Zuo Ci had already conveyed his thoughts to Zhang Jiao, and through his thousand-year-old magic skills, placed them in Zhang Jiao's subconscious, if Zhang Jiao hadn't adjusted his mentality and had an epiphany.

That never-ending inner torture will always be with him.

As for the next road, it can only be chosen by Zhang Jiao.

In fact, Zuo Ci didn't expect that his master would be able to make such a big move in this book casually.

Of course, he didn't know whether the Nanhua boss did this intentionally or recklessly, but Zhang Jiao has become a climate now.

Even Zuo Ci didn't dare to confront Zhang Jiao head-on, after all, Zhang Jiao was not a person now.

Therefore, as if in a dream, Zuo Ci should withdraw if he does what he can do.

Zuo Ci withdrew quickly, but Zhang Jiaoke suffered a lot.

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"Whew!"

Gasping for breath, Zhang Jiao woke up from his sleep again.

After seeing that thousand-year-old skill illusion during the day, he found that he couldn't sleep peacefully at all, and once he fell asleep, the story, the dream, would reappear.

Every time he saw the black self sitting on the throne of the world, looking at his strange eyes, he would always be shocked into a cold sweat.

"Are you dreaming again?"

A woman heard Zhang Jiao's violent wheezing and burst in directly from the outside.

She had been guarding the door, waiting.

Ever since her father came back from his inspection of the city walls today, her face had been very strange, and she had been worried about whether something had happened.

When she came in to deliver the porridge, she found that her father, who had always been strong and confident, was curled up on the couch, holding his head tightly like a child, and she found the clue.

Therefore, she has been guarding the door, afraid that something will happen to her father.

She has lost her mother.

She didn't want to lose her father again.

"Hmmm......"

With the support of his daughter, Zhang Jiao slowly sat up from the couch, took the warm water handed by his daughter, took a sip slowly, and moistened his somewhat dry throat.

"Ning'er."

Zhang Jiao lowered his head, sat cross-legged on the couch, was silent for a while, and suddenly looked up at his daughter.

"Tomorrow, you will take five hundred Yellow Turban wrestlers from the secret passage."

Zhang Jiao took a breath and finally made this decision.

"Remember, don't call yourself the Yellow Turban Army in the future, and don't say that your surname is Zhang, go find a mountain range, hide for a few years, five hundred Yellow Turban wrestlers are enough to protect you in the mountains and forests."

He is extremely solemn, because his daughter is already his only concern in this world.

He could give himself to the cause that he and his brothers wanted, but he could not tie his daughter to him.

"Ning'er ......"

Zhang Ning shook her head, she was smart and clever, she naturally knew what Zhang Jiao was arranging it for, and the two lines of tears couldn't stop flowing.

"It's Dad who can't stand you, and he can't find you a good family...... It's Daddy who is dragging you down. ”

Zhang Jiao suddenly discovered.

Since I took over that book, my heart seems to have changed, and I seem to have completely devoted myself to my career.

Although he still loves his daughter, it is difficult to find time to spend with her.

He is worthy of the people of this big man, even if he brings trauma, but he has walked the world for decades, saving lives and helping the wounded, and he is worthy of his heart.

He is worthy of the millions of members of the Taiping Sect, because he does have a pure heart, and he wants to change the way of the world, but he is worthy of his heart.

He's worthy of anyone in the world!

But the only thing he is sorry for is Zhang Ning.

"Nope."

Although Zhang Ning was in tears, she did not stop Zhang Jiao's decision.

Because she knew her father's character, he made a decision, and he would never change it again.

Although he has given himself very little company, he has already given everything he has.

In the past, Zhang Ning may still complain, but when she grew up, she followed her father to walk the world, and when she saw her father's lifelong career, she forgave him and understood him.

Because at the beginning, my mother died because she couldn't get timely treatment.

It was also from that time that Zhang Jiao chose to study medicine and go into the mountains to collect medicine, so that he had to spread half of the "Dunjia Heavenly Book", under the pseudonym "Taiping Sutra", and began to establish the Taiping Sect, which spread all over the country.

Even so, Zhang Jiao, who lives in poverty, still devoted everything to Zhang Ning, just to make up for his absence.

But he didn't know that in Zhang Ning's heart, he was the only hero in the world and a real brave.

"And."

Zhang Jiao looked at his daughter seriously, he understood his daughter's personality, and he didn't want her to repeat his mistakes.

He admits that at this moment, he is selfish.

"Never think about revenge, I have no hatred with anyone, I'm just a rulebreaker, and a gambler of fate, what the future holds, it's all my own fault."

"Understood?"

This is the first time that Zhang Jiao has spoken to his daughter in such a heavy tone.

It will also be the last.

"Go ahead, and don't look back when you go."

Zhang Jiao lay down on the couch again.

"Poof!"

His job card suddenly appeared, the crimson job card emitted a strange dark light, and a light fell on Zhang Ning's body, which also inspired her job card.

"Poof!"

Zhang Ning's job card is also a red job card, but the color of this job card is much lighter, more like a peach blossom pink.

A ray of light passed from Zhang Jiao's job card to Zhang Ning's job card.

It seems like a transmission, but I'd rather call it a legacy.

After a long time, Zhang Jiao stopped moving, Zhang Ning woke up from the increase in energy, and saw his father on the couch, but he was asleep.

Kneeling on the edge of his father's bed, Zhang quietly looked at the man who was pulling himself up alone.

Now he is no longer the majestic and heroic hair of the past, with gray temples, ravines on his face, and a sleeping appearance, like a bad old man.

A few steps back, Zhang Ning kowtowed a few times to his father, and left the house.

What Zhang Jiao passed on to her was not the innate skill of sprinkling beans into soldiers to summon Yellow Turban wrestlers.

It's a class that only Zhang Jiao can develop.

Star Lux.

This is the complete body of the Yellow Turban Force, and the special effects of the class have both the strength of the real Yellow Turban Army and the Yellow Turban Force, but neither Zhang Ning, who has just received it, nor Zhang Jiao, who has fallen asleep, has never really understood this kind of troops.

At the same time, Zhang Jiao handed over to Zhang Ning, and there was also the control of five hundred Yellow Turban Lux.

Yellow Turban Lux is made of Zhang Jiao's vitality and soybeans, they are not real people, they are just war machines, five hundred Yellow Turban Lux are enough to keep Zhang Ning safe.

It was him as a father.

What can be done for Zhang Ning in the end.

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[ps: In fact, Zhang Jiao is just a tragic character from beginning to end, if readers find it carefully, they will find that every time Zhang Jiao's plot is made, there is always a heavy tone. Because in the imagination of the night, Zhang Jiao is the knight who really launches the last charge before dawn. 】