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　　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 ident.i.ty!

　　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 wis.h.!.+

　　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 h.e.l.l, 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.