Zhang Gongzi stared at his father who was becoming more and more majestic in front of him with teary eyes, and he began to feel the greatness of something called responsibility, and the nobility of something called family affection.

He began to feel as if something was shaking in his body, and the closer he knew about the moment of his father's parting, the more he hated the state he was.

He mustered up the courage to pull out the scroll again, and the daily education and courage seemed to return to his body in an instant. 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 at all, nor as brave as my father, nor as experienced as my father, and if anyone 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 among Qi Refiners, there are many means to increase lifespan. Therefore, if there is one person in the family who must be sacrificed, it should be me, not you, father. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his shoulders trembled involuntarily.

"If you can live well, father, the family will definitely be carried forward in your hands, and there will even be time to find a way to increase your longevity. ”

"Therefore, if it is only because of youth, it is clearly not the most necessary condition to determine which of us will survive. I've been thinking about it carefully in the past few days, father, let me cover your retreat!"

He let out a sigh of relief. These words were held back in his heart for many days, and today he finally succeeded in saying them all.

He stared at his father, and suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a trace of pain in his father's eyes, as if some feeling of conscience condemnation and betrayal had flashed out of his eyes.

But soon this feeling disappeared from his father's eyes, and he didn't even have time to think about it before he saw his father reach out and slowly push the scroll back.

"I understand your benevolence and filial piety. With a deep sigh, the lord of the castle re-hid the strange expression of pain, condemnation, and betrayal.

"I'm old, after this blow, do you think I still have any ambitions to rebuild my family?" the lord seemed to try to convince his son.

"All my efforts have come in this city. Speaking of his pride, his eyes lit up again, showing that he was not so willing to accept this reality.

This feeling is like a swarm of ants gnawing on his heart, he feels that he is smart and wise enough, and he also thinks that he has enough means and changes, and even since things have developed so far, he feels that every response he has reached the limit of his ability.

"Why am I the one who failed?" this painful feeling lingered in his heart.

At this time, the usual kind smile on his face was gone, that kind and graceful feeling, and the smiling eyes were all full of murderous intent.

At this moment of sudden distraction, as if the old lion had shown its real fangs, the city lord finally revealed his cold and shining claws. On the face of the mighty king, that kind of murderous aura and murderous intent really appeared.

This kind of murderous aura and murderous intent suddenly reminded people that his hands were also covered with bones and bloodstains.

Although Zhang Gongzi didn't understand this change in his father, he still didn't open his mouth with interest, he understood that what he should do now was a serious listener.

However, this situation quickly disappeared, and the lord of the castle immediately adjusted after realizing that he was wrong.

He exhaled heavily, pulling himself out of his memory,

He even noticed his gaffe, squeezing a desolate smile from his face to cover his unwillingness, as if the hero had come to an end.

"I remember every command, every testimony, every expenditure in this city. Do you think I can withstand such a big blow?" the lord straightened out his thoughts, and even waved his hand to increase his persuasiveness.

His gaze stayed on his son's face, "Only you can." The castle lord's tone changed to an agitation, "There is no experience to learn, no experience to experience, no courage to exercise." ”

"The biggest difference between you and me is that you don't have heavy baggage, and you don't even have strong feelings for it. ”

The city lord calmed down for a while, and said more and more sincerely, "I remember that you have always complained privately that I am too strict with you, and you have also complained that this city is too small. ”

Zhang Gongzi's face turned red, and as soon as he wanted to defend himself, the city lord stretched out his hand and pressed it, indicating that this was not the point.

He smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "You don't have to defend yourself, I understand all this." When I was younger, I used to travel all over the continent, and I went to places you never visited. ”

After this sentence eased the solemn atmosphere in the field, the lord of the castle continued to agitate emotionally, "You have no burden, this is your greatest advantage, you are still young, you have enough time to study." And I don't have any of these anymore, and these can only be seen in you."

Finally, the lord of the castle stood up, stared at his son with a somewhat commanding tone, and said, "So, you don't need to say it, I have made up my mind." ”

With that, he turned his back and let out a long exhale out of his son's sight, calming his obviously not so normal heart, and he thought to himself, "Everything is ready, everything is moving according to his plan." ”

He even quietly clenched his fist with the hand hidden in his sleeve, and the one who won in the end must be himself.

In the corner of the wall on the other side, Qian Yunsheng was silently sitting next to everyone and meditating to breathe. A seed wrapped around his arm, completely opened, and the conversation between the city lord and Zhang Gongzi trickled into his ears.

The long-term support of the operation of the array allows everyone to cherish every minute of time to ensure that they can make more contributions.

Now maintaining the great array has become a kind of spiritual sustenance, like the only thing that a drowning person can grasp, even if it is a straw, even if it is a straw, he will hold it firmly even if he dies.

Qian Yunsheng also pretended to be mixed in, but in fact, his mind had already flown to the side of the city lord. 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 into his sleeve again.

"It seems that the lord of the castle is even more ferocious, vicious, and insidious than he imagined. ”

After Qian Yunsheng sighed, he continued to pinch the magic trick and quietly lowered his head.

Leisurely literature, let the soul travel!

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