Xinglang ... I'm below ... I'm below ..."

In the ocean ball pool, the dull voice of the little guy came out; Feng Xinglang immediately jumped down and started fishing down where his son threw.

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

Finally, the son's small head was found in the ocean ball pool.

When he saw his surging son, Feng Xinglang was in tears. He immediately took the little thing out of the ocean ball pool, and cried in his arms.

"Baby ... you scared your **** dear!"

Feng Xinglang choked. He really can't afford to lose his child again! That would be more distressing than killing him.

"Feng Xinglang, are you bleeding ... does it hurt?"

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

"It's okay ... daddy's okay!"

Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy's cheek in a messy way, and kissed and kissed again, and then kissed again; wishing to embed the little thing in his life at once.

"What about the righteous father? What about my righteous father?"

Thinking of what, the little guy looked around; the little thing out of the ocean ball pool saw the lying on the ground spine, blood flowing, almost dying of Yifu Hetun.

"Feng Xinglang! Go and save my righteous father! He bleeds a lot of blood ... he will die!"

The little boy hurriedly shoved Feng Xinglang's shoulder and pleaded with him to rescue the righteous father Hetun who had been stabbed in the ground.

Feng Xinglang turned his head, silently staring at him as a cushion, covered with blood, Hetun!

Suddenly, all the hatred faded away at this moment, like erratic clouds.

Feng Xinglang thought that he would never forgive him again in his life. Not to accept the existence of Hetun identity!

But at this moment, the thorn that seems to be stuck in my heart is not so sharp!

Feng Xinglang stared so silently at Hetun, who was in a pool of blood, hugs his child tightly!

"Alang ... my child ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry for your mother and son ... More sorry for Ahe ... the next life ... don't be my child ..."

Hetun's voice was no longer coherent and intermittent, as if it was possible to cut off his breath at any time.

"Father, don't die! Don't talk!"

The little baby doll burst into tears, "Feng Xinglang, you must find a way to save my righteous father!"

The little guy shoved Feng Xinglang's motionless body and tried to stab him to rescue his father, Hetun, but was backed up with pain.

"He's not worth me to save him at all! That's what he deserves!"

Feng Xinglang's voice was deep and infected with all the anger that had accumulated in his heart. But before the words were over, his eyes were red again.

"You will not save my righteous father! I will save it myself!"

The little guy broke away from Feng Xinglang's embrace, looked around anxiously, and threw the chair, sofa cushion, and small round table that could be moved to the ground with a stab in the brain.

"Fifteen ... beloved ... don't do anything blindly ... call me grandpa ..."

"Don't call! Don't call! If you survive, I will call you!"

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

"Fifteen ... You are such a filial child ... The righteous father didn't ... didn't hurt you ... If the righteous father dies ... remember to help the right father ... take good care of your dear ... ... he loves you ... "

"Righteous father ... don't do it anymore! You won't die ... fifteen won't allow you to die ... you can't die!"

The little guy was already in tears.

Struggling to top the heavy sofa with small shoulders.

Feng Xinglang stagnates in situ, and he seems to not understand his son Nono's deep affection for Hetun.

Looking at the small, sweaty and teary face of Feng Xiaolang, Feng Xinglang's heart was hurting for a while.

He didn't know if he should help ...

To rescue an enemy who has repeatedly put himself to death?

But he couldn't bear to have his son eat up like that. Every little humming and screaming of the little guy made him extremely distressed!

In the end, Feng Xinglang's legs still moved!

He walked towards his son and helped him push the sofa together to flatten the raised spurs on the ground.

Feng Xinglang knew clearly that he was only helping his children!

That's it!

Cong Gang silently watched the love and hatred of their grandchildren for three generations.

Feelings thicker than water and invincible enemies seem to have a certain interpretation at this moment.

Perhaps only when life and death are parting, can we see each other's hearts clearly and feel each other's feelings.

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

Wei Kang went to Cong Gang's side and reported. Seeing Cong Gang just staring silently at the three generations of Hetun, he added: "They should be there in half an hour!"

"You take the third and fourth sons and leave them first!"

For a long time, Cong just responded slightly.

"What about you?"

"I? Oh! If I go, you can't escape! I'll stay with Hetun and go to hell!"

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

"Boss, let me stay! You go first with the youngest!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry! No one can leave without leaving!"

Cong just slowly raised his gun towards Hetun, who was stabbing on the ground.

He knows that even people like Hetun, even if they take the initiative to pierce the ground, will avoid the vital and fatal points of the body.

Therefore, Hetun, who has lost blood, will not die so soon!

He was fully able to torture Xing Er over to rescue him!

Cong Gang has felt that Hetun is beginning to adjust and slow down his breathing to reduce blood flow from his body.

"Big caterpillar, don't hurt my righteous father!"

The little guy roared violently.

But Feng Xinglang didn't move. It seems that Cong Gang was pointing at his gun, just an unfamiliar passerby.

Or in Feng Xinglang's mind: Hetun is not even as good as the first!