In the innermost room, there are only a few simple pieces of furniture in the small room.
The city lord and his son sat opposite each other.
This room was originally full of spiritual stones, but now they have all been moved out. This also completely vacated the room and became their temporary resting place.
The Lord of the City was sitting on a chair inside, looking at the bare walls around him with casual eyes. His reminiscing eyes seemed to be trying to see through the history of this room.
He seemed to want to understand from every crack in the wall and every fold in the wall how this house was built, how the first box of spiritual stones was moved in, and how all the spiritual stones were finally moved out.
What a wonderful irony, the Lord City Lord thought.
Isn't this small room the best explanation of their family's current situation? Although there is no sect with tens of thousands of years, or a family with tens of thousands of years, when this ending completes this cycle in one's own hands, it is still It gave him a sense of frustration that fate was playing tricks on people.
The roaring sound outside suddenly became louder again, and the Lord City Lord brought his thoughts back and focused on his son's face.
"Of course a person's success depends on wealth, luck, and force, but the most important thing is to rely on one's own mind." The Lord City Lord sighed and knocked his head, wanting to pass on all this knowledge.
"It's father." Mr. Zhang studied very seriously.
So many days have passed, and although no one said anything, everyone understood that the so-called rescue was becoming increasingly slim.
Moreover, what if a few of them can be rescued in the end? If at the beginning, there might still be enough people alive in the city; now that so much time has passed, not even one tenth of them might survive in the end.
The longer time passes, the smaller the hope of rebuilding Jixia City. The Lord of the City knows this better than anyone else.
After a huge disaster, even if you are willing to spend a huge amount of money to build Jixia City more beautiful than it is now, rebuilding people's confidence after such destruction is simply an extremely slow and difficult process.
"You are very smart. You should be able to understand all the principles I mentioned."
"If you don't have a flexible mind, can't carefully see the situation clearly, and make the most of your advantages, then no matter how much wealth, force or luck you have, it will all be empty talk." The Lord City Lord paused and continued. said,
"Because there is always someone richer, more powerful, and even luckier than you." The Lord City Lord said a few words without knowing what he thought of.
He looked around the whole room. The walls were covered with soul-absorbing stones. When the ancestors built this place, they spared no expense, so the soul-absorbing stones were extremely thick. As long as you close the door, you don't have to worry about being heard from outside.
"How are you preparing?" After saying the previous words, the Lord City Lord changed his tone and asked in a low voice.
Mr. Zhang raised his head and looked at his father. He found that his eyes seemed particularly hazy, as if he had not woken up. But when you look closely, you can see some light of wisdom in the middle.
"According to your instructions, I have checked every mechanism in the entire secret library these days. All these mechanisms are guaranteed to be in good condition." Mr. Zhang thought for a while.
Although he has not shown up these days, it is obvious that the Lord of the City has not left him idle.
Hearing this, the Lord City Lord nodded.
Although he didn't show any obvious expression on the surface, he was obviously relieved in his heart. It felt like he was suddenly able to breathe a little from his suffocation for the first time in so many days.
He thought for a while and ordered again, "Do you still remember our plan? Tell me again."
Mr. Zhang nodded and repeated seriously, "If at the last moment, even the secret room protecting this formation is broken, father, you will control the last mechanism in this secret room to block the enemy."
"And I will gather everyone in the hall before that. Then I will pull the scroll open, and take advantage of you to block the enemy, and use the power of the blood sacrifices of the remaining people in the hall to pull the scroll and teleport away. "
"Yes, the time to open the scroll must be accurate." The city lord nodded with satisfaction. He seemed to be particularly concerned about the time to open the scroll.
Then he said uneasily, "Remember, timing is very important. After all, we are mortals, you must gather everyone first, otherwise you may not be able to obtain enough power to pull the scroll."
"Yes" Mr. Zhang nodded vigorously. He obviously didn't want to disappoint his father.
But what he didn't notice was that it seemed that death was about to crawl to his father's neck, but not only did he not have any sense of decadence of death, but his mind was extremely active and he paid more attention to every detail of escape than he did.
Although it can be understood that this is the last thing a father can do for his son, who is usually as wise as the sea, far-sighted, resourceful, shrewd and capable, and will never give up even in the most desperate situation. Things to do,
But when he was long-winded and even took the trouble to confirm every detail, until Mr. Zhang memorized everything so well that he could rely on subconscious reactions and do it exactly according to his own standards, he was satisfied. He nodded, still showing a hint of weirdness.
Of course, even at the end, his eyes became serious again. He stared at his son and solemnly warned, "Remember, don't hesitate. When I turn off the engine, you immediately pull the scroll and leave. You must leave me alone." .”
Mr. Zhang raised his head. He didn't notice these abnormalities in his father at all. Instead, he seemed to have a trickling warmth flowing into his heart. He carefully stared at every detail of his father's instructions, as if he wanted to repeat it all over again. Get to know your father.
Although so many days have passed, he still holds on to the hope in his heart, hoping that his father can escape together. But after so many days, it has become increasingly slim.
He stared at his father's face, the flabby muscles, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the white hair on his temples.
Although his father had been a city lord and lived in a comfortable life for many years, which made him look much younger than his actual age, he could still see his father's hard work for so many years in the details.
What's more, until now, his father still left the hope of life to himself, which made him feel a trace of warmth beginning to bloom in his body.
"Father" Mr. Zhang choked up and burst into tears.
He suddenly felt that father's love is so great, so broad, so deep and worth recalling.
At this moment, he suddenly felt as if something was deeply stirred in his heart, and his eyes blurred with a buzzing sound.
Youzai literature allows the soul to travel!
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