I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

[I cried, so tenderly. ]

"So, only my brother is different from others." Xu Tark lowered his eyes, stood on the street, and recalled the past.

"But..."

Xu Tark's eyes were dark and painful.

In his memory, his hometown was finally destroyed by a fire.

The demons came to their village.

The warriors in the village had a huge gap in strength when facing the demons.

Xu Tark was still young at that time and had no ability to resist. Seeing this tragic scene, there was only fear and panic on the face of little Xu Tark.

"When my hometown was attacked by the demons, I left my brother and ran away."

"My family didn't celebrate my birthday, maybe I deserved it."

The background music was very sad.

Xu Tark's face was full of haze, "After all, I am a failure who can only run away."

In the cave, the appearance of the brave sword was still in front of him.

"If it was Xinmeier, he would definitely not run away." Xu Tark felt that if the person he faced at that time was the brave Xinmeier, he would definitely not be as timid as himself.

Xinmeier would go forward!

[Not necessarily. ]

[Xinmeier should take the whole village to run together, hhhh~]

[The brave will run, pull others to run, and then wait for the opportunity to return a hundredfold. ]

[Sure enough, the "brave" has been glorified. What people respect is him or their ideal him. ]

Listening to this, Feilun smiled, which seemed very contagious. She said: "Mr. Xu Tark."

"Let's go choose a gift."

Fei Lun smiled gently and encouraged him, "It doesn't matter what happened in the past. The warrior Xu Tark I saw with my own eyes--"

"Never ran away once."

[Ah, Feilun's mother is so gentle. ]

[Fei Lun's mother has her own unique way of comforting you. No one celebrated your birthday before, but now, someone wants to celebrate for you, Mr. Hugh Tark! ]

Hearing this, Hugh Tark lowered his head, "I might run away in the future."

"We won't let you run away." Philen's tone was confident and encouraging.

"But I..." Hugh Tark wanted to say something.

[Just because I regretted running away once, I'm afraid I won't run away again in the future, right? ]

Philen interrupted him: "If you don't choose, I'll choose it myself."

As he said that, Philen turned around and was about to leave.

[Wow, I'm so touched. It's not that no one should give you a gift. Philen stood up and said, I will give it to you! ]

[Fei Xiu's reply is really an excellent woman. ]

Hugh Tark looked at Philen's back, "I know."

On the street.

At the door of a jewelry store, Hugh Tark stood in the middle, looking at the dazzling array of jewelry on it.

"Hmm--"

"Then, choose this one."

He stretched out his finger and pointed at the gold bracelet in the middle.

[Hey! You really dare to choose. ]

"This one won't do. It's too expensive!" Philen interrupted him.

"Okay." Hugh Tark retracted his finger.

[I'm dying of laughter. He's really honest. ]

[It's too real. Hahahaha. ]

It was already dark.

Philen and Hugh Tark walked towards the hotel.

The two walked side by side.

Both hands swung very close.

As the two hands swung, you could see the metallic light on Hugh Tark's wrist. Upon closer inspection, you could see a silver bracelet.

[Ah, hold hands! Hold hands quickly! ]

[Silver bracelet! ]

[It's so comfortable for Hugh Tark and Philen to get along. They are both the type who speak their mind. ]

Inside the room.

On the baking tray, oil splashed.

"You're back, why are you so late?" Fulilian was wearing an apron, and in both hands, she held a plate of freshly baked fragrant hamburgers.

"Ms. Fulilian." Philen was surprised, "It's so outrageous, how come the hamburgers are so big?"

Hugh Tark's eyes were fixed on the hamburgers on the table.

[Wow, white radish can cook? This is the first time I've seen white radish cook. By the way, can the rice made by white radish be eaten? ]

[Cook Fu Fu is cute. ]

"What are you talking about?" Hugh Tark was inexplicably angry and said to Philen dissatisfiedly.

"You must eat this on your birthday."

Hugh Tark sat at the table, holding a knife and fork in his hand, looking at the hamburger in front of him, with a smile on his face: "Although the master has never given me a gift."

"But he has made me a birthday hamburger."

Philen didn't understand, looking at a hamburger in front of him, and even his portion was the largest.

"What's going on?"

All these foods were prepared by Fulilian..

"Hugh Tark, didn't Azer tell you?" Fulilian looked at Hugh Tark, who was staring at the hamburger with a smile.

"What?" Hugh Tark was surprised.

Fulilian closed her eyes, looked up, and said helplessly: "Why are all warriors so awkward?"

"Ms. Fulilian, is it appropriate for you to say this?" Felene complained.

"Yes, I am also awkward, so I understand." Fulilian looked at Felene and sighed, "It's so stupid."

"If you don't say your feelings, the other party won't understand."

Fulilian said, looking at the hamburger in front of her, "Actually, this is..."

Screen switching.

A hamburger that has been roasted black is roasting on the flames.

Azer sat cross-legged in front of the grill under a big tree in the wild, and Fulilian looked at the hamburger.

"So, every time someone has a birthday."

"You always make ridiculously large hamburgers."

"Why is that?" Fulilian didn't understand and asked Azer who was frying hamburgers.

Azer said, "This is a custom in my hometown."

"It's a gift prepared to reward warriors who have tried their best."

Azer said as he handed the grilled hamburgers to Fulilian.

"Just think of it as my birthday gift."

[Dwarves are a race that values ​​tradition very much. ]

[I feel an inexplicable warmth here...]

On the side.

I can already see that Xinmeier and Haita are holding a plate of hamburgers in their hands and have already started eating.

"But Azer, we are not warriors." Xinmeier looked back at Azer while eating.

Azer said, "All those who have tried their best are warriors."

I really appreciate everyone trying their best to face monsters.

[There seems to be light in Azer's eyes. 】

【All those who try their best are... warriors. 】

"Really?" Fulilian wondered.

"Who knows?" Haita teased.

Fulilian told Heuthal what Aize said.

"A warrior who tries his best..." Heuthal's eyes widened.

He didn't expect that when his master made him a hamburger on his birthday, it actually had such a meaning.