Chapter 1599 - How to Play

　　"NO!" "Stop!"

　　Feng Xinglang roared loudly, "This grandson is of many generations away! Just chop off my son! Cut off my son's fingers, only then will it make Hetun's heart ache even more! "

　　In front of the bloodthirsty and savage Celeste, what Feng Xinglang could do for his son was to use his own body to protect his son's health!

　　"No, don't cut off my father's hand! My hand is being chopped off! "

　　The one who shouted was Xing s.h.i.+wu. Because he really did not want to see his father Feng Xinglang's fingers being cut off.

　　What Feng Xinglang gained in return for a bit of fatherly love was actually this child's revenge!

　　"Heh, father and son who have good feelings about others is deeply in love!"

　　Perhaps it was because he had brought back Celeste's memories that he let out a somewhat sorrowful sigh.

　　"Celeste, release my son and my grandson. They are innocent … You can kill me however you want! "

　　Hetun pleaded weakly. He wanted to give Xing Ba and the rest more time! He firmly believed that Xing Ba and the others would come here.

　　Hetun's soft words seemed to have evoked an even more brutal bloodl.u.s.t in Celeste.

　　He rushed towards Hetun, and kicked him heavily in the abdomen; Hetun endured Celeste's kick, and took a few steps back to stabilize his body. A bit of blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth.

　　"They're innocent?"

　　Celeste, who had been angered by the Hetun, had almost completely lost control of his emotions, "When you killed my entire family back then, did you think that my child was innocent too? Poor little nephew. He was only eight months old … And drinking from the bottle … I was killed by your people! "

　　The uncontrollable Celeste ruthlessly used his hands and feet to kick Hetun, causing him to bleed continuously from his nose and mouth.

　　"Don't hit my foster father … I will definitely avenge my foster father! " The strong boy screamed.

　　"Little b.a.s.t.a.r.d, you want to avenge your foster father, right? Throw him down! "

　　Celeste's eyes turned red from killing, and his face turned sinister.

　　Before Feng Xinglang even had the chance to shout out "stop," the st.u.r.dy boy that was tied up by Caste was heavily thrown down from the viewing platform on the second floor.

　　Maybe he really should thank Hetun for treating this child like a demon in Purgatory all these years. The little guy adjusted his own falling posture in the air, and with the help of his already robust little body, he rolled and scattered a portion of the gravitational impact the moment he landed.

　　However, he still vomited blood from the fall! After all, his entire arms were tied up and he couldn't adjust them to their best positions in the air.