One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 845 - Blood Soaked Family

　　When the last number came out of Cong Gang's mouth, the two ropes on his arms were chopped off at the same time.

　　The two of them, one big and one small, fell down freely and crashed into the ground.

　　Although the spike was only two to three centimeters long, it was capable of piercing a person into countless holes and causing them to be badly mutilated.

　　Feng Xinglang never thought that Cong Gang would still have his own son as his bargaining chip!

　　If he had known this earlier, he would have risked his life to fight Cong Gang. He would not have let Cong Gang come up with this choice.

　　"Nuonuo..."

　　The moment he fell, Feng Xinglang screamed out his son's name.

　　It was also signalling to the Hetun that she must catch Nuonuo!

　　The little guy used his own experience to prove that the falling speed of two objects of different weights was the same.

　　It would fall even faster if it weighed just a little bit more.

　　Hetun soared into the air, and without hesitation, she pounced in the direction of where Feng Xinglang had fallen.

　　The sharp spike pierced the leather shoes on his feet first, then stabbed into his flesh. Facing his son Feng Xinglang's robust body that was smashed down from the sky, the only thing Hetun could do was to act as a cus.h.i.+on for his child.

　　The Earth Spike stabbed into the Hetun's muscular back, immediately leaking out fresh red blood. On the s.h.i.+ny Earth Spike panel, it was especially shocking.

　　Because after Feng Xinglang fell down, his body had curved; therefore, Feng Xinglang smashed down from the side.

　　Smas.h.i.+ng into the Hetun's embrace, the th.o.r.n.y ground that had stabbed into her back became even deeper.

　　"... "Ugh!"

　　The Hetun let out a low and deep roar, and almost couldn't release any breath of air.

　　He could even hear the sound of his blood rolling in his throat!

　　He used both arms to tightly wrap around Feng Xinglang's waist, preventing him from being stabbed and injured.

　　More blood flowed out, dyeing his body in a strange bright red color.

　　They gathered together and flowed out from the lowest part of the spike, outlining a b.l.o.o.d.y and miserable scene.

　　Perhaps from the moment he rushed over to Yulong City's Heavenly Gate Alley Room, Hetun had already made a choice in the depths of his heart.

　　He knew that when the Hetun abducts his son and grandson, they will do as they were in the past: give them back what they did!

　　Hetun made a choice!

　　He had chosen his own son, Feng Xinglang!

　　In theory, he should have chosen grandson 15.

　　This was because this little fellow was only five years old. His life would still be long!

　　But Hetun chose her son Feng Xinglang.

　　Not to mention how ruthless the Hetun was. If she could: he would give his life in exchange for his children!

　　It's just that Cong Gang did not give him the chance! Cong Gang wanted to force him to make the same choice as what he did back then, that was so painful that he wished he was dead!

　　A cruel fact was laid in front of Hetun: From a grandfather's body, choosing grandson fifteen would mean that his Hetun would forever lose his own son, and his grandson fifteen would forever lose his father.

　　This kind of pain would accompany him and his grandson for the rest of their lives!

　　If he chose his son, Xing Lang …

　　Maybe their sons, Xing Lang and Lin Xueluo, would only suffer short term pains! They would also have a second child that belonged to them …

　　That was why the Hetun was rational.

　　Yet in the moment that he made the decision to choose his son, Xing Lang, his rational heart shed blood and wept for his grandson!

　　"Nuonuo..."

　　Feng Xinglang could not care about his own calf that was in pain, he used the sharp thorns on the ground to cut the rope tied around his wrist.