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421. Soul Clan

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    Chunhe obviously has no cultivation, but Gengming feels the pressure like a mountain.

    He took a deep breath and said, "City Lord, you know from the five conditions I directly put forward that forging and securing the city is by no means easy. If there is a slight mistake, all previous efforts may be wasted, and it may even cause huge backlash."

    "So?" Chunhe looked at Gengming and said.

    Gengming gritted his teeth, "So you must have your soul integrated into He An City, and be willing to sense any movement during Forging and An City at all times, and provide timely feedback. Only in this way can the success rate of Forging and An City be increased."

    Chunhe still looked at Gengming, his face neither sad nor happy, "Let me ask you."

    Gengming sat upright subconsciously.

    Chunhe said, "What will happen to these souls who have integrated into Hean City?"

    Seeing Gengming open his mouth to respond, Chunhe emphasized his tone, "I want to hear the truth."

    Gengming was silent for a moment and said, "It may be separated afterwards and return to the original body, it may be integrated with He'an City, or it may be extinguished."

    "Then it's not allowed." Chunhe said without hesitation.

    Geng Ming paused, then said in a deep voice, "City Lord, if you want to do big things, it is inevitable that someone will sacrifice."

    "One general's success will lead to thousands of bones drying up?" Chunhe opened his mouth and came.

    Gengming paused again, then nodded with difficulty.

    "Why?" Chunhe's face turned cold.

    But this time it was not Gengming who spoke, but Hun An. He stood up directly and said in a fierce tone, "Because we have enough food all day long, because we have a high-sounding head, and because we have Pepsi! Why don't we just enter He'an City with our souls? This is not suicide.  Didn't Fellow Daoist Gengming say that there is a certain chance of returning to the original body. In this case, why does the city lord deny it? Why does he want to deprive us of the right to contribute to peace? "

    "You will die." Chunhe said with a complex expression.

    Hun An's tone became more intense, "The city lord himself said that there is no immortality in the revolution? We are willing to sacrifice for the revolution."

    Speaking of this, Hun An actually looked into Chun He's eyes, "City Lord, He'an is not yours alone! It is He'an of all of us! We are willing to sacrifice everything for He'an, including our lives."

    ¡°That¡¯s right! That¡¯s it!¡±

    "City Lord, you are too underestimated. Are we people who fear death?"

    "Death is like the wind, always with me!"

    ¡°Damn it, it¡¯s a bit inappropriate to say life at this time, isn¡¯t it?¡±

    "Then what should I say?"

    ¡°It is said that death is not the way back, but the starting point or reunion.¡±

    Some of the high-level officials of the commission made jokes that made the atmosphere less heavy, but there was still a finger pointed directly at Chunhe.

    Seeing that these spears are getting more and more shiny, naturally, there are high -levels to see it, and the two sides are noisy again.

    But Geng Ming, who was considered the instigator, was temporarily excluded. He could only watch helplessly as the high-level officials of the commission rolled back their sleeves with red ears.

    Gengming asked Zhenlan with some confusion, "Do they know what they are doing?"

    Zhenlan said, "I want to die."

    Gengming said in a somewhat inexplicable tone, "I know they are asking for death, but why? Aren't they afraid of death?"

    This time, Zhenlan did not answer immediately. He looked at the dark soul whose whole body was a little erratic due to excitement, Lin Xian'er whose delicate face was stained with red clouds, Miss Jia whose beard was shaking unsteadily, and the wise man standing on the chair.  ¡­They¡¯re shouting, they¡¯re roaring, they¡¯re arguing, they¡¯re¡­

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    So, Zhenlan smiled, and he smiled and said to Gengming, "There is a word between us and Ancheng."

    "What are you talking about?" Geng Ming tensed up subconsciously.

    Zhenlan smiled even more happily, but his words carried a lot of weight, "For the sake of sacrifice, I dare to make the sun and the moon change the sky!"

    Gengming seemed to be struck by lightning, his whole body was shaking and speechless. He also looked at the many high-ranking officials. He saw Zhang Dafa who was furious, An Cheng who had dense veins on his forehead, Qishan who looked at his handsome face and slightly ferocious  ¡­

    He suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? For the sake of great ambition, I dare to make the sun and the moon change the sky!

    And the atmosphere of Ancheng

    Cool!

    "Bang!" Just as Gengming was thinking, he heard the sound of heavy slapping on the table. With this sound, all the sounds stopped suddenly, and everyone looked at Chunhe who was slapping the table.

    "I'm not dead yet! Do you want to rebel?" Chunhe looked at the senior officials coldly.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ?But when things come to a close, why should the Soul Clan be sacrificed?  Is this fair?  "

    "This is unfair!" Hun An glanced at all the soul clans and said in a loud voice, "But then again, why should we compare with other races? Speaking of ourselves, since the He'an New Deal, have we ever  Have we been treated unfairly? Have the resources distributed by the City Lord's Mansion ever been less than half of ours? When walking on the street, have we ever rolled our eyes or spoken harshly to us? Do other races have any opinions on the various systems built with the Soul Clan as the main body? "

    "I know He'an has never treated the Soul Clan badly." Chun He looked at Changqin, "But it still doesn't make sense. He'an's prosperity should not be at the expense of a certain ethnic group. Today we can sacrifice the Soul Clan, then we can sacrifice it tomorrow.  The elves and the dwarves will be sacrificed the day after tomorrow. Once some holes are opened, they will eventually be submerged by the torrent."

    "Even if our entire clan is extinct, our names will be remembered by He'an City for a thousand or ten thousand years!" The flames in Hun Dark's eyes were blazing, "Are you afraid?"

    "I'm really scared, scared." Chunhe's eyes were distant, as if they had penetrated endless time and space and landed in an unknown place.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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