The Lord of the City was sitting in the treasure house, and all kinds of wealth accumulated over countless years flowed out from his side, turning into the sound of construction outside.
Although he had not slept for two days, his majesty was still there. He directed everything with great efficiency, as if his fat body, which had been accumulated over time, was feeding him a steady stream of energy.
In just a few days, he has to build a new formation that is no less powerful than the city defense formation. Although as a city lord, he has enough wealth to support it, time is still very tight, which means that he must do it anytime and anywhere. Decide everything.
After all, if money can buy everything, then with his wealth, he would have already become a big shot who can influence a party with just a stomp of his feet.
Instead of running a city as conscientiously as he does now, worrying about earning every spiritual stone.
He sighed and rubbed his brows. In front of his son, he finally didn't have to show too much determination.
He must give enough confidence to those outside, letting them believe that no matter how strong the wind and rain are, it is impossible to knock them down. Otherwise, as long as he shows any trace of weakness and powerlessness, it may be transmitted to the bottom, which may be a terrible disaster that cannot be contained.
"Father", Mr. Zhang quietly walked up behind him and gave the city lord a slap on the back.
"My son is good at everything, but he is a little weak as a city lord." When there were only two of them left in the room, as a father, it was always easy for his thoughts to drift away.
But he was quickly pulled back. Now is the moment of life and death, so the story must be kept short.
He took his son's hand that was on his back, pulled him to his knees, sighed softly and said, "I know you don't like being the city lord, but I still always make things difficult for you and reprimand you severely."
"No, it's not like that." Seeing his father showing a rare side that was completely different from usual, Mr. Zhang choked up and knelt down with a "plop".
The Lord of the City did not stop him from kneeling, but solemnly took out a gold scroll from his arms, handed it to his son and said, "This is a random teleportation scroll." It was my grandfather, and your grandfather was here. , has accomplished great achievements, and was given by the Ashan Sect.
"You keep this scroll close to your body and don't tell anyone. When it's really hard to do anything, you can use this scroll to escape immediately."
"Father, then... what should you do?" Mr. Zhang asked, holding his father's hand firmly.
"Silly boy," the city lord smiled and said, stroking his hand.
"I am old, but you are still young. For me, this Jixia City is everything to me."
"But you are different. You don't like to take care of these chores." As he said, he handed over a dark gold ring and put it on his hand. "This is a storage ring. I put all the most important things." It's inside. Even if I die, you can rebuild a family with these."
"I have finally figured it out after all these years. Although this Jixia City is huge, it is like a cage that tightly traps us here."
Master Zhang's lips moved slightly, but he was finally stopped by his father's majesty.
Listen to him continue
"Actually, I had this idea. Even if Jixia City survives this disaster by luck, I am ready to let you leave here and find a new world for our family."
Mr. Zhang lowered his head and did not pick up the scroll. He shook his head and said firmly, "Father, I won't leave. I will help you hold it in front. If you really can't hold it anymore, father, you should leave first."
"My father's intelligence is a hundred times better than mine. Children are usually unfilial and do not share any worries with their father. This time it is time for me to fulfill my filial piety for my father."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" The Lord City Lord raised his voice, and his originally kind eyes were full of evil spirits and anger.
"I'm old, you are the hope of the family!" Perhaps feeling something was wrong with him, the Lord City Lord closed his eyes,
After a while, he opened his mouth and said slowly, "You have to remember, never talk about death easily at any time. That is just a way for the weak to deceive themselves."
"A truly strong man must always have enough confidence."
"It doesn't matter that we are mortals. There are not so many Qi Refiners for us to control."
"Whether you are strong or weak depends entirely on yourself, not others. No matter how strong others are, you still have to have the courage to crush their teeth. Only in this way, only if you are more ruthless and tough than others, can you be better than others Live longer, live better.”
"I'm very satisfied with your intelligence and intelligence, but your personality is more like your mother's and softer. But I believe you will understand this truth eventually."
"As long as you understand now, only if I stay here can I mobilize all the resistance in Jixia City; only if I stay here can I gather everyone's faith, and the enemy can be defeated by us."
"This is my responsibility. No one else can take my place, and neither can you." The Lord City Lord finished speaking slowly, and then put the scroll into his son's hand again.
At this time, he was like a general about to go on an expedition, with majestic momentum and high morale.
Mr. Zhang fell silent and took the scroll silently. He felt a kind of faith from his father.
It seems that all his energy and goals are focused on the demon. In order to achieve this goal, he can do anything and let go of anything. Wisdom, energy, courage, wealth, reputation, even for this goal, he would not hesitate to lose the entire Jixia City.
Seeing his son take the scroll, the city lord was relieved. He patted his son on the shoulder and said calmly, "Things are not that desperate. I just want to be more prepared. You should not show up these days in case something happens."
"I have made a place for you in the treasure house at the back. You must always remember that no matter what happens, you are the hope of Jixia City."
"When something really unexpected happens, don't hesitate to pull the scroll and run away." The Lord City Lord emphasized sternly at the end.
After arranging his son, the city lord came out. The busy room outside was filled with his most trusted confidants.
"How is the progress with Mr. Qian?" This is the question he is most concerned about now.
A man with a sad face, as if everyone owed him money, immediately stood up and replied, "Master Qianxian has taken out three thousand beast soul talismans from the warehouse these days, as well as hundreds of demon cores." , thousands of spiritual stones,”
"In addition, there are various things such as the soul-absorbing wood, the flower of destruction, the horn of the ghost car, the saliva of the Nine Infants, etc. Together, there are almost half a million spiritual stones."
The Lord City Lord pondered for a moment, and even he felt a little trembling when he heard these numbers. You must know that the entire Jixia City's annual income is only 400,000 spirit stones. After all kinds of expenses are taken into account, not many can be left to become the foundation in the end. Only 70,000 or 80,000 spirit stones are very good.
Although he knew it was impossible, if Qian Yunsheng really took these things and ran away now, he would have no place to cry.
After thinking for a while, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go to Mr. Qian's place to have a look."
After speaking, he took the lead and walked out.
Youzai literature allows the soul to travel!
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