No one can be a dog licker

Under the ancient protective wall of Qingcheng, Sun Chenghong waved away everyone and stood quietly. It was dark at night, and he put his hands behind his back, staring into the distance with deep and calm eyes.

When Lin Zhonghan finally appeared in sight, his tone was mixed with helplessness and reproach: "Brother Lin, I really admire your determination. My grandson is in the core area of ​​the rift outbreak, and his life or death is uncertain.

You can still calmly hold that lengthy and meaningless meeting with those old-timers in the capital."

Lin Zhonghan's clothes were soaked with sweat. He had just come from more than 140 kilometers away and arrived here in just 30 minutes.

Standing in front of Sun Chenghong, Lin Zhonghan didn't even bother to wipe the sweat off his face. He just stared at him intently, waiting for him to speak.

"Ping'er is the same. She was clearly at the scene, but she had no intention of rushing to Lin Yi's side. She only thought about saving other people's children."

Sun Chenghong looked at Lin Zhonghan's slightly embarrassed appearance, but he still felt unsatisfied. The anger in his heart had not subsided, so he simply turned this dissatisfaction into a deliberate sarcasm.

In order to fight for the interests of Qingcheng City, the old man argued hard at the meeting and even had only time to give him a quick phone call.

Just because you are a teacher, can you delay rescuing your own son who is in danger in order to save other people's children?

He couldn't understand why the Lin family was putting others before themselves!

If you don’t understand, you naturally can’t agree.

In his opinion, if the same situation happened to him, what would it matter if he was pointed at and called selfish?

He, Sun Chenghong, would choose to protect his own bloodline first without hesitation rather than considering others.

"That little bastard?..." Lin Zhonghan looked at Sun Chengkong's pretentious appearance. If it were any other time, he would definitely be able to see the clues and understand his intentions.

However, at this moment, he was just a grandfather, an ordinary person who could no longer remain calm because of his deep concern for his grandson.

Seeing this, Sun Chenghong lost all emotion and responded quickly: "Lin Yi is fine! He just has a severe deficiency of Qi and blood. He is completely fine."

"Sun thief!" Lin Zhonghan knew he was being teased as soon as he heard it. He was furious and punched Sun Chenghong hard in the face.

Sun Chenghong staggered a few steps after being hit by the punch, and his eye sockets immediately became bruised, but he did not get angry but smiled: "After so many years, your fist is still so hard! So your injury..."

"It's not that easy. It's useless if it's useless." Lin Zhonghan's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his face.

When Sun Chenghong heard Lin Zhonghan's nonchalant tone, he felt heavy in his heart, and his expression became unusually serious and solemn.

He instantly released a powerful pressure, as if to suppress everything around him. After confirming that no one could get close within a hundred meters, he slowly spoke: "The abnormal movements in the ground abyss are becoming more and more frequent."

Lin Zhonghan glanced at Sun Chenghong unhappily and said coldly: "Do you need to tell me? Are the two holes above your nostrils for breathing?"

Sun Chenghong seemed not to notice Lin Zhonghan's sarcasm and continued to speak: "Mr. Lin is not in good condition."

"..." Lin Zhonghan was silent for a while, then nodded and said slowly, "Well... I know."

Sun Chenghong suddenly raised his voice and anxiously said to Lin Zhonghan: "Brother Lin, what do you know? Qingcheng cannot be defended! Do you understand?"

"Can't you hold it?" Lin Zhonghan asked, leaning his back against the wall of Qingcheng. "You're just going to ignore the safety of more than 12 million people with just one sentence: Can't hold it?"

"We can't defend it, and we can't control it!" Sun Chenghong tried hard to make Lin Zhonghan understand their current situation.

"It has been twenty-seven years since the death of the God of War. How long do you think you can keep this secret?

All the tribes in the abyss of earth have been watching covetously, ready to make a move!

Giving up one city in exchange for three years of buffer time is the only option we have at the moment."

"Bullshit! Give in one step and give in another step!" Lin Zhonghan shouted.

“Qingcheng may seem like a place with declining martial arts and ordinary, but it is right next to the imperial capital!

Only 140 kilometers apart, have you ever realized the meaning behind this?

This means that once Qingcheng is lost, the imperial capital will be like having its throat tightly grasped by the hand of the Earth Abyss, unable to move and will be completely controlled!

Would a delay of another three years be enough to create a new God of War?

Let me ask you, in the past 27 years, has any of the Ninth Rank Grandmasters achieved a breakthrough?

Strike one blow to prevent a hundred blows! Only fight to the death, only fight to the death!

Why can't you academics see the urgency of this situation? "

Sun Chenghong understood this principle, but he was just an eighth-rank warrior. What could he do?

Those people in the imperial capital are not only old but also afraid. Over the years, Old Lin has been guarding the three entrances to the abyss alone and has long been unable to split himself.

In Beiyuan, the top geniuses recruited by Wushen Wuda are like meat in a meat grinder.

They were not even given a chance to grow, and could only watch helplessly as they were ruthlessly swallowed by the abyss of the earth.

Those geniuses who dared to fight to the death were indeed astonishingly powerful, but they also fell earlier because of their bravery.

Until now, only people like Lin Zhonghan, who had suffered serious injuries and limited potential, could still survive. But without strong military force, they naturally lost their voice and were suppressed.

Sadly, even though foreign invasion was imminent, Mr. Lin was still devoting all his efforts to the safety of China. However, those who lived in comfort still had the leisure to play the drama of fighting for power and profit.

Even planning a bigger conspiracy...

"Brother Lin! I understand! All of you who graduated from Wushen Wuda are geniuses and heroes, but now...

Qingcheng's fate is set, you can't change it. Come back to the capital with me, please..."

Lin Zhonghan interrupted Sun Chenghong without hesitation: "If I can't change it, then it only means that I deserve to die!"

"How can I be considered a genius? The real geniuses have all died on the battlefield..." Lin Zhonghan lowered his eyes and brows, and then fell into a long silence.

"Ping'er..." Sun Chenghong finally spoke, "He is your biological son!"

"He's grown up, do you think I can control him? Today, under the crack in the ground, he didn't even care about his son, didn't he?"

"..."

Sun Chenghong finally sighed and compromised: "My ability is limited, I can't care about so many things. If you insist on not leaving, then I must take Lin Yi with me!"

"It should have been like this," Lin Zhonghan shook his head gently, leaning against the guardrail, and slid down weakly.

"But now it's no longer possible. He wants to go to Beiyuan."

Sun Chenghong was filled with grief and indignation. He stared at Lin Zhonghan, his words revealing endless pain and confusion:

"Even Lin Yi... your Lin family really doesn't leave any way out for himself? You are sending him to death!"