In the innermost room, there are only a few pieces of simple furniture in the small room.

The city lord sat opposite his son.

The room was originally full of spirit stones, but now it has been moved out. This has completely empty the house and become their temporary resting place.

The city lord sat on a chair inside, looking at the bare walls around with his eyes scattered. The look of memories seemed to see through the history of this room.

He seemed to want to figure out how the house was built from every crack and every fold of the wall, how to move the first box of spirit stones in, and how to move all the spirit stones out in the end.

What a wonderful irony, the city lord thought.

Isn’t this small house the best comment on their family’s current situation? Although there is no sect that has been tens of millions of years or tens of thousands of years, when this ends and completes this cycle in his own hands, it still makes him feel frustrated that he is lucky.

The roaring sound outside suddenly became louder, and the city lord took back his thoughts and focused on his son's face.

"Although a person's success depends on wealth, luck, and force, the most important thing is to rely on his own mind." The city lord sighed and knocked his head, wanting to pass on this knowledge in one mind.

"It's the father" Mr. Zhang studied it very seriously.

So many days have passed, and although everyone has not said it, everyone understands that the so-called rescue is becoming increasingly slim.

Moreover, what if they were finally rescued? If at the beginning, there might be enough living people in the city; now that it has been so long, I am afraid that even one-tenth of them will survive will be gone.

The longer the time goes by, the smaller the hope of rebuilding Jixia City. The city lord knows this better than anyone else.

After the huge disaster, even if I was willing to spend a lot of money to build the city in Jixia more beautiful than it is now, it is simply an extremely slow and difficult process for people to rebuild under such destruction.

"You are very smart. You should understand all the ideals I said."

"If you don't have a flexible mind and cannot carefully see the situation and make the most of your advantages, then no matter how much wealth you have, your strength or luck are actually empty talk." The city lord paused and continued,

"Because there are always people who are richer, stronger, and even better luck than you." The city lord didn't know what he thought of, and sighed a few words.

He looked around the whole room, and the walls were covered with spirit-absorbing stones. When his ancestors built this place, they were so busy that the spirit-absorbing stones were extremely thick. As long as they closed the door, they didn't have to worry about hearing them outside.

"How are you preparing?" After saying the previous ones, the city lord changed his mind 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 he looked carefully, he could see some wise light from the middle.

"According to your instructions, I have checked every agency in the entire library these days, and all of these agencies can be guaranteed to be intact." Mr. Zhang thought for a while.

Although he has not shown up these days, it is obvious that the city lord has not left him idle.

Hearing this, the city lord clicked.

Although he did not show much obvious on the surface, he felt relieved. This feeling seemed to have suddenly gained some breath from his suffocation state for the first time in so many days.

He thought about it and ordered again, "Remember our plan? Say it again to me."

Mr. Zhang nodded and said seriously, "If it comes to the last moment, even the secret room that protects 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 use your chance to block the enemy, and use the power of the remaining blood sacrifices in the hall to pull the scroll open and teleport away."

"Yes, the time to open the scroll must be accurate." The city lord nodded with satisfaction. He seemed to care about the opening time of the scroll.

Then he said with concern, "Remember, timing is very important. After all, we are mortals, so you must gather everyone first, otherwise you may not be able to gain enough power to pull the scroll."

"Yes" Mr. Zhang nodded vigorously. He obviously didn't want to disappoint his father.

However, what he didn't notice was that death seemed to be about to crawl to the mouth of his father's neck, but not only did he not have a sense of decadence in death, but his thinking was extremely active and he paid more attention to every detail of his escape than himself.

Although this can be understood as a father who is as wise as the sea, has a long-term vision, is smart and capable, and never gives up even in the most desperate situation. He is the last thing he can do for his son as a father.

But when he whispered and even tried to repeatedly confirm every detail of it, until Mr. Zhang was so memorized that he could do it completely according to his own standards with his subconscious reaction, he nodded with satisfaction, and still showed a hint of weirdness.

Of course, even at the end, his eyes became serious again, staring at his son and solemnly reminded him, "Remember not hesitate. When I drive the machine, you can pull the scroll and leave first, and don't worry about me."

Mr. Zhang raised his head. He did not notice these abnormalities of his father at all. Instead, it seemed like a trickle of warm current flowing into his heart. He stared at his father carefully and told every detail there, as if he wanted to get to know his father again.

Although so many days have passed, he still holds the hope in his heart, hoping that his father can escape together. But so many days have passed, it is obviously becoming increasingly slim.

He stared at his father's face, his loose muscles, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and white hair on his temples.

Although his father, as the city lord, has been pampering for many years, makes him look much younger than his actual age, he still sees his father's hard work for so many years from the details.

What's more, until now, my father still leaves the hope of life for himself, which makes him feel a trace of warmth in his body and begin to ejaculate.

"Father" Mr. Zhang choked and cried.

He suddenly felt that fatherly love is so great, so broad, so deep and worth remembering.

At this moment, he suddenly felt as if something was deeply touched in his heart, buzzing and blurring his eyes.
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