Chapter 845 Family Love Dyed Red with Blood

As Cong Gang's last number exited, the two ropes on the cross arm were cut off at the same time.

The two bodies, one large and one small, fell heavily towards the thorns on the ground in a free fall.

Although the pyramid-shaped ground thorns are only two or three centimeters, they can pierce a person with holes and bloody wounds.

Feng Xinglang never expected that Cong Gang still had his own son as a bargaining chip!

If he had known earlier, he would have risked his life with Cong Gang and would not have asked Cong Gang to ask this multiple-choice question.

"Nono..."

At the moment of falling, Feng Xinglang hissed his son's nickname from his nose at the top of his lungs.

It is also a signal to Hetun: Be sure to catch Nono!

The little guy used personal experience to prove that two objects with different weights fall at the same speed.

Whichever one is heavier will fall faster.

Hetun stood up and almost without hesitation rushed towards the direction where Feng Xinglang fell.

The sharp pyramid-shaped thorns first pierced the leather shoes on his feet, and then penetrated into his flesh. Facing the strong body of his son Feng Xinglang, the only thing Hetun could do was to give him The child serves as a backer.

The ground thorn pierced into Hetun's strong back, and bright red blood immediately overflowed. It was particularly shocking on the shiny ground thorn panel.

Because Feng Xinglang had already swayed in an arc after falling down, so Feng Xinglang hit it sideways.

It hit Hetun's arms, piercing the ground thorn deeper into Hetun's back.

"……Well!"

Hetun let out a low, muffled roar, and could barely lift his breath.

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

He tightly wrapped his arms around Feng Xinglang's waist to prevent him from being stabbed by the ground thorns.

More blood flowed out, dyeing his body a strange bright red;

They gathered into strands and flowed out from the gap at the bottom of the pyramid's thorns, creating a bloody and sad picture.

Perhaps as early as the moment he rushed to Tianmen Yao's private room in Yulong City, Hetun had made his own choice deep in his heart.

He knew that when Hetun kidnapped his son and grandson, he would do what he did back then: he would do the same thing in return!

Hetun made a choice!

He chose his son Feng Xinglang!

Theoretically speaking, one should choose the 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 mention how cruel Hetun is. If he could: he would trade his own life for his children and grandchildren!

It's just that Cong Gang didn't give him this chance! Cong Gang was about to force him to make the painful choice he did back then!

A cruel fact stood in front of Hetun: starting from the body of a grandfather, choosing grandson Fifteen would mean that Hetun would lose his son forever, and grandson Fifteen would lose his father forever.

Such pain will accompany him and his grandson Fifteen throughout their lives!

If you choose your son Xing Lang...

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

Therefore, Hetun is rational.

A rational heart was shedding blood and tears for his grandson at the moment when he made the choice of his son Xing Lang!

"Nono..."

Feng Xinglang ignored the pain in his calf and used the sharp thorns on the ground to cut the rope tied to his wrists.

Every time he made a move, the pain on Hetun's back underneath him would increase. But Feng Xinglang couldn't care about that much anymore. At this moment, the only thing left in his eyes and heart was his kiss. His son was granted the title of Linnuo.

There were streaks of blood on his wrists. After his hands were freed, Feng Xinglang immediately pulled off the aluminum foil tape on his mouth.

"Nono...Nono...promise to your biological father...Nono..."

With the help of Hetun's body, Feng Xinglang crossed the ground thorn and rolled sideways to his son Lin Nuo's side.

The ground thorns on Lin Nuo's side had shrunk back at some point, and prismatic holes appeared on the ground.

Directly under the traction rope, a square hidden compartment is opened, filled with ocean balls for cushioning.

A small body fluttered inside.

It should be that the ocean ball pool is too deep, and small things cannot jump up to it. They can only vigorously roll the ocean balls in the ocean ball pool, trying to get out of the ground.

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

The little guy's dull voice came from the ocean ball pool; Feng Xinglang immediately jumped in and started fishing down from where his son was flopping.

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

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

When he saw his lively son, Feng Xinglang's eyes were filled with tears. He immediately fished the little thing out of the ocean ball pool, held it in his arms and cried while murmuring.

"Baby...you scared your bastard biological father to death!"

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

"Feng Xinglang, you're bleeding...does it hurt?"

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

"It's okay...Dad, it's okay!"

Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy's cheek messily, kissing again, kissing again, and kissing again; he wished he could embed the little thing in his life.

"Where is my adoptive father? Where is my adoptive father?"

Thinking of something, the little guy looked around; the little guy who poked his head out of the ocean ball pool saw his adoptive father Hetun, lying on the ground with blood flowing across the spine, almost dying.

"Feng Xinglang! Go and save my adoptive father! He is bleeding a lot...he will die!"

The little guy pushed Feng Xinglang's shoulders eagerly and begged him sternly to save his adoptive father Hetun, who was riddled with holes from ground thorns.

Feng Xinglang turned around and stared silently at Hetun, who was acting as a backer for him and was covered in blood!

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

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

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

Feng Xinglang just stared silently at Hetun, who was breathless in a pool of blood, and hugged his child tightly!

"Alang...my child...I'm sorry...I'm sorry for you mother and son...I'm even more sorry for Ahe...in the next life...don't be my child..."

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

"Father...don't die! Stop talking!"

The little guy burst into tears, "Feng Xinglang, please quickly find a way to save my adoptive father!"

The little guy pushed Feng Xinglang's motionless body and tried to step on the ground to save his adoptive father Hetun, but he was stung and retracted in pain.

"He is not worthy of me saving him at all! He deserves it!"

Feng Xinglang's voice was deep, stained with all the resentment accumulated in his heart. But before he finished speaking, his eyes turned red again.

"You won't save my adoptive father! I'll save it myself!"

The little guy broke away from Feng Xinglang's arms, looked around anxiously, and threw the chairs, sofa cushions, and moveable small round tables onto the ground.

"Fifteen...good boy...stop working so hard...call me grandpa..."

"Don't scream! Don't scream! I won't call you until you survive!"

The little guy who couldn't move the sofa was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes, "Feng Xinglang, come and help! If my adoptive father dies... I will never forgive you!"

"Fifteen... you are such a filial and good boy... your adoptive father did not... did not love you in vain... if your adoptive father dies... remember to help your adoptive father take good... good care of your biological father... he... …He loves you very much…”

"Father... please stop bitching! You won't die... Fifteen won't allow you to die... you can't die!"

The little guy was already in tears.

He struggled to use his small shoulders to support the heavy sofa.

Feng Xinglang stood still, as if he didn't understand his son Nono's deep feelings for Hetun.

Looking at the little thing's sweaty and tearful face, Feng Xinglang's heart felt tight and painful.

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

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

But he couldn't bear to let his son eat so much. Every time the little guy grunted and growled, it made him feel extremely distressed!

Finally, Feng Xinglang's legs moved!

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

Feng Xinglang knew clearly: he was just helping his child!

That's all!

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

Love thicker than water and irresolvable hatred seem to have been explained to a certain extent at this moment.

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

"Boss, Xing Er is here! There are six speedboats opening the way ahead, followed by a large cruise ship!"

Wei Kang walked to Cong Gang and reported. Seeing that Cong Gang was just staring at the three generations of Hetun ancestors silently, he added: "They should arrive in half an hour!"

"You take the third and fourth children and leave first!"

After a long time, Cong Gang responded lightly.

"What about you?"

"Me? Ha! If I leave, you won't be able to escape! I'd better stay and go to hell with Hetun!"

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

"Boss, it's better for me to stay! You and the third and fourth sons go first!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Leave quickly! If you don't leave, no one will be able to leave!"

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

He knew clearly that even if a person like He Tun took the initiative to pierce the ground, he would avoid the vital and fatal points of the body.

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

He can definitely suffer until Xing Er rushes over to save him!

Cong Gang had already felt that Hetun was beginning to adjust and slow down his breathing to reduce the flow of blood in his body.

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

The little guy roared loudly.

But Feng Xinglang didn't move. It seemed that the person Cong Gang pointed his gun at was just a strange passerby.

Or in Feng Xinglang's mind: Hetun is not even as good as a passerby!