Chapter 843 Only One Can Be Saved

The pyramid-shaped thorns are only two or three centimeters high. They may not be able to stab a person directly to death, but they can make them bleed and make life worse than death.

Cong Gang asked the third child to seal Feng Xinglang's mouth with aluminum foil tape; Feng Xinglang himself didn't really want to talk to Hetun, so he acquiesced to Cong Gang's perverted behavior.

Familiar scenes reappeared, but things were different.

Especially identity!

Cong Gang was sitting behind a thorn that covered an area of ​​seventy or eighty square meters. He stared intently at Hetun in front of him.

That is a feeling that is both familiar and strange!

The face of Hetun has been imprinted on Cong Gang's heart with unforgettable hatred;

But the Hetun in front of him at this moment was unfamiliar. From when Cong Gang was a child, he was as strong as an ox, to now his hair is turning white. The ruthless knife of time is fair and just, and it will never let go of anyone in the world!

Time will peel away the unforgettable things from your heart bit by bit. No matter how reluctant you are, how sad you are, how sad and resentful you are, it will not help.

No one can escape birth, old age, illness and death!

"Songtai, let Alang go, I will let you do whatever you want."

Hetun's voice was steady. On the way to Yulong City, he had already made his choice.

To a certain extent: he is still somewhat grateful to Cong Gang!

He thanked Cong Gang for his help!

Fulfill a father's guilt for his son!

Hetun tried his best to dedicate everything he had to his son Feng Xinglang, including his own life.

That way, even if he goes to hell, he can still confess to his beloved woman Ahe.

“It’s not that simple, and it’s not that cheap!”

Cong Gang said calmly.

He thought that when he faced Hetun again, he would get jealous and furious; but for some reason, perhaps because his state of mind was old, Cong Gang was much calmer and calmer than ten years ago.

"Then what do you want?" Hetun said in a cold voice.

The ground thorns are eighty square meters, and except for people like Spider-Man, no one should be able to leap over them.

Hetun raised his head and stared deeply at his son Xing Lang, who was suspended six or seven meters high.

Feng Xinglang avoided Hetun's gaze. He didn't want to face Hetun directly.

Bang bang, with two high-fives from Cong Gang, another binding rope was slowly lowered from the central ceiling.

"Fifteen? Fifteen..." Hetun called eagerly.

Hearing Hetun's call, Feng Xinglang, who originally just wanted to stay silent and cooperate with Cong Gang to watch Hetun's "good show", suddenly became uneasy.

He turned his head and saw a small figure hanging on the opposite side eight meters away from him.

It turned out to be his biological son - Feng Linnuo!

At the moment when he saw his son, Feng Xinglang almost went crazy.

"Uh...uh uh..."

Feng Xinglang roared hysterically at Cong Gang. Because his mouth was sealed with aluminum foil tape, Feng Xinglang could only roar inarticulately.

This kind of atmosphere is what Cong Gang wants!

But the little guy looked quite calm. He looked at his biological father who was suspended like him, and then saw his adoptive father Hetun standing below. The little guy, whose mouth was also sealed, started babbling.

"Father...Father..."

"Cong Gang, what on earth do you want to do?" Hetun hissed at Cong Gang.

"You, Hetun, should be most familiar with this scene!"

Cong Gang smiled coldly, "It's still the same as before, choose one of the two. I will have people cut off the ropes on them at the same time, and my son and grandson will fall together... and you can only save one!"

"Cong...gang...I...X...you bastard!"

Feng Xinglang was like an out-of-control beast, roaring inarticulately at Cong Gang.

If Feng Xinglang knew that this was Cong Gang's real idea, he would never agree to cooperate with him.

Feng Xinglang really didn't expect that Cong Gang would arrest his children together!

The scene is still the familiar one, but their identities have changed 180 degrees.

Hetun, who was originally the initiator of the multiple-choice question, now strangely became the one making the choice;

Do you want Hetun to feel the artistic conception of making a choice that is so entangled that it drives you crazy?

Feng Xinglang, who had made two choices, now became one of the options in Cong Gang's multiple-choice question.

Maybe let him experience the sadness and sadness of being abandoned?

In fact, at this moment, Feng Xinglang didn't feel sad or desolate at all about being abandoned. The only thing he cared about was that his own flesh and blood could be safe!

The child Lin Nuo is only 5 years old, but it is the second time he has become an adult.

The first time was with the crybaby Feng Tuantuan, and the second time was with his own father...

After hearing that Cong Gang said that he wanted his adoptive father Hetun to do multiple-choice questions, the little guy seemed a little anxious. But he couldn't speak, he could only babbling and twisting his little body.

He wanted to tell his adoptive father Hetun: You must choose your biological father Feng Xinglang; because the bastard Cong Gang had already told him that there was an ocean ball underneath him. So if he falls, he won't be injured or punctured at all.

"Songtai, if you have any grudges, come to Hetun alone! Let Alang and Shishi go! They are innocent!"

Hetun hissed quietly.

"Haha, I didn't expect that the big poisonous fish would say such a thing? When you forced my father to do this multiple-choice question, did you ever think about a helpless woman and a talented person? The innocence of an 8-year-old?”

Cong Gang asked Hetun back with a sneer.

Hetun's Adam's apple slid violently.

"My father went through life and death for you and laid down most of his empire, but you actually treat his wife and children like that?"

Cong Gang's voice was slightly trembling. He has always been indifferent, but there are also times when he gets emotional.

Hetun slowly raised his breath and said, "Songtai, some things are not what you see! I regard your father as a brother and sister! But..."

"But what? Is it because he has great achievements? Are you afraid that he will shake your status and power?"

Facing Cong Gang's questioning, Hetun shook his head bitterly.

"No! It was your mother...she seduced my concubine in an unruly manner! She also framed Ahe..."

"Shut up! Everyone is already dead, and you still frame him?"

Cong Gang roared out of control. Perhaps at this moment, he was his true self again.

Hetun raised his head, stared deeply at his son and grandson who were hanging high, and took a deep breath.

"Songtai, I promised your father: I will never tell that secret in this life! But today, for my own children and for you, I have to tell you!"

"What a pity Hetun, I don't want to hear your story! I'll give you ten seconds to consider: should you save your own son or your own grandson!"