Mr. Zhang stared at his increasingly majestic father with tearful eyes. He began to feel the greatness of something called responsibility, and the nobility of something called family affection.
He began to feel something trembling in his body. The clearer he became that the moment when he and his father parted was getting closer, the more he hated this current state.
He mustered up the courage to take out the scroll again, and the daily education and momentary courage seemed to return to his body. His pale face was stained with blood again, and he looked at his father and said firmly
"I understand that I am not as strong as my father, nor as brave as my father, nor as experienced as my father. If I say who is more qualified to rebuild the family, it is obviously my father and not me." He took a deep breath and continued.
"Although I am younger than my father, I also know that there are many ways to increase lifespan among Qi Practitioners. Therefore, if someone in the family must sacrifice, that person should be me, not you, father." He said more The more excited he gets, the more his shoulders tremble involuntarily.
"If you, father, can live well, the family will definitely be able to flourish in your hands, and you will even have time to find ways to increase your longevity."
"Therefore, if it is just because of youth, it is obviously not the most necessary condition to decide which of us can survive. I have thought about it carefully these days. Father, let me cover your retreat!"
After saying this, he let out a sigh of relief. He had been holding these words in his heart for many days, and today he finally managed to say them all.
He stared at his father, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a trace of pain in his father's eyes. This feeling seemed to be like some kind of conscience condemnation and betrayal flashing from his eyes.
But this feeling soon disappeared from his father's eyes. Before he even had time to think about it, he saw his father reach out his hand and slowly push the scroll back.
"I understand your benevolence and filial piety." The Lord City Lord sighed deeply and hid that strange expression of pain, condemnation, and betrayal again.
"I'm old. After this blow, do you think I still have any ambition to rebuild the family?" The city lord seemed to be trying his best to convince his son.
"All my efforts are in this Jixia City." When he talked about his pride, his eyes lit up again, showing that he was not so willing to accept this reality.
This feeling was like a swarm of ants gnawing at his heart. He felt that he was smart and wise enough, and he also thought that he had enough means and flexibility. Even since things have developed so far, he feels that every response he has made has been... I reached the limit of my ability.
"Why am I the one who failed?" This painful feeling has been lingering in his heart.
At this time, the usual kind smile on his face was gone, that kind and graceful feeling, and his smiling eyes were full of murderous intent.
At this moment of sudden loss, just like an old lion showing its real fangs, the Lord of the City finally revealed his gleaming claws. The murderous look and intent really appeared on the mighty king's face.
This kind of murderous aura and intention suddenly reminded people that his hands were once covered with bones and stained with blood.
Although Mr. Zhang didn't understand his father's change, he still had the sense to keep silent. He understood that what he should do now was to be a serious listener.
However, this situation quickly disappeared. After the city lord realized that something was wrong with him, he immediately adjusted it.
He exhaled heavily and pulled himself out of the memory.
He even noticed his gaffe, and forced a bleak smile from his face to cover up his unwillingness, as if the hero had reached his end.
"I remember every order, every law, and every expenditure in this city clearly. Do you think I can withstand such a big blow?" The Lord City Lord calmed down his thoughts and even waved his hand. to increase his persuasiveness.
His eyes stayed on his son's face, "Only you can do it." The Lord's tone turned into an encouragement, "There is no experience to learn, no experience to experience, and no bravery to exercise."
"The biggest difference between you and me is that you don't have a heavy baggage, and you don't even have any strong feelings for me."
The Lord of the City calmed down and said more sincerely, "I remember that you have been complaining privately that I am too strict with you, and also complained that Jixia City is too small."
Mr. Zhang blushed, and just as he was about to defend himself, the city lord stretched out his hand and pressed it down, indicating that this was not the point.
He smiled and said in a gentle tone, "You don't have to defend yourself, I understand all this. I also traveled around the mainland when I was young, and I have been to all the places you have never been to."
After these words eased the solemn atmosphere in the field, the Lord City Lord continued to encourage passionately, "You have no burden. This is your biggest advantage; you are still young and have enough time to learn. And I have all these things." No longer available, these can only be seen on your body."
Finally, the Lord of the City stood up, stared at his son with a commanding tone and said, "So, you don't need to say anything, I have made up my mind."
After saying this, he turned his back and took a long breath out of reach of his son's eyes to calm down his obviously abnormal heart. He secretly thought in his heart, "Everything is ready, everything is ready." I’m moving forward according to my own plan.”
He even secretly clenched his fists with his hands hidden in his sleeves. He must be the one who wins in the end.
In the other corner, Qian Yunsheng was sitting silently next to everyone meditating to regain his breath. A seed was wrapped around his arm and fully opened, and every bit of the conversation between the city lord and Mr. Zhang reached his ears.
To support the operation of the array for a long time, everyone should strive to cherish every minute of recovery time to ensure that they can make more contributions.
Now maintaining the formation has become a kind of spiritual sustenance, just like the only thing a drowning person can hold on to. Even if it is a straw, he will hold it tightly even until death.
Qian Yunsheng also pretended to be among them, but in fact his thoughts had already flown to the Lord of the City. After listening to the conversation between the two people, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Interesting." He also quietly hid the bouquet of flowers deep in his sleeves.
"It seems that the Lord of the City is more vicious, more vicious, and more insidious than imagined."
After Qian Yunsheng sighed, he continued to squeeze the magic formula and quietly lowered his head.
Youzai literature allows the soul to travel!
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