One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 1063 – The Road to Berserk
With Cong Gang's eyesight, how could he not know that Feng Xinglang's shot at Hetun was' intentional '!
Maybe Feng Xinglang just wanted Hetun to know that he really knew how to fire! He didn't care about biological things at all!
That was why Cong Gang said 'don't be cowardly'!
Old Nine Xing did have a sharp weapon in his hands, but he immediately pulled it back the moment Prince Xing was pushed towards him, changing it into a passive method to stabilize Feng Xinglang's body that was falling towards him.
Cong Gang then seized the opportunity to hug the little thing in his arms tightly, and instantly disappeared from everyone's sight, disappearing into the pitch black night.
"Chase after him!" "Be careful of fifteen!"
Hetun immediately gave the order.
He knew that since Cong Gang didn't have any transportation tools, it wouldn't be easy for his to carry a six year old child either.
"Don't chase them!"
Feng Xinglang raised his spear and stopped Old Nine Xing, who was at the very front.
"Ah Lang! Cong Gang took it away, but it was your own son! He's kidnapping fifteen! "
Hetun was a little confused by Feng Xinglang's actions.
"Cong Gang is mine! I was the one who allowed him to bring Nuonuo away! "
Feng Xinglang quickly retreated, "Everyone stand still! Basong, you drive! "
"Ah Lang, are you crazy? Cong Gang was the mastermind behind the kidnapping of fifteen years old! Would you rather believe an outsider than a father like me? I am Fifteen's biological grandfather! "
The enmity that the Hetun had towards Cong Gang had already been deeply ingrained. In his opinion, since Cong Gang took away his grandson, he must definitely plan some sort of conspiracy. Compared to before, Hetun had to choose between his own son and his own grandson.
Cong Gang took Linnuo away first.
Firstly, it could resolve the trapped situation between Feng Xinglang and his father; secondly, it could fulfill Feng Xinglang's wish of taking away from the Pater Castle; thirdly, it could stir up some conflict between the father and son from the Hetun; and at least, it could allow Feng Xinglang, who was free, to use all of his strength to win the chance to escape for Basong.
As for the fourth … Cong Gang had not made up his mind yet!
Maybe he could use the little thing in his arms to trade with Feng Xinglang!
When he thought about the things in the USB drive, Cong Gang's entire body became weak!
"That's your own wishful thinking! In my eyes, you have always been my mortal enemy! I will slowly settle the score with you! Just you wait! "
The word 'kidnapping' was indeed used too heavily. Feng Xinglang's words evidently carried a trace of anger.
"Ah Lang, what are you saying? I am Grandpa Fifteen, why would I kidnap him? Last Friday was your mother's memorial day. I just wanted to bring fifteen to pay my respects to his grandmother. Is this wrong? "
The Hetun lived in his own tyrannical and powerful mode of thinking. He was the king who gave orders, and everyone else had to follow his will.
Hetun would never even think about it: To recklessly take Little Fifteen away from her parents, what kind of haughty and headstrong behavior was that!
A stubborn person was like a thought cast from an iron wall. No oil or salt could enter, no water could enter, no one's words could enter one's ears.
He would never take the initiative to think about other people's feelings from their point of view!
"Hetun, I am Nuonuo's guardian! Do you understand? You silently brought Nuonuo away from Xueluo's side, so that she was not mentally prepared at all. Xueluo's mother was very anxious and sad, do you understand? "
Feng Xinglang swept Hetun with his cold eyes, "… I can't be bothered to tell you! "
Feng Xinglang was too lazy to say much to the Hetun, but he had to occasionally chat with him.
Because he had to give his sons, Feng Linnuo, time to escape from Pater Castle.
The pursuit from the Hetun would also increase the difficulty in Cong Gang's escape, and would cause his little friend Linnuo to suffer as well.
Therefore, no matter what, Feng Xinglang had to stay behind to stop the Hetun from sending people to track Cong Gang who was bringing his son along.
"I've already called Xueluo beforehand. And let Fifteen talk to her. "
The "in advance" that Hetun had mentioned was completely defined by him acting alone. Since they were already taking off, how could that be called pre-emptive?
"Basong, what are you standing there for? "To the car!"
Thinking that Cong Gang had already left Pater Castle with the little thing more than two to three kilometers away, Feng Xinglang urged again.
This night was heavily exposed, and the forest was dense. Feng Xinglang really couldn't bear to see his own son suffer such a hardship.
Basong kept his blade and walked around Xing Wu to the SUV on the stone plaza.
Just as Cong Gang had said, the car tire had been pierced by the Xing Wu, so he did not stop Basong and knew that they would not be able to leave.
Not only was the tire pierced, the electrical circuit had also been destroyed by the Xing Wu.
"President Feng, the electric circuit has been broken. The tire has also been pierced."
Basong jumped out of the car and took down a canvas bag from the SUV.
"Hetun, aren't you f * cking too despicable and shameless? So it turns out that you didn't intend for us to leave successfully at all, right? "
Feng Xinglang rebuked Hetun.
It was fortunate that Cong Gang had appeared in time, otherwise, no matter how noisy he was, he would not be able to bring his son Feng Linnuo away tonight.
"Old Five, did you do this? "How dare you!"
Hetun scolded Xing Wu symbolically.
Xing Wu was also rather wronged. He had a tire, you know, and everything else had nothing to do with him.
The Xing Wu did not know how to speak Chinese, and he found it hard to understand what Basong and the others were talking about, which was the "tire circuit".
This was how they ate when they were dumb!
"Xing Shi'er, quickly get me another car!"
When Feng Xinglang shouted at Xing Shi'er, he suddenly realised: No one knew when Old Nine Xing had disappeared!
Without guessing, he should be chasing after Cong Gang.
He was too careless to be so engrossed in this conversation with the Hetun!
"The big caterpillar… Can you be a little slower? My PP hurts! "
Actually, it wasn't just Little PP who was hurt, there were also things he couldn't say.
And since Cong Gang had that kind of body with hard ribs, so even if he sprinted along with the little guy in his arms, he would still be left in pain.
"Is that better?"
Cong Gang moved part of Feng Xinglang's outer clothes between the two of them to cushion the pain.
"Much better!"
The little guy wanted to peek out to see what was going on in the forest, but was wrapped up by Cong Gang into his clothes.
"Giant caterpillar, are we not waiting for my bastard father?"
the little guy muttered.
"Your father will catch up to us."
As Cong Gang answered the little fellow's question, he also looked around vigilantly.
"But I haven't said goodbye to my foster father yet!"
The little guy sighed, "My foster father will definitely be sad."
"You're afraid that your foster father will be sad, aren't you afraid that your biological father will be sad? If you leave with your foster father so silently, how sad and anxious will they be? "
With Linnuo as his child's companion, he would not be lonely in the deep, mournful night.
"My bastard father and mother pet slugs every day. They aren't in a hurry for me, their son!"
The little fellow harrumphed in dissatisfaction.
"Who did you hear that from? Or did he see it with his own eyes? "Subjective imagination!"
Cong Gang refuted Linnuo's little friend.
"Old Eighth said it!" He even showed me pictures! My mommy went to the kindergarten to pick up a picture of the slugs! I didn't even go to school, and my mommy went to pick up the slugs! "
Cong Gang was silent: It seems that Xing Old Eight has put in quite a bit of effort to sow discord.
Thank goodness Feng Xinglang took the initiative to pick me up! Otherwise, I really won't go back! Just because they think of me, they can't hug me or kiss me … "
The little guy proudly said.
"Shh!" Don't make a sound, someone is chasing! "
Cong Gang immediately squatted on a rock and listened carefully while borrowing the dim moonlight to look behind him.
"Could it be my bastard father?"
"Definitely not! Your bastard father wouldn't be able to cause such a ruckus! "
These words made someone's face hurt.
Unable to determine which foster son it was temporarily, Cong Gang decided to change her plans.
If it was Cong Gang who had single-handedly ambushed the pursuer, victory was still in his grasp; in his arms, however, he was still holding onto Feng Xinglang's life.
"Nuonuo, you stay here and don't move. Don't make a sound.
The little guy glanced at the dark forest behind him. "Then come back quickly and find me!" Here. There are howling wild wolves here, the kind that eat children. "
After all, Linnuo's little friend was only 6 years old.
"Well, believe in caterpillars! Solving the problem within ten minutes! "
Cong Gang took off the guard clothing he was wearing and tightly wrapped the little guy inside. After looking around, Cong Gang chose to quickly climb up a tree to the left.
Then, he placed the wrapped up item in the middle of a triangular-shaped tree fork, making it very stable.
"Nuonuo, as long as you don't move, you won't fall. Those howling wolves can't do anything to you! "Can you hold on until the big caterpillar comes back to you?"
"Definitely! "Don't underestimate me!"
The little guy promised solemnly.
"Hm!" The big caterpillar believes you! You-are-a-brave-kid! "
Finished speaking, Cong Gang immediately flew down, and rushed to the right side of the hill.
Cong Gang slowed down his speed, and felt the pursuers getting closer and closer, in a forest with a slope, he found a round rock the size of a head, and pushed it downwards into the forest.
The rolling stone made a sound loud enough to attract a follower.
Then, Cong Gang crawled into the bushes at the side, waiting quietly.
About two or three minutes later, a shadow chased after the rock that had rolled down the hill, heading downhill.
It's Old Nine Xing!
Originally, Cong Gang could have ambushed Old Nine Xing.
But Cong Gang chose not to waste time on it.
Furthermore, he was not familiar with the inside information of Old Nine Xing, if he really did make a move, it would probably waste a lot of time, and it would also easily reveal his whereabouts. This was Hetun's territory!
The most important thing was that Feng Xinglang's Life Root was still sitting on the tree fork. He promised to take good care of this little fellow!
The little guy was Feng Xinglang's life;
Wasn't he, Feng Xinglang's life?!