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One hundred and seventeen rights and desires

The city lord sat on a high seat, looking around indifferently with exhaustion.

After several days of continuous trouble, he had already squeezed out his energy. If it weren't for all kinds of Qi Refining Pills suitable for mortals, he would have fallen down long ago. Even so, for a person who has been pampered for a long time, he would still feel deeply tired.

Everyone in front of them acted in an orderly manner, no longer scolding, urging, complaining, and shirking, everyone leaned closely on and united. Until today, it seemed that it was more like a group.

This made the city lord even a little uncomfortable. You should know that it was only relying on him to bond everyone together. But now everyone can take the initiative to take responsibility for the matter, and no one even asks him for instructions. This feeling made him a little dazed.

Although this is certainly because everyone has a clear concept of what to do, the plan for the matter is done in detail before, and the plans prepared are sufficiently sufficient.

But from another perspective, under great pressure, everyone began to spontaneously consider the problem from a holistic perspective, and instead he, the city lord, no longer needed to point fingers.

Thinking of this, the city lord was shocked. His mind was still stuck in the scene where he was sitting in the lobby of the city lord's mansion, directing everyone.

Unexpectedly, so quickly, in just a few days, even the closest people around me were almost unnecessary.

His eyes turned cold. At this time, he felt that he was sitting in this secret library full of wealth. What these wealth emitted was no longer a warm atmosphere, but a gloomy malice.

Power and are like two strange ropes. When they are tightly tucked together, huge power can crush everything and even shake the gods. But when they are separated, they are like nooses placed on the neck of the person in power. As long as they are gently lifted, they can easily kill people.

Just like in this situation, the city lord really felt that his power was leaking faster and faster through the cracks of his open fingers. Such a huge amount of wealth around him could not bring him a sense of security, but was more like a death-hunting spell.

He twisted his body, as if only in this way could he feel a hint of warmth. He began to feel this coldness, which really became an invisible shackle pressing on his body, a kind of fatigue and despair.

This feeling consumed his energy endlessly, so when he closed his eyes, all the scenes of despair were displayed in despair, death, decay, being driven away like a dog, and even turning into a pool of mud and finally disappearing.

These despair made him cold war, and even the soft cushions under his body felt a stiff and cold touch.

"Father"

The voice of his son came from behind, and I wonder if he could see that he was wrong.

The city lord slowly opened his eyes and looked at the son in front of him who looked a little weak.

He stared at his thick black hair, his tight and delicate skin, his healthy cheeks that shone with gloss and flushed, and his strong black beard that was about to emerge from the depths of his skin.

"It's great to be young!"

He touched his big belly and couldn't help but sigh in his heart again.

"Youngness means hope!"

He reached out his hand, held his son's hand, and felt a hint of warmth.

"Father, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Why are your hands so cold?" Mr. Zhang asked with concern, holding his father's hand.

The city lord shook his head. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the happiest time. He had just become the city lord and was full of energy. In addition, the birth of his son was even more ambitious.

He remembered his youthful and proud look, his appearance of being furious in his clothes and horses. At that time, he was so close to the face in front of him!

He held his son's hand tightly, holding it tightly, but his face was extremely tired. He said quietly, "I'm tired, please accompany me to rest for a while."

"Yes." Mr. Zhang lowered his head. He didn't even dare to look at the busy and desperate people around him, and answered in a low voice.

The city lord stood up and said to the manager who had been following him with a bitter face, "I'll leave it here for the time being. I'll go and have a rest. If you have anything, you can discuss with the Qianxian Master."

"Sir, I must be tired these days. Go quickly, I'm here." The manager with a bitter face responded.

The city lord nodded, looked at Qian Yunsheng, who was sitting on the ground not far away, and was facing away from him nervously operating the array plate. He hesitated for a moment, shook his head and did not say hello, and took his son straight into the treasure house.

Qian Yunsheng seemed to have not noticed that the city lord seemed to be extremely ordinary and natural, and was still nervously operating the array plate.

But what everyone didn't notice was that while holding the array plate, he smiled playfully. In his sleeves, another seed was also nourished by his spiritual energy and began to grow quietly.

On the ground, the witch's offensive became more and more prosperous.

A full of anger and strange frustration enveloped her, and the irritability of being ignored by the insects made her more vicious at once.

She was like the red and hot lava surging in hell, and once it erupted, it could destroy all of this.

She didn't expect that the other party would dare to ignore her words, and even without even the slightest response except for the endless soul beasts.

This made her feel for the first time that she was trying toward the air. She posed for a long time, but finally found that it was just her wishful thinking.

She stretched out her hand hatefully. The creatures in front of her, which looked strange in her eyes, dared to suddenly rise up and charge towards her and the dense demon insects behind her. Her huge teeth and sharp finger claws made blood marks on these treasures.

There are even huge existences such as iron-backed bears, violent fire lions, golden-haired roars, and white-nosed elephants. These fierce soul beasts are mixed together and they also attack. Each of them comes straight and can destroy the demon insects blocking along the way.

Sitting down on the front of the demon was a huge sea-swallowing whale.

When the existence of this giant in the water escaped from the constraints and Aoyou in mid-air, he could actually use a huge body that was no less than a demon to collide with the demon.

"Swish~" the witch suddenly took action.

With the dense and unusual loud sounds, a series of pops intertwined.

The blood-red demonic energy surged out of the witch's hand, like extremely sharp flying needles, stabbing head-on towards the densest soul beast with a sharp roaring sound.

On the other hand, the witch suddenly pinched it, and a white palm pierced deeply into the body of the sea-swallowing whale.

The momentum was like crossing the vast and unpredictable ocean, passing through the raging and changing storm, and holding the most profound and essential things in the world in the depths of the huge tornado.

Seeing the soul beasts falling down wailingly, the witch held the sea-swallowing whale's life gate in her palm and smiled bloodthirstyly.

She twisted suddenly, and the huge and extremely powerful sea-swallowing whale wailed and turned into pieces, dispersing around.

The witch's eyes became more and more fanatical, and a huge hostility gushed out.

She kept gestures and continued to slap the formation one by one. A shocking creaking sound came from the formation, and it trembled for a long time before finally calming down.

"This turtle shell was so hard." Seeing that she returned empty-handed, a look of surprise flashed across the witch's face.

"I can smash you even if it's hard!"

The witch was ruthless. She took advantage of the fact that the new soul beast had not yet emerged from the formation, and her palms suddenly became faster.

"Smack!"

She suddenly accumulated strength and once again attacked the storm like a storm.

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Leisure literature, let the soul travel!
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