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

The two bodies, one large and one small, fell in free fall and slammed down on the ground spikes.

Although the pyramid-shaped ground thorns are only two or three centimeters, they can pierce people with thousands of holes and blurred flesh and blood.

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

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

"Nono ......"

At the moment of falling, Feng Xinglang hissed his son's name from his nose hoarsely.

is also signaling to Hetun: Be sure to catch Nuonuo!

The little guy has confirmed with his own experience that two objects of different weight fall at the same speed.

None of them weigh and will fall faster.

Hetun rose to his feet and almost without hesitation rushed towards the direction where Feng Xinglang fell.

Sharp, pyramidal thorns pierced first through the leather shoes on his feet, and then into his flesh; In the face of his son Feng Xinglang's sturdy physique, the only thing Hetun could do was to use his child as a backrest.

The ground thorn pierced into the sturdy back of Hetun, and immediately overflowed bright red blood, which was particularly shocking on the shiny floor thorn panel.

Because after Feng Xinglang fell, he had already swung an arc; So Feng Xinglang smashed it sideways.

smashed into Hetun's arms, piercing the thorns in Hetun's back even deeper.

“…… Belch! ”

He Tun let out a low muffled roar, and he almost couldn't lift his breath.

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

He wrapped his arms tightly around Feng Xinglang's waist, preventing him from being stabbed on the ground.

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

Gathered into strands, flowing out of the crack at the bottom of the pyramidal thorn, sketching a bloody and poignant picture.

Perhaps as early as the moment he rushed to the Tianmen Ballad Room in Imperial Dragon City, Hetun had his own choice in his heart.

He knew that Hetun would kidnap his son and grandson just like he did back then: give back to the other in his way!

Hetun made a choice!

chose his son Feng Xinglang!

Theoretically, Sun Tzu's fifteenth should be chosen.

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 ruthless. 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 a painful choice like he did back then!

A cruel fact is in front of Hetun: starting from the body of a grandfather, choosing Sun Zi 15 will mean that he Hetun will lose his son forever, and Sun Zi 15 will lose his father forever.

This kind of pain will accompany him and his grandson 15 for the rest of their lives!

If you choose your son Xing Lang......

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

Therefore, Hetun is sensible.

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

"Nono ......"

Feng Xinglang didn't care about his sore calf, and he used the sharp thorns on the ground to cut the rope that was tied to his wrist.

Every time he moved, he would stir the river under his back, which made it hurt even more; But Feng Xinglang couldn't care so much, at this moment, only his own son Feng Linnuo was left in his eyes and heart.

Stripes of blood were polished on his wrists, and after his hands were free, Feng Xinglang immediately ripped off the aluminum foil tape from his mouth.

"Nono...... Nono ...... Promise your father...... Nono ......"

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

The ground thorns on Lin Nuo's side didn't know when they had shrunk back, and there were prismatic holes on the ground.

Directly below the leash, a square compartment opens, filled with ocean balls for cushioning.

A small body fluttered inside.

It should be that the ocean ball pool is too deep, and the little things can't pounce on it, so they can only swell the ocean balls in the ocean ball pool vigorously, trying to poke out of the ground.

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

In the ocean ball pool, the dull voice of the little one came out; Feng Xinglang immediately jumped down and began to fish down where his son was plopping.

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

Finally, his son's little head poked out of the ocean ball pool.

When he saw his son who was jumping around, Feng Xinglang was teary-eyed, and he immediately fished the little thing out of the ocean ball pool, hugged it in his arms and sobbed and muttered.

"Baby...... You're scared to death your bastard daddy! ”

Feng Xinglang choked up. He really can't afford to lose his child again! That would be even more heart-wrenching than killing him.

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

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

"It's alright...... Daddy is fine! ”

Feng Xinglang kissed the little guy's cheek messily, and kissed and kissed, and kissed and kissed; I can't wait to embed small things in my life all at once.

"What about the father-in-law? What about my father-in-law? ”

Thinking of something, the little one looked around; The little thing that poked out of the ocean ball pool saw his father-in-law lying on the ground thorns, blood flowing, and almost dying.

"Feng Xinglang! Go and save my father! He bled a lot...... He's going to die! ”

The little guy eagerly pushed Feng Xinglang's shoulder, and begged him to save his father-in-law Hetun, who was stabbed by the ground thorns.

Feng Xinglang turned his head and silently stared at Hetun, who was covered in blood and had been used as a backing for himself!

Suddenly, all the hatred dissolved faintly at this moment, like a fluctuating cloud.

Feng Xinglang thought that in his life, he would never forgive Hetun again. I will not accept the existence of Hetun's identity!

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

Feng Xinglang stared at Hetun in a pool of blood silently, hugging his child tightly!

"Aaron...... My baby...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry for you mother and son...... I'm even more sorry Ah He...... Afterlife...... Don't be my child'......"

Hetun's voice was incoherent and intermittent, as if he might cut off his breath at any time.

"Father-in-law...... You don't want to die! Don't talk anymore! ”

The little guy doll cried, "Feng Xinglang, you quickly find a way to save my father-in-law!" ”

The little guy pushed Feng Xinglang's motionless body, and when he tried to step on the ground and stab to save his father-in-law Hetun, he was stabbed back again.

"He doesn't deserve me to save him! He deserved it! ”

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

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

The little guy broke free of Feng Xinglang's embrace, looked around anxiously, and threw the chairs, sofa cushions, and small round tables that could be moved to the ground.

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

"Don't scream! Don't call it! If you survive, I'll call you! ”

The little guy who couldn't move the sofa was so anxious that his eyes were in tears, "Feng Xinglang, come and help!" If my stepfather dies...... I won't forgive you! ”

"Fifteen...... You are such a good and filial boy...... The stepfather did not ...... Didn't hurt you in vain...... If the stepfather dies...... Remember to help your father-in-law take care of it...... Take good care of your own father...... He...... He loves you so much......"

"Father-in-law...... You don't want to chirp anymore! You're not going to die...... Fifteen will not allow you to die...... You can't die! ”

The little guy was already in tears.

Struggling to use his little shoulders to push up the heavy sofa.

Feng Xinglang stayed in place, he seemed to be a little unaware of his son Nuo Nuo's deep feelings for Hetun.

Looking at the little thing's sweaty and tearful little face, Feng Xinglang's heart was stabbed for a while.

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

To rescue an enemy who has put himself to death again and again?

But he was reluctant to let his son eat so much, and every time the little guy snorted and roared, it made him feel very distressed!

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

He walked over to his son, helping him push the couch to flatten the bulging thorns on the ground.

Feng Xinglang clearly knows: he is just helping his own children!

That's all!

Cong Gang silently looked at the love and hatred of their ancestors and grandchildren.

The love that is thicker than water and the hatred that cannot be dissolved seem to have been interpreted to a certain extent 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 in front of you, followed by a large cruise ship! ”

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

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

After a long time, Cong just answered lightly.

"What about you?"

"Me? Scold! If I'm gone, 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 spit out half of it.

"Boss, I'd better stay! You go first with the third and fourth! ”

"Stop talking nonsense! Come on! If you don't leave, no one can leave! ”

Cong Gang slowly raised his gun towards the river on the ground.

He knows that a character like Hetun, even if he takes the initiative to pierce the ground, will avoid the vital points and fatal points of the body.

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

He was completely able to suffer until Xing Er rushed over to save him!

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

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

The little one roared violently.

But Feng Xinglang didn't move. It seems that Cong Gang pointed a gun at him, just a strange passer-by.

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