The enemy's purpose is obvious, which is to let everyone see that a mortal tried his best to resist the immortal cultivator, and was eventually killed by the immortal cultivator. The enemy wants to use facts to prove that mortals and immortals have never been equal, let alone peaceful coexistence. Then all Ye Feng’s efforts so far will be in vain.
. . .
Ye Feng continued: "But you couldn't bear it, so you took the risk of being drained of your life force and dying, forcibly controlling the fantasy thunder beast, and came here to create panic. At the same time, you also planned to throw yourself into the river at the moment your life ended. Even if you do this, Even when the thunder beast is strong, it will be forcibly dispersed by the conductive properties of water and dissipate. And the method those people use to force you is nothing more than your son's illness."
An Lin was dumbfounded by what Ye Feng said, but Ye Feng finally wiped An Lin's face clean, put away the handkerchief, nodded, and said: "Well, if you don't cry, she is still pretty."
"But, Ms. An Lin, have you ever thought about it, if they can really cure your son's disease, why do they still hold your son hostage and force you to do such a thing?"
As soon as Ye Feng said this, everyone in front of the screen understood what Ye Feng said, including An Lin.
"Because they lied, they couldn't cure your son's disease at all, and at the moment you died, your son would be killed immediately."
When An Lin wanted to understand the connection and was about to say something in shock, sadness and excitement, she heard Ye Feng yell loudly. That voice didn't need any modern equipment at all, and it was enough to resound throughout the entire Kyoto city.
"Mr. Zhuang, my Captain Shen, are you not feeling well yet?"
. . .
Zhuang Yun, with the unremitting efforts of engineers, the TV station finally regained the high-altitude broadcast rights from hackers' attacks, and the broadcast rights of the high-altitude projection screen were set very high. Although hackers can't break in for a while. But it blocked Zhuang Yun's way of obtaining permission. So when Zhuang Yun and the others succeeded in breaking through, they immediately connected with Shen Xinlan.
"I'm sorry, my king" said Zhuang Yun and pressed the button to turn it on.
So just 5 seconds after Ye Feng shouted, the scene from Shen Xinlan appeared on the high-altitude projection screen.
In the picture, in the distance behind Shen Xinlan is the hijacking vehicle that has turned over and is on fire and smoking. The child in Shen Xinlan's arms is none other than An Xin.
"Reporting to the minister, the hostages have been safely rescued. All the prisoners have been arrested, except for one who resisted and was shot to death."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Just when Ye Feng was about to look back at An Lin, he heard a childish voice on the high-altitude projection screen.
"Auntie, when I grow up in the future, can you teach me my skills? I want to become a powerful immortal cultivator like you?" It was An Xin's voice.
"Why?" Shen Xinlan asked strangely.
"Because I want to become stronger. In this case, I can protect my mother. Because my mother is just an ordinary person and she is often bullied. I want to protect my mother from being bullied." An Xin said unfluently.
Although his voice was very childish, the idea that "the strong protect the weak, and those who cultivate immortality protect ordinary people" he wanted to express shocked everyone who saw the screen at this moment.
Hearing this, Shen Xinlan smiled and said, "Okay! Auntie promises you." But she suddenly panicked and said to the screen: "Sorry, Minister, I forgot to turn off the connection during the private chat."
"It doesn't matter," Ye Feng said.
So the overhead projection screen disappeared.
Shen Xinlan's mistake this time, to Ye Feng, was nothing short of "nevermind". It was simply a divine assist! At this moment, Ye Feng finally determined the meaning and way of this city's existence.
Ye Feng said to An Lin: "Ms. An Lin, maybe you are right. In the eyes of most people, ordinary mortals and immortal cultivators are different. But what you may not know is that in fact, immortal cultivators are actually the same as cultivators. There is no difference between mortals. They also have joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows. Like ordinary people, they also have a human heart. I always firmly believe that anyone with a human heart can be a human being. Humans are human beings, and immortals are also human beings. Since We are all human beings, so why can’t people be equal?
Maybe the immortal cultivators are indeed very powerful, and the mortals are indeed ordinary and weak, but aren't the powerful immortal cultivators also the weak ordinary people becoming stronger step by step?
If the strong do not protect the weak, then what is the meaning of their strength and existence!
Maybe our world is not beautiful, but I don’t want to know what the real world is like. I just want to know what the world I want to see looks like.
Maybe we are not very powerful, but who stipulated that we must destroy the world to be considered powerful, and there is never a standard for being powerful. It is just a word derived from comparison.
The strong protect the weak, and the weak protect the weaker. Even an ordinary person should be able to do this kind of thing. And Kyoto should become such a place, a place where many children like your son live happily, a city full of hope. "
The meaning of this city's existence - that is hope
Ye Feng looked at An Lin and said calmly:
"Kyoto City is an irreplaceable place for all of us to realize ourselves. A person's power may be very limited, and I can't accomplish things by myself, but as long as I am with everyone, I can accomplish it.
This city belongs to everyone and to me. So I want to protect you. "
As he spoke, he looked at the fantasy thunder beast imprisoned in the sky.
"I want to protect them too."
Ye Feng looked at the Fantasy Thunder Beast calmly and said, "So I want to know the method."
An Lin was moved by what Ye Feng said, but she could only say with sadness and guilt: "It's too late. Although there is a way in theory, it is impossible to do it in practice."
At this moment, Ye Feng could feel that An Lin was in extremely bad condition, so when Ye Feng raised his hand to cut off the connection between An Lin and the Fantasy Thunder Beast, a stream of white Yuan Qi was already helping An Lin regain her vitality. No matter how limited An Lin's control over the thunder beast is, she still has control over it. Now, without An Lin's restraint, the God of Thunder roars wantonly. He struggled to break free from Ye Feng's imprisonment, but it could only be said that he was thinking too much about the Thunder Beast. As long as Ye Feng doesn't want to let him go, no one in this world can touch him. So it barked even more fiercely
"Mad, shut up, I'm not killing pigs, ghosts are crying like wolves."
As he spoke, the next moment he fantasized about the thunder beast and even his mouth was locked.
Ye Feng turned around and said to An Lin with a smile: "Professor An Lin, I am the director of the institute, and I have done a lot of research on the human body's bioelectromagnetic field. Now that I have time, the two of us can have an in-depth academic discussion. "
Ever since, Anlin fell silent! Yumian was speechless! Everyone in Kyoto City who looked at the screen was speechless!
Everyone was madly complaining: Damn it! Now is the time for academic research!
