Chapter 843: Can only save one (1/2)

The pyramidal stab has a height of only two or three centimeters. It may not directly kill a person, but it can cause a person to bleed to death.

Cong Gang asked the third child to seal Feng Xinglang's mouth with aluminum foil tape; while Feng Xinglang himself did not really want to talk to Hetun, he acquiesced to Cong Gang's abnormal behavior.

Familiar scenes are reproduced, but things are different.

Especially identity!

Cong just sat behind a ground stab with an area of ​​70 to 80 square meters. He stared intently at Hetun in front of him.

It was a familiar and strange feeling!

The unforgettable hatred has already imprinted He Tun's face on Cong Gang's heart;

But at this moment the Hetun in front of him was strange. From Cong Gang's childhood, he was as strong as a bull, and now his hair is white. This ruthless knife is fair and just, and it will never let anyone in the world pass!

Time will strip your unforgettable things from your apex little by little, no matter how you are unsatisfied, how sad you are, how sorrowful and resentful it will be.

No one can escape life and death!

”Song Thai, let Arang go, I leave it to you.”

He Tun's voice was steady. On the way to Yulong City, he had already made a choice.

In a way: he still thank Cong Gang so much!

He thanked Cong Gang for his success!

Complete a father's guilt towards his son!

He Tun tried to give everything to his son Feng Xinglang, including his life.

That way, even if he went to hell, he could talk to his beloved woman Ahe.

”It's not that simple and it's not that cheap!”

Cong just faded his voice.

I thought that when I faced Hetun again, I would still feel jealous and angry. But I do n’t know why, maybe his mood is old, Cong Gang is much calmer and calmer than ten years ago.

”So what do you want?” Hetun chuckled coldly.

The ground stab foot has 80 square feet, and no one should be able to leap forward except for people like Spiderman.

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

Feng Xinglang avoided the sight of Hetun. He didn't want to go straight to Hetun.

Pap, with Cong Gang's two high-five, another strapping rope slowly dropped from the central zenith.

”Fifteen? Fifteen ...” He Tun called eagerly.

Hearing the call of Hetun, he originally wanted to be silent and Jin and Cong Gang were waiting to watch Hetun's ”good show” Feng Xinglang.

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

Turned out to be his own son, Feng Linnuo!

At the moment he saw his son, Feng Xinglang was almost going crazy.

”唔 ... 唔唔 ...”

Feng Xinglang yelled at Cong Gang hysterically, because his mouth was sealed with aluminum foil tape, Feng Xinglang could only utter a stubborn roar.

This atmosphere is what Cong Gang wants!

But the little guy seemed quite calm. He looked at his dad, who was hanging like him, and saw the Yifu Hetun standing below.