Lord of the Night

"Can these people still go back alive?"

Xue Fuxiao pointed at the information with her fingers and said with confidence: "I only need to send a few masters to wipe them all out."

"..."

Dongfang Sansan sighed: "So you are not Yan Nan, and you are not me."

Xue Fuxiao: "What do you mean? Just now you said that it was Yan Nan who made this decision? But didn't the intelligence say that this was the decision made by Chen Gu and Xiang Beidou?"

"They can't make this decision yet."

Dongfang Sansan snorted and said, "Don't ask me why I said that, it's just my brain!"

"..."

Xue Fuxiao swallowed back what she was about to say.

Dongfang Sansan felt that everything was going according to his plan, and he felt very relaxed.

Moreover, given his rank, there are not many people who can let him show off, so he will inevitably feel lonely.

It happened that Xue Fuxiao was there, so I wanted to develop Xiaoxue's intelligence.

Smiled:

"Yan Nan has several intentions. First, he is annoyed by the things these families do, and if he is annoyed, he will send a group of them to die. This is the first, the most superficial level. Second, there are really those who stand out. It is even more possible to select the best. Third, it is to use the waves to select talents from those families who have been suppressed by the direct line for a long time. "

"Then the fourth thing is that he did this because he expected that I would not kill all these people easily."

Xue Fuxiao: "..."

I don't ask.

I don’t even ask what you say.

Anyway, I will explain it clearly to you without asking.

I want to open my mouth, why are you trying to hide your head and show your brain?

I can't stand it.

Xue Fuxiao made a look like "You are right, I think so too" and walked around like a wise man with her hands behind her back, nodding occasionally.

That means I understand everything.

"This is a good opportunity, just in time to make a big splash within us. Let's respond to the plan of the Solipsism."

"Let the new generation deal with these people and let them grow up slowly. Otherwise, they will not be able to deal with the demons who came out of the plan to raise Gu to become a god! Even if they are of the same level, they will not be their opponents."

"So this batch of touchstones is extremely important. If we kill them all as you said, wouldn't it be a waste of resources?"

Dongfang Sansan said: "These people do not pay much attention to the Solipsism, but for us, they are all treasures for training the next generation and honing the new generation!"

Xue Fuxiao finally couldn't help it and said: "But this will also increase unnecessary casualties!"

Dongfang Sansan said lightly: "I remember what Fang Che said that day when Tiandu scared Xue Wansi of your Xue family. What he said was: the flowers in the greenhouse cannot withstand the wind and rain."

Xue Fuxiao's face turned into carbon in an instant.

It’s so dark that I can’t even see it!

Except for Dongfang Sansan, no one dared to mention this matter again and again in front of him!

But the fact is... Even if there is only Dongfang Sansan, Xue Fuxiao always feels more uncomfortable every time she mentions it than when the whole world laughs at her!

Xue Fuxiao said with a dark face: "Your special mother-in-law's words are really nice."

Dongfang Sansan said: "That's what I mean, let me give you an analogy. The new generation in the mainland must also see the wind and rain before they can grow up. It would be too cruel to let them fight against the demon sect while we stand idly by and watch. But the burden of the mainland will be handed over to them one day, right? Can we grow by just protecting them?"

Xue Fuxiao's face softened slightly and she said, "What you said makes sense."

Dongfang Sansan squinted at him and his face improved. Remembering that this guy seemed to have scolded me just now, he rolled his eyes silently, and then said: "We can't protect them until they are old, and then they finally go to the battlefield to fight the enemy. When someone yelled at me, it was like your Xue family, Xue Wansi, pooped his pants on the spot... That's not okay."

Dongfang Sansan squinted and sighed: "Just like that, and then add a few brainless senior executives like you... Oh, I don't even dare to think about that scene."

boom!

Xue holds the flute and rushes out of the door.

Instantly disappeared without a trace.

Not a son of man!

He is simply not a son of a man!

Master Xue decided that he would not come to this house for at least ten days!

It’s so irritating!

Dongfang Sansan laughed loudly, and the laughter spread far away.

Everyone in the headquarters felt in high spirits.

It’s been years since I heard Master Jiu’s laughter.

When Master Jiu smiles, the world is at peace!

…

Deacon Fang is on duty.

And this day.

The whole guard hall held a meeting.

Song Yidao read out the grim situation above: "... Tens of thousands of demon sect disciples have sneaked into the southeast, preparing to destroy my great situation, and even trying to establish a branch here and lay down a foundation..."

"...We must fight head-on and never let the Demon Cult succeed! We, Baiyun Continent, have finally conquered the clean land, no matter what, we must..."

Song Yidao made an impassioned speech above.

And below.

All the deacons in the Deacon Hall were looking at the back of Deacon Fang, who was sitting with his eyes closed.

A general feeling.

Is this a fucking star?

This mouth is too poisonous.

The day before, he just said that various sects of the Demonic Cult would come to establish branches... Hey, this is really happening!

Such a big battle!

Countless people are wailing in their hearts.

This kind of thing happens every few years, but as long as it happens once, it will basically cause heavy casualties.

Some people were promoted because of it, some people lost their rank because of it, some people died because of it, and some people were disabled because of it.

It's like an endless reincarnation.

This time, it finally came back again.

And while I was waiting for someone, it was just the right time...

Those above the rank of commander are somewhat confident of escaping unharmed, while those below the rank of commander...are basically cannon fodder in this kind of battle.

However, reality does not allow anyone to retreat.

Because, the lives of over 100 million people in the entire Baiyun Continent are carried on their shoulders.

Song Yidao's voice sounded a little heavy from the stage.

"...I will give my orders in advance today. Everyone should go back and be prepared. No matter what your cultivation level is, if you have anything to explain to your family, you should do so in advance."

"I'm afraid it won't be peaceful in the future. After leaving this door, walking in alive, or carrying him in dead... it's all possible."

"Comrades, the lights of thousands of families are on your shoulders and mine. Your lives and mine are all in your own hands."

"Starting from now on, prepare for life and death battles!"

Song Yidao bowed deeply on the stage: "I wish everyone good health!"

Suddenly.

Chen Ruhai raised his arms and shouted: "We must win!"

Suddenly, the entire hall was filled with roars: "We must win! We must win! We must win!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tragic and warm.

Even people like Tang Zheng blushed and shouted loudly.

…

Fang Che walked out with an indifferent face, following the flow of people.

It seemed that the enthusiastic emotion just now did not leave many waves in his heart.

Everyone was walking in a hurry and looking heavy.

When we walked to the lotus pond between several halls, the cold wind was blowing, the branches and leaves were broken, and the water was frozen.

You can vaguely see a few red fish swimming under the ice.

"Deacon Fang!"

A crisp voice came.

Fang Che turned his head.

He saw a slim woman with an oval face walking towards him, a smile shining in her beautiful eyes.

But it was a female deacon in the same hall, Zhao Ying'er.

Excellent appearance and good figure.

In the deacon's hall she is a flower with many suitors.

"Deacon Zhao."

Fang Che stopped by the flower pond and looked at the other person doubtfully.

"There's going to be a big battle soon. Deacon Fang needs to take care of himself and his safety," Zhao Ying'er said.

"Thanks. You too."

Zhao Ying'er was silent for a long time and said: "The last time I fought like this, I was a sixth-level general. I am lucky enough to survive to this day. The dangers involved are really hard to describe. This time, I may not have such good luck."

She smiled and handed over an envelope, which was small and pink.

His face turned red, but he said calmly and generously: "Deacon Fang, this is a letter. Please keep it."

Fang Che said: "What...what is this for?"

Zhao Ying'er was a little embarrassed, making circles on the ground with her small toes, but she said bravely: "Deacon Fang, let's make an agreement."

"What agreement?"

"Don't read this letter yet. If we are all alive after this war, please return the letter to me. I will tell you personally what is in the letter."

Zhao Ying'er smiled and said, "If I die, can you open it and take a look?"

Her innocent face was full of shyness, but she looked into Fang Che's eyes bravely without hesitation.

Waiting for his reply.

Fang Che was silent for a moment and said, "Okay."

He put this letter, which was still warm and fragrant, in his arms.

All around, someone seemed to be whistling.

Someone was laughing.

Someone was making noises, "Ouch, Ouch, Ouch~~~".

Zhao Ying'er's face turned redder, and she finally turned around and ran into the crowd.

"Thank you!"

Her voice came from the crowd.

Immediately, the flying black hair disappeared into the crowd.

Fang Che breathed a sigh of relief.

With an expressionless face, he greeted: "Tang Zheng!"

"exist!"

"Let's go! Go patrolling the streets!"

"Ah? Deacon Fang, don't you go home and... give me an explanation?"

Tang Zheng was stunned.

Everyone is busy writing suicide notes and explaining the aftermath, just in case.

Is this Deacon Fang still going to patrol the streets?

Is this a disease?

Fang Che was silent for a moment and said, "I forgot. Then you can go home tonight. I will patrol the streets myself."

Tang Zheng was stunned.

Didn't he force me to patrol the streets?

Fang Che's straight back walked out of the guard hall indifferently.

Disappeared into the afternoon sun.

The weather is still freezing.

…

Fang Che finished his patrol.

I went to buy some bottles of wine and went to Baiyun Martial Arts Academy to see the old man.

He has found a way to restore the old man.

The mood is extremely relaxed.

"Hey, Master Fang is here." The old man looked at Fang Che's deacon uniform and curled his lips.

"You keep making fun of me again."

Fang Che laughed and said, "I have nothing to do. I'll drink with you."

The old man snorted and said: "A big operation is coming. You are afraid that you may not be able to save your life, so you come to me for a drink? If there is an emergency, do you think this is goodbye?"

"Ah? Why do you think so?"

Fang Che looked surprised.

Unfortunately, he really didn't think so. I have to admire the magical brain circuit of the old man.

He deserves to be named God.