One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 843 - Saving Only One
The spike was only two or three centimeters high. It might not be able to stab a person to death, but it could pierce a person until they bled. It was better to die than to live.
Cong Gang asked Ol 'Three to cover Feng Xinglang's mouth with aluminum foil, while Feng Xinglang himself did not really want to talk to Hetun, so he tacitly accepted Cong Gang's perverted behavior.
The familiar scene appeared again, but things changed.
Especially his identity!
Cong Gang sat behind a thorn that was around seventy to eighty square meters in area. He stared fixedly at the Hetun in front of him.
It was a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling!
It was an unforgettable hatred, and it had long ago engraved the face of the Hetun onto the tip of Cong Gang's heart.
However, the Hetun in front of him right now was also a stranger. From when Cong Gang was a child, he had a robust appearance. His hair had turned white since then, and the merciless blade of Time was fair and impartial. It would definitely not let anyone in the world off!
Time will take away from your heart the things that are engraved in your heart, no matter how much you are reluctant, sad, sad and resentful, it is useless.
No one could escape death!
"Songtai, let Ah Lang go, I'll let you deal with him."
Hetun's voice was calm and steady. On the way to Yulong City, he had already made his decision.
To some extent, he still had to thank Cong Gang!
He was grateful to Cong Gang for fulfilling his wish!
It would help a father to feel guilt towards his son!
Hetun tried his best to offer everything to his son Feng Xinglang, including his own life.
That way, even if he went to hell, he would be able to tell Ah He, his beloved woman.
"It's not that simple, and it's not that cheap either!"
Cong Gang said indifferently.
He thought that when he faced the Hetun again, he would be enraged that was filled with hatred. He didn't know why, but maybe his state of mind was already old, so Cong Gang was much calmer and calmer than ten years ago.
"Then what do you want?" Hetun said in a cold voice.
The Earth Thrust was eighty square meters, and aside from Spider-Man's group, no one should be able to cross it.
Hetun lifted his head and stared deeply at his son Xing Lang, who was six or seven meters tall.
Feng Xinglang avoided the Hetun's gaze. He was not willing to face the Hetun directly.
Clap, clap, clap. Following Cong Gang's two claps, the other rope slowly came down from the top of the sky.
"Fifteen?" "Fifteen …" Hetun called out anxiously.
Hearing Hetun's voice, Feng Xinglang, who had originally only wanted to quietly play along with Cong Gang and wait to see a 'good show' in Hetun, suddenly could not calm down.
He turned his head, and saw that there was a small figure also hanging on the opposite side eight meters away from him.
It was actually his own son, Feng Linnuo!
The moment Feng Xinglang saw his son, he almost went crazy.
"Ugh …" "Woo woo …"
Feng Xinglang roared hysterically at Cong Gang, because his mouth was sealed with aluminum foil, Feng Xinglang could only let out a slurping roar.
This kind of atmosphere was what Cong Gang wanted!
However, the little guy seemed rather calm. He looked at his father, who was hanging by the side, like him, and then saw the foster father Hetun who was standing below. The little fellow, whose mouth was also sealed, began to babble.
"Foster father... "Foster father..."
"Cong Gang, what are you trying to do?" Hetun roared at Cong Gang.
"Your Hetun should be most familiar with this situation!"
Cong Gang laughed coldly, "You're still the same as back then, choosing between the two. I'll have them cut the ropes off them at the same time, and my son and grandson will fall down together. And you can only save one! "
"Brush …" Just now … I... X... "You bastard!"
Feng Xinglang shouted at Cong Gang like an uncontrollable wild beast.
If Feng Xinglang knew that this was Cong Gang's real idea, he would never agree to cooperate with him.
Feng Xinglang really did not expect that Cong Gang would actually capture his child as well!
The scene was still familiar, but their identities had changed 180 degrees.
Hetun who had originally initiated the multiple choice question had now become the person who made the choice.
Did he want the Hetun to experience that crazy choice of a concept?
But Feng Xinglang, who had made two selections, had now become one of Cong Gang's selections.
So that he could experience the sorrow and sorrow of being abandoned by others?
Actually, at this moment, Feng Xinglang did not have any sadness in his heart for being abandoned. The only thing he cared about was whether his own flesh and blood would be safe and sound!
Little Linnuo was only 5 years old, but this was the second time he had chosen to be an adult.
The first time was with Feng Tuantuan who liked to cry, and the second time was with his own father …
After hearing Cong Gang say that he would let the foster father Hetun do the multiple choice questions, the little guy seemed to become anxious. However, he was unable to say anything, and could only twitch his small body.
He wanted to say to foster father Hetun: You must choose your biological father, Feng Xinglang; because Cong Gang had already told him that there was a ball of ocean below him. Therefore, if he fell, he wouldn't be injured by a fall or a stab wound.
"Songtai, if you have any grievances, come at my Hetun alone! Release Ah Lang and Fifteen! They are innocent! "
Hetun hissed patiently.
"Heh, who would have thought that a dignified big poisonous fish would actually say such words? When you forced my father to make this choice, did you ever think about the innocence of a weak woman and an eight-year-old child? "
Cong Gang asked Hetun with a cold sneer on his face.
Hetun's Adam's apple slid violently.
"My father risked his life for you, and took more than half of the world for you. But how could you treat his wife and children like that?"
Cong Gang's voice trembled slightly. He, who was usually cold, had times when he was excited.
Hetun took a slow breath, "Songtai, there are some things that are not the same as what you have seen! I think of your father as a brother! "But …"
"But what? Was it because he had done a great deed? Are you afraid that he will shake your position and power? "
Faced with Cong Gang's questioning, Hetun shook his head bitterly.
"No!" It's your mother. She does not follow the matriarch to hook me up! She even framed Ah He … "
"Shut up! Even though the person is already dead, you still dare to frame him? "
Cong Gang roared uncontrollably. Perhaps at this moment, he had returned to his true self.
Hetun raised his head and looked at his son and grandson hanging in the air, and took a deep breath.
"Songtai, I promised your father that I would never tell anyone about this secret in this life! But today, for the sake of my own child, and also for your sake, I have to say! "
"What a pity, Hetun, I don't want to hear your stories! I'll give you ten seconds to decide: Save your own son, or save your own grandson! "