Chapter 845: Blood stained affection (1/2)
With Cong Gang's last digital exit, the two ropes on the cross arm were cut off at the same time.
The big one, the small one and two small bodies smashed into the ground on the ground in a free fall.
Although the pyramidal thorns are only two or three centimeters in height, they can pierce people with holes and flesh.
Feng Xinglang never imagined that Cong Gang still had his own son's chip!
If he had known, he would have tried his best with Cong Gang, and he would not have come out with this multiple choice question.
”Nono ...”
At the moment of falling, Feng Xing sighed and exhausted his son's milk name from his nasal cavity.
Signaling to Hetun: Must catch Nono!
The little guy confirmed with his own experience that two objects of different weights fell at the same speed.
If it's not heavy, it will fall faster.
He Tun stood up, almost rushing towards Feng Xinglang's direction without hesitation.
The sharp pyramidal stabs first penetrated the leather shoes on his feet, and then penetrated into his flesh; in the face of the healthy physique that his son Feng Xinglang dropped, the only thing Hetun could do was to give Child as a cushion.
The ground thorns pierced into the back of Hetun's sturdy back, and immediately overflowed with red blood. On the shimmering ground thorn panel, it was particularly shocking.
Because Feng Xinglang had already swayed an arc after falling; Feng Xinglang smashed it sideways.
He smashed into He Tun's arms, piercing the thorns deeper into the back of He Tun.
”……Uh!”
He Tun gave a deep muffled roar, and was almost unable to bring it up.
He could even hear the sound of blood tumbling in his throat!
He wrapped his arms tightly around Feng Xinglang's waist, preventing him from being punctured and injured.
More blood flowed out, dyed a weird red under him;
Converging into strands, flowing out from the gap at the bottom of the pyramidal thorn, sketching the bleeding and stern picture.
Perhaps as soon as he rushed to the Tianmen Ballroom in Yulong City, Hetun had his own choice in his heart.
He knew that He Tunyu would take away his son and grandson, as he had done in the past: use the same way and give back to him!
Hetun made a choice!
Chosen his son Feng Xinglang!
Theoretically speaking, you should choose 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 say how cruel Hetun is. If possible: he would trade his own life for his children and grandchildren!
But Cong Gang didn't give him this opportunity! Cong Gang was about to force him to make a life-threatening choice like he did then!
A cruel fact is in front of Hetun: starting from the body of a grandfather and choosing grandson fifteen, it would mean that hetun lost his son forever, and grandson fifteen lost his father forever.
Such injuries will accompany his life with his grandson fifteen!
If you choose your son Xing Lang ...
Perhaps the sons Xing Lang and Lin Xueluo will only have short-term pain! They will have their second child ...
Therefore, Hetun is rational.
A rational heart, but at the moment when he made the choice of his son Xing Lang, he was crying for his grandson!
”Nono ...”
Feng Xinglang didn't want to care about his hurt calf. He used the sharp stab on the ground to cut the rope tied to his wrist.
Every time he moves, he will make the Hetun on the back of the body hurt and hurt; but Feng Xinglang can't care so much. At this moment, only his kisses and hearts are left in his eyes. Son Fenglinuo.
Blood stains were rubbed on the wrist. After the hands were free, Feng Xinglang immediately tore off the aluminum foil tape on his mouth.
”Nono ... Nono ... promised my dad ... Nono ...”
With the help of Hetun's body, Feng Xinglang crossed the stab and rolled to the half of his son Lin Nuo.
Lin Nuo's spur on this side did not know when it had retracted, and there were prism-shaped holes on the ground.
Right below the traction rope, a square dark grid is opened, which is filled with ocean **** for buffering.
A small body fluttered inside.
It should be that the ocean ball pool is too deep, and small things can't pounce on it. Instead, they can only hurdle the ocean ball in the ocean ball pool, trying to reach out to the ground.
”Feng Xinglang ... I'm below ... I'm below ...”
In the ocean ball pool, the dull voice of the little guy came out; Feng Xinglang immediately jumped down and started fishing down where his son threw.
”Feng Xinglang ... I'm here ... I'm fine, I'm alive!”
Finally, the son's small head was found in the ocean ball pool.
When he saw his surging son, Feng Xinglang was in tears. He immediately took the little thing out of the ocean ball pool, and cried in his arms.
”Baby ... you scared your **** dear!”
Feng Xinglang choked. He really can't afford to lose his child again! That would be more distressing than killing him.
”Feng Xinglang, are you bleeding ... does it hurt?”
The little guy found the sticky blood on Feng Xinglang's cheek.
”It's okay ... daddy's okay!”