The Lord of the City sat on a high seat, looking around at everything in front of him with exhaustion and indifference.
The tossing for several days in a row had actually drained him of all his energy. If it weren't for the various Qi Refiner elixirs suitable for mortals to hold him up, he might have collapsed long ago. Even so, for a person who has been pampered for a long time, it will still make him feel deeply tired.
Everyone in front of them started to act in an orderly manner. There was no more scolding, urging, complaining, or prevarication. Everyone was relying on each other closely and united together. Until this moment today, it seemed more like a group.
This made the city lord a little uncomfortable. You must know that he was the only one who could hold everyone together in the past. But now everyone can consciously and proactively take responsibility for the matter, and no one even asks him for instructions. This feeling made him feel a little dazed.
Although it is true that everyone already has a clear idea of what to do, the plans for the matter have been made in detail before, and the prepared plans are sufficient.
But from another perspective, this is not because under extreme pressure, everyone began to spontaneously consider the problem from an overall perspective, and there was no need for him, the city lord, to dictate from the side.
Thinking of this, the Lord City Lord was horrified. His mind was still stuck on the scene where he was sitting in the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion, commanding everyone.
Unexpectedly, so soon, in just a few days, even the people closest to him would no longer need his command.
His eyes turned cold. At this time, he felt that he was sitting in this secret vault filled with wealth. The wealth no longer exuded warmth, but instead emitted gloomy malice.
Power and power are like two strange ropes. When they are tightly twisted together, the huge power can crush everything, even shake the gods. But when they are separated, they are like a noose around the neck of the person in power. As long as they are gently lifted, they can easily strangle them.
Just like the current situation, the Lord City Lord really feels that his power is leaking faster and faster like sand from the gaps between his open fingers. Such a huge amount of wealth around him cannot bring him a sense of security at all, but more like It's a spell that urges death.
He twisted his body, as if this was the only way he could feel a little warmth. He began to feel this coldness, which actually became an invisible shackles pressing on his body, becoming a kind of exhaustion and despair.
This feeling consumes his energy endlessly, so that when he closes his eyes, all he sees are desperate scenes of death, decay, being driven away like a dog, and even turning into a puddle of mud. Finally disappears.
The despair of this scene made him shiver, and even the soft cushion under his body felt stiff and cold.
"Father"
His son's voice came from behind him. I wonder if he saw something wrong with him.
The Lord of the City slowly opened his eyes and looked at the son in front of him who looked a little weak.
He stared at his dark and rich hair, his tight and delicate skin, his healthy shiny and flushed cheeks, and his strong black beard that was about to emerge from the depths of his skin, and sighed in his heart,
"It's great to be young!"
He touched his big belly and couldn't help but sigh in his heart again
"Youth represents hope!"
He reached out and held his son's hand, feeling a touch of warmth.
"Father, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Why are your hands so cold?" Mr. Zhang squeezed his father's hand and asked with concern.
The Lord of the City shook his head. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the happiest time when he had just become the Lord of the City and was full of high spirits. Coupled with the birth of his son, it was even more ambitious.
He remembered how he looked when he was young and proud, wearing bright clothes and angry horses. At that time, he was so close to the face in front of him!
He squeezed his son's hand tightly, holding it tightly, but there was an extremely tired expression on his face. He said calmly, "I'm tired, please come with me and take a rest."
"Yes." Mr. Zhang lowered his head. He didn't even dare to look at the busy and desperate people around him, and answered in a low voice.
The Lord City Lord stood up and said to the grim-faced steward who had been following him, "I'll leave this place to you for the time being. I'm going to take a rest. If you have anything, you can discuss it with Master Qianxian."
"My lord, I must be tired these days. Go quickly. I'm here." The steward said with a grimace.
The Lord City Lord nodded and looked at Qian Yunsheng, who was sitting on the ground not far away, with his back to him nervously operating the array. He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head without saying hello, and walked straight into the treasure house with his son.
Qian Yunsheng seemed to have completely ignored the city lord's seemingly normal and natural actions, and still nervously operated the formation disk.
But what no one noticed was that while he was holding the array disk, he had a playful smile on his lips. In his sleeve, another seed was also nourished by his spiritual energy and quietly began to grow.
On the ground, the witch's offensive is getting stronger and stronger.
Full of anger and a strange sense of frustration enveloped her, and the irritability of being ignored by the bugs made her strike more viciously each time.
She is like red and hot lava surging in hell, which can destroy everything once it erupts.
She also didn't expect that the other party would dare to ignore her words, and even didn't even respond at all except for a continuous stream of soul beasts.
This made her feel for the first time that she was exerting force on the air. After fussing for a long time, she finally realized that it was just wishful thinking.
She stretched out her hand bitterly. The strange-looking creatures in front of her actually dared to suddenly rise up and charge towards her and the densely packed demonic insects behind her. Their huge teeth and sharp claws were hurtling at her. There are blood marks on these treasures.
There were even huge beings such as the iron-backed bear, the violent fire lion, the golden-haired roar, and the white-nosed elephant. These fierce spirit beasts were mixed in and charged together. Every time they come forward, they can trample the demonic insects blocking the path to pieces.
Sitting in front of the demon is a huge sea-swallowing whale.
When this giant creature in the water breaks away from its shackles and swims proudly in the air, it can actually collide with the monster with a huge body that is no less than that of a monster.
"Shua~" The witch suddenly took action.
Along with the dense and unusually loud sound, a series of explosions intertwined together.
The blood-red demonic energy surged out from the witch's hand, like extremely sharp flying needles, stabbing head-on into the densest group of soul beasts with a shrill and harsh sound.
On the other hand, the witch suddenly squeezed it, and a white palm penetrated deeply into the body of the sea-swallowing whale.
That momentum is like crossing the vast and unpredictable ocean, passing through the raging and changeable storm, and grasping the most profound and essential things in the world in the depths of the huge tornado.
Seeing those soul beasts wailing and falling down, the witch held the sea-swallowing whale's life gate in her outstretched hand and smiled bloodthirstyly.
She twisted it suddenly, and the huge and extremely powerful sea-swallowing whale whined and turned into pieces, scattering around.
The witch's eyes became more and more fanatical, and huge anger spurted out.
She kept gesturing and continued to slap towards the formation with one palm after another. There was an earth-shattering creaking sound from the formation, and it trembled for a while before finally settling down.
"I didn't expect this turtle shell to be so hard." Seeing that she had failed again, a look of surprise flashed across the witch's face.
"No matter how hard you are, I can break you into pieces!"
The witch became fierce. She took advantage of the fact that the new soul beast had not yet emerged from the formation, and her palms suddenly became faster.
"Bah bang bang!"
She charged up her strength fiercely and once again attacked the large storm.
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Youzai literature allows the soul to travel!
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