"Ancestor, where are the people?"

Feng Jiuyou picked up the erotic magazine at hand and flipped through it gently. His expression was comparable to that of reading Jin Ping Mei at night.

His expression was serious, but there was always a hint of vulgarity.

"Why are you so anxious? I talked about the secular world, the sect, and the Hall of Heroes. I want to hear what your plan is?"

Su Mu was stunned and couldn't help but frown tightly.

I am a person without a plan.

I can go wherever I like.

The plan can't change quickly, so it's a waste of time.

I don't want such a perverted place.

Think about it, 50 billion people, all crowded on that Ark-1, what would that look like?

The total population of the earth is only 10 billion.

Obviously, this is completely different from what Su Mu imagined.

He thought that the Hall of Valor was, at best, a tattered escape spaceship. If it was bigger, it would be able to hold millions of people, and it would be as big as the sky.

That's good, it'll be 50 billion in one go.

Seeing Su Mu's sad face, Feng Jiuyou smiled and said lightly:

"Have more children. Sooner or later, that will be your inheritance."

Su Mu looked at Feng Jiuyou and felt that there was something indescribable in the old guy's eyes.

Dongyang is my basic base.

Others, all die.

I just want to lie down.

"You want to build a Xuanhuang branch in Dongyang."
Chapter completed!