The city lord sat in the treasure house, and all kinds of wealth accumulated by countless years flowed out from his side, turning into the sound of ding-dong and crackling outside.

Although he hadn't closed his eyes for two days, his majesty was still there. He commanded everything efficiently, as if his obese body, which had accumulated over the years, was giving him a steady stream of energy.

In just a few days, a brand new formation with a strength of no less than the city moat formation is built. Although as the city lord, there is enough wealth to support it, time is still very tight, which leads to him having to decide everything anytime and anywhere.

After all, if money can buy everything, then with his wealth, he will probably have become a big shot who can influence one side by stomping his feet.

Instead of having to manage a city as diligently as he is now, worrying about earning every spirit stone.

He sighed and rubbed his eyebrows. In front of his son, he finally didn't have to show his overly determined side.

He must give those outsiders enough confidence to make them believe that no matter how strong the wind and rain are, they cannot defeat them. Otherwise, as long as he reveals any weakness and powerlessness and transmits it to the bottom, it may be an terrible disaster that cannot be curbed.

"Father", Mr. Zhang quietly walked behind him and massaged the city lord's back.

"A son is good at everything, but he is still a little weak as the city lord." When there were only two of them in the room, as a father, his thoughts were always easy to let his thoughts drift away.

But he was quickly pulled back. Now it is a time for life and death, and it must be told in a long story.

He took his son's hand knocking on his back, pulled him to his knees, and sighed softly, "I know you don't like being the city lord, but I still make things difficult for you and scold you harshly."

"No, it's not like this." Seeing that his father rarely showed a completely different side from usual, Mr. Zhang choked up and knelt down with a "thump".

The city lord did not stop him from kneeling, but solemnly took out a gold-plated scroll from his arms and handed it to his son and said, "This is a random teleportation scroll." It was my grandfather, your grandfather, who made great contributions when he was there, and was given by the Eshan Sect.

"You carry this scroll with you close to your body, and don't tell anyone. When it really doesn't work, you can use this scroll to escape immediately."

"Father, then...what do you do?" Mr. Zhang asked, holding his father's hand tightly.

"Silly kid," said the lord laughing, stroking his hand,

"I'm old, and you're still young. To me, this Midtown is everything to me."

"You are different. You don't like to care about these chores." While saying that, he handed over a dark gold ring and put it on his hand and said, "This is a storage ring. I put all the most important things in it. Even if I die, you can rebuild a family with these."

"I have figured it out over the years. Although the Jixia City is very big, it is like a cage that frames us here."

Mr. Zhang's lips moved slightly, and finally he was stopped by the majesty of his daily father.

Listen to him continue

"Actually, I had this idea. Even if Jixiacheng luckily survived this disaster, I am going to let you leave here and find a new world for our family."

Mr. Zhang lowered his head and refused to pick up the scroll. He shook his head and said firmly, "Father, I won't leave, I'll help you hold it in front. If you really can't hold it anymore, father, you go first."

"My father is a hundred times more talented than me. My child is not filial in normal times and he doesn't give me any worries. This time I just let me be filial to my father."

"What are you talking about?" The city lord raised his voice. His originally kind eyes were full of evil spirits and anger.

"I'm old, you are the hope of the family!" Perhaps feeling something wrong with me, the city lord closed his eyes,

After a while, he opened it and said slowly, "You must remember that you should not die easily at any time. That is just the truth that the weak deceive themselves."

"A true strong man must always have enough confidence."

"So what about us being mortals? There are not so many Qi Refiners for us to drive."

"Whether you are strong or weak depends entirely on yourself, not others. No matter how strong others are, you must have the courage to break his mouth. Only in this way, only if you are more ruthless and tenacious than others can you live longer and better than others."

"I am very satisfied with your intelligence, but my personality is more like your mother and softer. But I believe you will understand this truth in the end."

"You can now understand that only when I stay here can I mobilize all the resistance forces in Jixia City; only when I stay here can I gather everyone's beliefs, and the enemy may be defeated by us."

"This is my responsibility. No one can replace you, and you can't do it." The city lord said slowly, and stuffed the scroll into his son's hand again.

At this time, he was like a general about to go to war, with a magnificent momentum and high fighting spirit.

Mr. Zhang fell silent and took the scroll silently. He felt a belief from his father.

It seems that all his energy and goals are concentrated on the matter of demons. In order to achieve this goal, he can do anything and let go of everything. Wisdom, energy, courage, wealth, reputation, and even for this goal, he will do whatever he wants even if he loses the entire Jixiao City.

Seeing that his son took the scroll, the city lord felt relieved. He patted his son on the shoulder and said lightly, "It's not that time to be so desperate. I just want to prepare carefully. Don't come forward these days, just to prevent any changes."

"I have made a place for you in the treasure house behind you. You must always remember that no matter what happens, you are hope for the city."

"When something really happens, don't hesitate and immediately pull the scroll and run away." The city lord emphasized sternly at last.

After arranging his son, the city lord walked out. The busy room outside was full of his most trusted confidants.

"How is Mr. Qian doing?" This is his most concerned issue now.

A sad face, as if everyone was owed him money, stood up and replied, "The Thousand Immortals Master has collected three thousand beast soul talismans from the warehouse these days, hundreds of demon cores and thousands of spirit stones,"

"There are also various things like Soul-Sucking Wood, Destroy Flower, Ghost Car Horn, Nine Infant Swallows, etc., all of which are added together, and there are almost 500,000 spirit stones."

The city lord pondered for a moment, and even he felt a little nervous when he heard these numbers. You should know that the annual income of Jixiacheng was only 400,000 spirit stones, and various expenses had to be eliminated. In the end, not many of them could be kept to make the foundation were 700,000 or 80,000 spirit stones, which was very good.

Although he knew it was impossible, if Qian Yunsheng had really fled these things and ran away, he would have no place to cry.

After thinking about it, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go to Mr. Qian to have a look."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked out.
Chapter completed!