The argument between the two drew a moment of silence.

Although Mu Xizi targets everyone everywhere, the reason is very sufficient, after all, his life may not die because of saving someone he doesn't know, and his father shows indifference to this result.

No one can accept this result.

Putting aside the personal feelings for Hua Xiangrong, in fact...... Mu Xizi is also very pitiful.

Silent.

Even An An, who was extremely unpleasant to Mu Xizi, felt as if a big stone had been pressed down on his chest at this time, and it was very uncomfortable to be dull and dull.

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Meanwhile.

In a dimly lit room in the City Lord's Mansion.

"Dad, do you really care about your daughter's life or death?"

Mu Xizi's face was pale, and his eyes revealed a touch of despair, and he watched with resentment as Mu Yangze put Mu Sheng's tall body unconscious on the bed.

Hearing Mu Xizi's desperate question, Mu Yangze turned his back to her, his shoulders trembled slightly, and then turned around and looked directly at his daughter.

With a sigh, there was a touch of tiredness on his face, he looked exhausted, and said apologetically: "Xi'er, I'm sorry for you for my father......"

"No!"

Mu Xizi held back tears and said stubbornly: "What I want is not sorry, I just want to ask you, are you really willing to give up your daughter's life for the sake of draining the blood sword!"

Mu Yangze lowered his head and was silent for a moment before saying, "The matter has not reached that serious, you can rest assured, my father will use all the resources to try to save your life!"

"Hehe......"

Hearing this, Mu Xizi's delicate body shook, and his already seriously injured body could no longer support it, so he took a few steps back until he leaned against the wall and found support.

Tears slid down her pale face, she bit her lip so hard that blood soaked out, and said sadly: "So, you still won't change your mind?"

"Is the Blood Draining Sword really that heavy?"

Her eyes turned gray with despair, let the tears fall one by one, and said bitterly: "For as long as I can remember, in addition to competing for the position of the master of the main altar, there is only the blood sword left in your heart, and even when your mother died, you didn't take a second look. ”

"My eldest brother and I have a respected father, but what is the difference between not having a father, since childhood, we have both depended on each other for our lives......"

As she spoke, she ignored Mu Yangze's increasingly silent face, glanced at Mu Sheng who was in a coma on the bed, and her tears flooded like a lack of embankment, and said bitterly: "Why do you think my brother and I are working so hard to cultivate?"

"As a pair of children of the chief altar master, although we have no status in your heart, we can be regarded as worry-free about food and clothing, but the life we have lived since childhood is more difficult than that of ordinary children. ”

"Why?"

"Because we want to cultivate, we want to become stronger, and we want to get your attention!"

Mu Xizi shook her head painfully, as if she wanted to throw the past grievances out of her mind, but the more she talked, the more grievances she had felt.

"But what I didn't expect was ...... All of this we did was wrong!"

Blood slid down the corners of her lips, and Mu Xizi finally bit her lips, tears mixed with blood, making her mouth even more bitter.

"With the strength, you are finally willing to take a look at our brother and sister, in this regard, my brother and I have even been excited behind your back for several days, but who knows, getting your attention is not a happy thing, because it is ...... for you"

"Every bit of strength is a chess piece that you can use to achieve your goals!"

In the end, Mu Xizi's voice was already hoarse, and his heart was dripping with blood.

"Xi'er ......"

Mu Yangze looked at Mu Xizi's hoarse voice blankly, and sighed for a long time before he sighed: "It's because my father is sorry for you, but ......"

He subconsciously clenched his hands and said with a struggling expression: "You are right, over the years, my father has indeed neglected you, including your mother, for the sake of draining the blood sword, but do you know that being a father also has a last resort." ”

"Bitter?"

Mu Xizi sneered bitterly, looked at Mu Yangze with mocking eyes, and said disdainfully: "If you can't get the Blood Draining Sword, your main altar lord throne will not be able to sit steadily, and the five branch altars are all looking down on your position, this is your bitterness, right?"

"No, you're wrong. ”

Mu Yangze's face was pale, and when it came to the things he had been fighting for all his life, his expression became solemn, and he said: "I don't have to sit in the position of the head altar master, who of the five of them has the strength, what can I do if I give up this position for my father?"

"You must know that the Bloodshed Sword was owned by my Five Saints Altar thousands of years ago, and the Bloodshed Sword is not only a peerless divine weapon, but also related to the Xuanming Technique!"

He sighed and said regretfully: "I think that thousands of years ago, my Five Saints General Altar rose because of the Xuan Ming Technique, and its momentum is so great that it is simply an existence that you can't imagine now. ”

"However, strength creates ambition, thousands of years ago the Western Regions was not such a bitter and cold place, but the ancestors were not satisfied, with strength, it was natural to seize more fertile land. ”

"The desire to enter the Central Plains began at that time. ”

"It's just a pity...... Mu Yangze let out another long sigh and said, "A vicious battle with Shuiyue Mansion not only caused the ancestors to lose the best opportunity to seize the Central Plains, but also lost the blood-draining sword, which was the most important aspect of the Five Saints General Altar at that time. ”

"Without the Blood Draining Sword, the Xuanming Technique would no longer be complete, and the strength of the Five Saints General Altar has also been regressing step by step since then, and today, as far as you know, who else can cultivate the complete Xuanming Technique?"

Mu Xizi listened coldly, and couldn't help but say: "Could it be that without the Xuanming Technique, we won't be able to get by? Entering the Central Plains? This slogan that has been shouted for thousands of years has never been realized, and to this day, do you still hold this unrealistic fantasy?"

"Can't get by?"

Mu Yangze's face suddenly turned fierce, and he said emotionally: "You look, look here, look outside, if possible, who doesn't want to bathe in the sun, who wants to live like a mouse in the dark and damp underground?"

"All of this is because of the forced by the Water Moon Mansion, since a thousand years ago, they have been chasing and killing our clansmen, without the Xuan Ming Technique, what the Five Saints General Altar has lost is not only the strength to attack the Central Plains, but also the strength to protect itself, which has already been lost!"

"You said you couldn't go on, I'll tell you now, you just can't get by!"

Mu Yangze roared angrily: "You just said that I was indifferent to you two brothers and sisters, but do you know that the City of the Rising Sun...... I can't hold it anymore!"

As soon as these words came out, Mu Xizi, even if his heart was like ashes, he couldn't help but change his pretty face.

"The city of the rising sun was built under the desert barren sand, and the wind and dust have been rolling continuously for thousands of years, and the ground has long been eroded to the scarred, this city is ......"

"It could collapse at any time!"

(End of chapter)