As Cong Gang said the last number, the two ropes on the arm were cut off at the same time.
Two bodies, one big and one small, were free-falling toward the spikes on the ground.
Although the pyramid-shaped spikes were only two to three centimeters long, they could pierce a person full of holes and make them badly mutilated.
Feng Xinglang never thought that Cong Gang had his own son as a bargaining chip!
If he had known, he would have fought with Cong Gang with his life, and he would not have let Cong Gang make this multiple-choice question.
"Nuo Nuo …"
At the moment of falling, Feng Xinglang screamed his son's name hoarsely through his nostrils.
It was also a signal to He Tun: You must catch Nuo Nuo!
The little guy used his own experience to prove that two objects of different weights fell at the same speed.
If they were not heavy, they would fall faster.
He Tun jumped up, and almost without hesitation, he pounced in the direction of Feng Xinglang's fall.
The sharp, pyramid-shaped thorns pierced through his leather shoes, then pierced into his flesh. Facing his son, Feng Xinglang, who was falling from the sky, the only thing He Tun could do was to become a scapegoat for his son.
After the spikes pierced into He Tun's strong back, bright red blood immediately flowed out. It was especially shocking on the shiny spikes.
Because after Feng Xinglang fell, he had already swung in an arc, so Feng Xinglang fell sideways.
He fell into He Tun's arms, and the spikes in He Tun's back were pierced deeper.
"… Ugh!"
He Tun let out a low, muffled roar, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.
He could even hear the sound of blood surging in his throat!
He wrapped his arms tightly around Feng Xinglang's waist, preventing him from being injured by the spikes.
More blood flowed out, dyeing the lower part of his body a strange bright red.
It gathered into a stream and flowed out from the gap at the bottom of the pyramid-shaped spikes, outlining a bloody and mournful scene.
Perhaps as early as the moment he rushed to the Heavenly Gate private room in Imperial Dragon City, He Tun had made his choice in the depths of his heart.
He knew that He Tun would kidnap his son and grandson, just like he did in the past: give them a taste of their own medicine!
He Tun made a choice!
He chose his own son, Feng Xinglang!
Theoretically speaking, he should have chosen Sun Wukong.
Because the little fellow was only five years old, his life was still long!
But He Tun chose his son, Feng Xinglang.
It wasn't that Hetun was heartless. If he could, he would trade his own life for the lives of his children and grandchildren!
But Cong Gang didn't give him the chance! Cong Gang wanted to force him to make the painful choice he had made in the past!
A cruel fact was laid in front of Hetun. Starting from the body of a grandfather, choosing Grandson Fifteen meant that Hetun would lose his son forever, and Grandson Fifteen would lose his father forever.
This kind of pain would accompany him and his grandson for the rest of their lives!
If he chose his son, Xing Lang …
Perhaps his son, Xing Lang and Lin Xueluo, would only suffer for a short period of time! They would also have a second child of their own …
Therefore, Hetun was rational.
His rational heart was shedding tears for his grandson the moment he chose his son, Xing Lang!
"Nuo Nuo …"
Feng Xinglang didn't care about the pain in his calf, he used the sharp thorns on the ground to cut the rope tied around his wrists.
Every time he moved, he would move the He Tun under his back even more painfully. However, Feng Xinglang could not care so much anymore. At this moment, there was only his own son, Feng Linnuo, in his eyes and heart.
His wrists were rubbed until there were streaks of blood. After his hands were free, Feng Xinglang immediately tore off the aluminum tape on his mouth.
"Nuo Nuo … Nuo Nuo … Promise your father … Nuo Nuo …"
Using He Tun's body, Feng Xinglang crossed over the thorns and rolled to his son Lin Nuo's side.
The thorns on Lin Nuo's side had already retracted, leaving a diamond-shaped hole on the ground.
Right below the leash, there was a square hidden compartment filled with Ocean Balls that were used as a cushion.
A small body was flopping around inside.
It should be because the ocean ball pool was too deep, the little thing couldn't flop to the surface. It could only struggle to flip the ocean balls in the pool, trying to get out of the ground.
"Feng Xinglang … I'm down there … I'm down there …"
The muffled voice of the little guy came out from the ocean ball pool. Feng Xinglang immediately jumped down and started to scoop up the area where his son was flopping around.
"Feng Xinglang … I'm here … I'm fine, I'm still alive!"
Finally, his son's little head popped out from the ocean ball pool.
When he saw his lively son, Feng Xinglang's eyes were misty with tears. He immediately fished the little thing out from the ocean ball pool, hugged him in his arms, and muttered.
"Baby … You scared your bastard father to death!"
Feng Xinglang choked with sobs. He really couldn't bear to lose his child again! That would be even more painful than killing him.
"Feng Xinglang, you're bleeding … Does it hurt?"
The little guy noticed the sticky bloodstain on Feng Xinglang's cheek.
"I'm fine … Daddy is fine!"
Feng Xinglang frantically kissed the little guy's cheek, kissing it again and again. He wished he could embed the little thing in his life.
"Foster father? Where's my foster father? "
The little guy thought of something and looked around. He poked his head out of the ocean ball pool and saw his foster father, He Tun, lying on the thorns, bleeding profusely. He was on the verge of death.
"Feng Xinglang! Hurry up and save my foster father! He's bleeding a lot … He's going to die! "
The little guy pushed Feng Xinglang's shoulder and begged him to save his foster father, He Tun, who was riddled with holes on the thorns.
Feng Xinglang turned around and stared at He Tun, who was covered in blood, as a scapegoat for him!
All of a sudden, all the hatred in his heart melted at this moment, like drifting clouds and mist.
Feng Xinglang thought that he would never forgive He Tun for the rest of his life. He would never accept He Tun's identity!
However, at this moment, the thorn in his heart was not so sharp anymore!
Feng Xinglang silently stared at He Tun, who was barely breathing in the pool of blood, and hugged his child tightly!
"Ah Lang … My child … I'm sorry … I've let you and your son down … I've let Ah He down … In your next life … please don't be my child …"
He Tun's voice could no longer be coherent. It was intermittent, as if he could stop breathing at any time.
"Foster father … Don't die! Don't talk! "
The little guy cried. "Feng Xinglang, please think of a way to save my foster father!"
The little guy pushed Feng Xinglang's motionless body, trying to step on the thorns to save He Tun. However, he shrank back because of the pain.
"He's not worth my saving! He deserves it! "
Feng Xinglang's voice was heavy, filled with all the hatred and anger in his heart. However, before he finished speaking, his eyes turned red.
"You won't save my foster father! I'll save him myself! "
The little fellow broke free from Feng Xinglang's embrace and looked around anxiously. She threw the chairs, sofa cushions, and a small round table that could be moved toward the thorns.
"Fifteen … Good boy … Don't waste your time … Call me grandpa …"
"I won't! I won't! I'll only call you if you survive! "
The little guy, who couldn't move the sofa, was so anxious that his eyes were filled with tears. "Feng Xinglang, come and help me! If my foster father dies … I won't forgive you! "
"Fifteen … You're such a filial child … Foster father didn't … didn't dote on you for nothing … If foster father dies … Remember to help foster father take good … take good care of your biological father … He … He loves you very much …"
"Foster father … Don't blabber anymore! You won't die … Fifteen won't allow you to die … You can't die! "
The little guy's face was already full of tears.
He struggled to push the heavy sofa with his little shoulders.
Feng Xinglang stood still. He didn't seem to understand his son's deep feelings for He Tun.
Looking at the little guy's sweaty and tearful face, Feng Xinglang's heart tightened and ached.
He didn't know if he should help …
To save an enemy who had put him in death again and again?
But he couldn't bear to let his son suffer so much. Every time the little guy groaned and growled, it made his heart ache!
In the end, Feng Xinglang's legs moved!
He walked towards his son and helped him push the sofa to flatten the protruding thorns on the ground.
Feng Xinglang knew very well that he was only helping his own child!
That was all!
Cong Gang silently watched the love and enmity between the three generations of grandfather and grandson.
Love that was thicker than water and hatred that could not be dissolved seemed to have been interpreted to a certain extent at this moment.
Perhaps only when they were separated by life and death could they see each other's hearts clearly and feel each other's feelings.
"Boss, Xing Er is here! There are a total of six speedboats leading the way, and there's a large cruise ship following behind! "
Wei Kang walked to Cong Gang's side and reported. Seeing that Cong Gang was just silently staring at the three generations of He Tun, he added, "They should be here in half an hour!"
"You leave with Third Brother and Fourth Brother first!"
After a long time, Cong Gang responded faintly.
"What about you?"
"Me? Ha! If I leave, you won't be able to escape! I'd better stay and go to hell with He Tun! "
Cong Gang took a deep breath, but only slowly exhaled half of it.
"Boss, I'd better stay! You leave with Third Brother and Fourth Brother first! "
"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up! If we don't leave now, no one will be able to leave! "
Cong Gang slowly raised the gun towards He Tun, who was standing on the ground.
He knew very well that even if a person like He Tun took the initiative to stab the thorns, he would avoid the vital parts of his body and the fatal points.
Therefore, He Tun, who had lost blood, would not die so quickly!
He could definitely endure until Xing Er came to save him!
Cong Gang could already feel that He Tun had begun to adjust and slow down his breathing to reduce the loss of blood in his body.
"Big caterpillar, don't hurt my foster father!"
The little guy roared fiercely.
But Feng Xinglang did not move. It was as if Cong Gang was pointing the gun at a stranger.
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