Chapter 910 The Shining Son

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Three minutes ago, in the modified explosion-proof off-road vehicle, Xing Laowu slammed on the brakes, and the off-road vehicle narrowly stopped at the edge of the canyon.

He almost made the same mistake as someone else, rolling down the canyon with cars and people on the mountain road.

"I'm a fuckin' fucker!"

This is one of the few curse words in Chinese that Xing Laowu learned.

"Fifth, take it easy, foster father is still here!"

Sitting on the co-pilot of the off-road vehicle, Xing Ba glanced at the preoccupied adoptive father Hetun in the back row, and softly reprimanded Xing Lao Wu who almost drove the car down the canyon.

Xing Laowu cursed a few more words in Spanish, probably blaming the ruggedness of the mountain road and the sharp turn warning sign that was hit by the car in front and left on the side of the road.

Hetun's mood looked very gloomy, and his whole person was shrouded in a layer of gloom.

It's not surprising: the granddaughter's dream didn't come true, and now she almost lost her own grandson!

Moreover, he was played hard by the people in the dark, and Hetun couldn't hold back his face!

After the off-road vehicle drove for another ten minutes, Xing Ba suddenly murmured softly, "Old Five, stop first!"

"Stop again? Do you still want to pee?!" Xing Laowu snorted dissatisfied.

"Just now... I seem to have heard Feng Xinglang's voice..."

"Feng Xinglang's voice? Where is it?"

With a creak, Xing Laowu slammed on the brakes and stopped the off-road vehicle.

Hetun, who was resting in the back row, squinted his eyes, opened his eyes in an instant, turned around to look around, and caught the son Alang mentioned by Xing Bakou.

But almost everywhere is barren and barren, not to mention living people, there is not even a living thing.

"I'm not sure either... The voice seems to be coming from under that cliff..."

It wasn't that Xing Ba's reflex arc was a bit long, but that what he was most concerned about at the time was the safety of his adoptive father, Hetun. Because Xing Laowu almost drove the off-road vehicle off the cliff, at that time, he would inevitably break out in a thin sweat from nervousness.

Now that the off-road vehicle has returned to the normal road, Xing Ba seemed to realize that he heard something after his nervous mind was freed.

Xing Ba is used to opening the car window on his side to a gap, so that he can keenly catch the abnormal noises and sudden dangers around him. It was a vigilant habit he had developed over the years.

"Under the cliff? What is Feng Xinglang doing under the cliff? To enjoy the shade?"

Xing Laowu stared at Xing Ba with a strange gaze, and felt that Xing Ba seemed to have some shady liking for Feng Xinglang.

"What if you are the same as before, and the sudden brake is not steady? This is the only way to go to Shipi County. Judging from Feng Xinglang's itinerary, if he is driving overnight, he should pass here before dawn... Moreover, just now I saw smoke blowing up from the bottom of the cliff..."

"Fifth, turn around!"

Before Xing Ba finished his analysis, Hetun immediately decreed.

Regardless of whether Lao Ba's analysis is true or not, Hetun has to go back and take a look before he can rest assured.

The off-road vehicle turned around and drove back for more than ten minutes. Sure enough, under the sharp turn of the canyon mountain road just now, smoke was seen rising from the mountainside. It should be man-made smog, which proves that there are indeed people halfway up the mountain.

Because of the cover of Chinese pine, shrubs and weeds, Hetun and the others could not clearly see the situation on the mountainside, they could only find the smoke point.

"Feng Xinglang...Feng Xinglang...Are you enjoying the shade below? Hearing a response from me..."

Xing Ba had a humorous tone. To be honest, he was not used to greeting the rebellious Feng Xinglang.

However, Xing Ba's call did not receive feedback from Feng Xinglang.

At this moment, Feng Xinglang was already in a coma.

"Aaron... Aaron..."

Hetun's majestic call echoed throughout the canyon.

"Father, don't worry, I'll go down to the smoking point first."

It was Xing Ba who went down halfway up the mountain to check. His figure is much thinner than Xing Lao Wu, and his climbing skills are better than Xing Lao Wu who is five big and three thick.

Fortunately, there are always some first aid tools such as climbing and airborne in the off-road vehicle. The distance of more than 70 meters is not a problem for Xing Ba. He has climbed steeper and more dangerous peaks than here with his bare hands, not to mention that he still has a safety rope on his body now.

When he got down to fifty meters, Xing Ba saw Feng Xinglang half lying between the Chinese pine and the cliff.

"Father... I saw Feng Xinglang."

"How is Aaron? Is he injured?"

The whole person in Hetun became anxious. If Xing Laowu hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed down from the mountain road to check.

"It should be...slightly injured, but still alive. Father, don't worry, I'll go down and have a look."

In fact, Xing Ba only reported good news but not bad news; because he was not at all sure whether Feng Xinglang, who was motionless, was still alive.

"Then hurry up! Alan must be injured, don't make him wait too long!"

As soon as Hetun said this, he expressed his selfishness viciously: only your own son is a son, so this adopted son is not a son?

Not even a superficial article like "Be careful, be careful" is too lazy to say and do it!

When Xing Ba got close to Feng Xinglang and saw his blood-stained left calf, he secretly yelled "No, it should be a broken leg!"

"Feng Xinglang...Feng Xinglang...you wake up...quickly wake up!"

After finally catching an opportunity, he, Feng Xinglang, was also slapped on the cheek by Xing Ba today.

After probing Feng Xinglang's breath, Xing Ba fed a small bottle of light blue liquid into his chapped mouth.

"Cough...cough!"

After Feng Xinglang coughed twice, he finally opened his eyes, and saw Xing Ba's sweaty face.

"Thank God, you finally woke up! If you can't wake up, the foster father will definitely let me be buried with you!"

Xing Ba joked in a humorous tone. Although it is a joke, it is also a cruel and helpless fact.

"Xing Ba...I...my leg...seems...broken...already...already...almost...feeling..."

Feng Xinglang's voice, because of all the sufferings of pain and hunger, was intermittently breathless.

"Be patient, let me see."

"ah……!"

As soon as Xing Ba moved Feng Xinglang's leg, he groaned in pain.

"Don't worry, it's definitely broken, but it hasn't reached the point of amputation! I'll find a way to get you up now!"

"Thanks……"

Feng Xinglang made a weak sound.

"You don't have to thank me so much, I will be flattered! In fact, I should thank you for your immortality! In this way, I don't have to be buried with you!"

Xing Ba teased Feng Xinglang with a wry smile.

"Don't be a motherfucker! I can't hold it any longer!"

Feng Xinglang urged the whimpering Xing Ba, he almost lost all his strength to speak.

On the mountain road, Hetun's voice of inquiry has never stopped, but Xing Ba has been perfunctory.

"Old Ba, how is Alang? Is the injury serious?"

"It's not too heavy... That old five, you carry the simple stretcher down, and I'll wrap Feng Xinglang on it, it will be easier to get it on."

Xing Ba didn't dare to mention Feng Xinglang's broken leg to Hetun at all; with Hetun's beloved son's eager temper, he would definitely come down to the canyon himself. At that time, not only would he have to torment Feng Xinglang, but he would also have to serve the Buddha in Hetun, his adoptive father.

Xing Ba wrapped Feng Xinglang firmly in a simple stretcher to prevent secondary injuries to his body.

And wrapped his own safety rope around it. Xing Ba knows: Feng Xinglang's life is much more important than his! Even if he died a hundred times, Feng Xinglang would not be able to make any mistakes.

And Xing Laowu, who is as powerful as an ox, is responsible for pulling and dragging on it.

The previous 30-odd meters went quite smoothly; but halfway through the dragging, the stretcher was stuck by a huge rock, and Xing Ba tried several times but failed.

"I'm going down!"

Hetun, who is eager to love his son, seems to be unable to wait.

"Father, don't come down...I'll try again."

Concerned about the safety of Hetun, Xing Ba decided to try again. After all, Hetun, who has not exercised to the limit for many years, is likely to fall directly into the canyon.

Xing Ba almost used more than half of his body to carry Feng Xinglang's stretcher, and wanted to push the stretcher to the side so that Xing Lao Wu on top could drag it.

The stretcher was successfully pushed to the side of the rock; but Xing Ba's center of gravity was unstable, and he couldn't grasp the rock on the cliff...

Xing Ba thought that his days of serving his adoptive father Hetun were over, but at the critical moment, an arm protruded from the stretcher and grabbed the arm of Xing Ba who was about to fall.

"Thanks."

That is the sincere gratitude of the rest of my life.

When Feng Xinglang's stretcher was successfully transported up the mountain road, Xing Ba's exposed skin was almost torn apart.

Fortunately, he successfully rescued Feng Xinglang. I don't need to be buried with him!

"A-Lang...A-Lang...how are you? Is there any injury?"

Hetun half-kneeled on the rocky road to check his son's injury, his eyes were full of love that he had never had before.

But Feng Xinglang was too lazy to respond to Hetun's concern, but looked sideways at Xing Ba who was sitting on the gravel road, panting.

Xing Ba, who was bruised and bruised, just sat slumped on the ground, no matter how he looked at it, he felt desolate.

"Xing Ba, are you okay?" Feng Xinglang asked quietly.

Xing Ba was slightly taken aback, then turned to look at Feng Xinglang, "Oh, it's nothing, just a skin injury."

"Hetun, lend me Xingba and the car, I'm going to Shipi County."

"No! Aaron, you are so seriously injured, you must be treated first! Otherwise, your leg will be useless!"

Hetun refused firmly, "As for Xueluo's mother and son, I will send someone to look for it."

"I don't need you to take care of my business! You open it for me!"

Feng Xinglang glared at Hetun angrily.

"Well……!"

"What's the point of talking to him! Just knock him out!"

Seeing that Feng Xinglang was disrespectful to his adoptive father Hetun, Xing Laowu directly beat Feng Xinglang, who was in the middle of chirping and crooked, with a knife, and passed out.

When Xing Lao Wu knocked Feng Xinglang unconscious, and looked up to meet his adoptive father Hetun's eyes that were about to eat people, he realized deeply: he knocked out his adoptive father's son, this precious lump!

And the movements are so fast, ruthless, and accurate!

Beating a dog depends on the owner, doesn't it?

What's more, Feng Xinglang still wears the dazzling aura of "biological son"!