One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 846 - Because of Friendship
If Feng Xinglang did not stop Cong Gang, did that mean he had acquiesced to Cong Gang being under his watch, and had at the same time killed Hetun under his son Nuonuo's watch?
"Bad caterpillar, you are not allowed to hurt my foster father!"
The little guy jumped up, wanting to snatch the spear from Cong Gang's hands; however, Wei Kang scooped out the little thing from the ground.
"Feng Xinglang, quickly snatch the spear of the big caterpillar! The big caterpillar said that your foster father is your biological father. You can't just stand by and watch me die! "
The little fellow shouted anxiously, and bit Wei Kang's arm.
But Wei Kang was like a wooden stake, any little thing dared to unscrupulously bite him.
"He's not! It will never be! "
Feng Xinglang gazed coldly at Hetun's pale white face that had lost blood.
With the years of wasting time, the Hetun looked so old.
Everyone would be old, and no one could truly escape the erosion of time.
Some people were afraid and some people calmly faced it! Therefore, there were some who were old and dispirited, some who were old and others who were graceful and calm!
"Feng Xinglang, you are going too far! My foster father just saved you, and you aren't even willing to help my foster father?! "
The little guy's eyes flickered with spots of tears. He wasn't sad because foster father Hetun had chosen to choose the bastard's father and had 'abandoned' him, a fifteenth foster son. Instead, he was begging Feng Xinglang to save the foster father Hetun who was trapped by the Earth Spike and couldn't move at all!
The child's world was always so innocent and beautiful!
"Feng Xinglang, go on and advise Big Worm! Bug hair listens to you the most! "
The little guy still did not give up, and continued to chattering as he begged for mercy on behalf of the foster father Hetun.
But Feng Xinglang still remained silent!
Feng Xinglang's apathy caused the little guy to feel a chill in his heart, "Feng Xinglang, you've truly disappointed me!"
"Big caterpillar, if you dare hurt my foster father, I will never forgive you again! I will definitely seek revenge on you! "
Perhaps it was the little thing's last sentence, "I will definitely seek revenge against you", that touched his heartstrings. He slowly raised his hand and grabbed the muzzle of Cong Gang's gun.
It was clear that the little guy already developed feelings for the Hetun. Although Feng Xinglang thought that there shouldn't be such feelings.
After experiencing too much blood and hatred, Feng Xinglang really did not want to see his child continue to be trapped within.
"Cong Gang, if you really kill Hetun, with how fierce Xing Er is, he will definitely exterminate you! You should get them out of here as soon as possible! "
Feng Xinglang's worries were overt: If Hetun was truly dead, Hetun's group of foster son would definitely come here to seek revenge, day after day. Let alone the mature foster son, even the five-year-old little thing had threatened Cong Gang!
"Do you think I still need to live a life that I've snuck away?"
Cong Gang's smile seemed to be frozen on his resolute face, dyed with an inexplicable sense of desolation.
Feng Xinglang stared deeply into Cong Gang's eyes, which seemed to have nothing to live for, "What if I insist on letting you live?"
"..."
Feng Xinglang's words startled him greatly. Even Feng Xinglang could feel the spear in Cong Gang's hand shudder a little.
"I don't understand. Is my life that cheap in your eyes?"
Feng Xinglang's handsome face was stained with a little bit of blood. It was unknown if it was Hetun's or his own. However, his eyes were exceptionally clear. Just like the bright stars. It gave off a hopeful feeling of brightness!
With a loud clang, a large hole was blasted open in the central hall of the cabin. Almost at the same time, a long tongue of flame shot out from the submachine gun, causing one to be unable to lift their head due to the dense bullets.
The Hetun's foster son s are here! Furthermore, it was much faster than Cong Gang had expected!
This time, he was going to fight Cong Gang head on. The bullets were so dense that Cong Gang didn't even have a chance to retaliate!
Feng Xinglang subconsciously rushed towards Cong Gang, suppressing him below.
"Wei Kang, let Nuonuo go, I will send Cong Gang off with you!"
Fortunately, Wei Kang was still holding the little friend Linnuo in his arms. Otherwise, he would have already been killed by the random spears of the Hetun. And Cong Gang, who was suppressed by Feng Xinglang, was naturally not injured either.
Wei Kang seemed to be weighing the pros and cons: If they really listened to Feng Xinglang's words and released Linnuo, the person who was the easiest to control, how likely would it be that they would leave here alive?
"Puff puff puff …"
The bullet hit the wooden floor, causing wood shavings to fly out and hit Feng Xinglang's face, "F * ck you!"
Feng Xinglang roared. He pulled Cong Gang's body and rolled towards a corner.
It was as if the current Cong Gang had yet to recover from Feng Xinglang's words.
He said: He has to live on his own.
Seeing that Feng Xinglang was working so hard to save his boss, Wei Kang finally believed in the friendship between Feng Xinglang and the boss, and released the little friend Linnuo who was in his arms.
Of course it was also to use the little guy to attract the attention of the Hetun s, and thus win the chance for them to escape.
"Bastard Feng Xinglang, I want to leave with you!"
The little guy that was released did not leave, but rushed over and hugged onto one of Feng Xinglang's arms.
Feng Xinglang kissed his son's sweaty little face. "Nuonuo, be good. "You should stay home with Mommy and wait for daddy!"
"Why did you save a giant caterpillar when it's so bad?" The little fellow looked at Cong Gang with dissatisfaction.
"Because I still have a fraternal relationship with him!"
In fact, Feng Xinglang seemed to be saying these words to Cong Gang and Wei Kang.
"Be good, in a while you will shout 'Don't shoot, I'm fifteen' and then rush out … Do you understand? "
"Then be careful with the big caterpillar!"
Just as the little fellow was about to turn around and leave, it turned back and bit its lips as it glared at Cong Gang.
"Big caterpillar, I forgive you! You're not allowed to do this next time! "
The little guy was vicious, but also benevolent. He believed that his father's good friend should be a good person!
Cong Gang's lips moved a little, but he was unable to say anything.
The option of tying a 5-year-old child up and hanging him up was not something the little guy could bear grudges against. Instead, he chose to be magnanimous in his forgiveness.
Sometimes, it had to be said that as adults, they were very narrow-minded!
"There won't be a next time …" Cong Gang revealed a faint smile.
"I believe you!"
The little guy turned around the corner and walked away.
"Nuonuo, be careful."
Feng Xinglang's heart skipped a beat. Even though Feng Xinglang knew that the foster son s would not shoot, as a father, he was still worried.
In order to send Cong Gang off safely, Feng Xinglang chose to entrust his son to Xing Shi'er and the others.
"Don't shoot. It's me. I'm fifteen. Don't shoot. I am fifteen! "
The intense gunfire instantly stopped. However, a meter around the corner were numerous infrared dots.
It was as if he was warning Cong Gang and the others: You guys have nowhere to run!
Just as the little guy turned the corner, and appeared in front of Hetun's subordinate's line of sight, a black figure suddenly flashed out from the side, and with lightning speed, it caught the little thing in its arms.
"Ahh …" The little guy let out a frightened cry, "Old Tweleve, do you need to be so sneaky? "You scared me!"
After hearing his son's peaceful cry, Feng Xinglang's anxious heart was finally put back in his chest.
"Hissssssssssssss..."
A thick cloud of smoke rose from the corner and covered everyone's line of sight.
"Don't shoot! My bastard father is with them! If you were to accidentally hit my father, you would all be in trouble! He is the son of our godfather! Worth more than all of you! "
Well, it was worth it!
Actually, what the little guy wanted to express was: The life of his father, Feng Xinglang, is very precious. Maybe it was because he was in a hurry, so he only thought of the word 'valuable'! However, he could still barely express his feelings!
When the smoke cleared a little, Cong Gang and the others were already gone from the corner. Including Feng Xinglang who was with Cong Gang.
"Second brother, should we chase them?"
"Let Old Five and Eighth Brother chase after them! Let's stay and save our foster father! "
The reason why Xing Er was able to catch up in time was because he was too familiar with Cong Gang's methods.
He did not wait long at Cong Gang's haunted house, as he left his trusted aide by foster father Hetun's side to observe his every move.
Ten hours worth of tranquilizer, but foster father Hetun woke up three hours later. This made Xing Er suspect that Lin Xueluo was the real messenger.
This was how it was used.
But Xing Er had still come a step too late, and only then did he let foster father Hetun suffer from severe physical pain.
"Fifteen... Quick, let grandpa hug you! "
Towards his grandson, Hetun was full of guilt.
After all, he had chosen his son Feng Xinglang, and had done something that he had no choice but to 'abandon' the little fellow.
Fortunately, Cong Gang had saved his life, so he had mercifully let go of this little fellow's life.
"Foster father... Can I not call you grandpa? "
The little guy said unwillingly as he looked at Hetun, who was covered in blood holes on his back by Xing Shi'er.
"Why? You won't forgive your grandfather? "
"It's not like that anymore... Old Tweleve, they all call you foster father. I'm the only one who calls you grandfather, it's too awkward! Unless you ask them to call you grandpa, I will call you that! "
"Hahahaha..."
Hetun's back was pricked and she was almost covered in skin, but her mood was actually bright and beautiful. At least his biological son blocked Cong Gang's spear with his hands.
Regardless of the motives at that time, it was clear to him that his son Ah Lang did not wish for his father to die!
Enough!
The yacht sped off in the direction of the high seas.
Xing Wu and Xing Ba's boat followed suit.
Xing Ba seemed to only want to gather the number, but Xing Wu hated Cong Gang to the bones.
Because his brother Xing Si had died, killed by Cong Gang in one move in Shallow Water Bay!