Chapter 237 Agreement

"Can these people go back alive?"

Xue Fuxiao pointed at the intelligence with his finger and said confidently: "I only need to send a few experts to wipe them all out."

"..."

Dongfang Sansan sighed: "So you are neither Yannan nor me."

Xue Fuxiao: "What do you mean? Just now you said that it was Yannan who made this decision? But didn't the intelligence say that this was a 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, the question is about the brain!"

"..."

Xue Fuxiao swallowed back the words he was about to say.

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

Moreover, with his level, there were not many people who could let him show off, so he was inevitably lonely.

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

Smiled and said:

"Yan Nan has several intentions. First, he is very annoyed by what these families are doing, so he sent a group of people to die. This is the first and most superficial one. Second, if there are really outstanding people, they can be selected. Third, it is to sift through the sand and select the talents of the collateral branches who have been suppressed by the direct lineage for a long time in those families."

"Then the fourth is that he is sure that I will not kill all these people easily. That's why he did this."

Xue Fuxiao: "..."

I won't ask.

I won't ask anything.

Anyway, you will explain it to me clearly even if I don't ask.

I want to open my mouth, and you will say "Where's your brain?"

I can't stand it.

Xue Fuxiao pretended to be "You are right, I think so too", pacing like a wise man with his hands behind his back, nodding occasionally.

It means I understand everything.

"This is a good opportunity. It's just right for us to have a big wave to sift the sand within us. To respond to the plan of the Weiwei Orthodox Church."

"Let the new generation deal with these people and slowly let them grow up. Otherwise, they will not be able to deal with the demons that came out of the plan to raise Gu to become a god! Even if they are at 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 heaven's resources?"

Dongfang Sansan said: "The Weiwei Orthodox Church doesn't pay much attention to these people, but for us, each of them is a treasure for tempering the next generation and honing the new generation!"

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

Dongfang Sansan said lightly: "I remember that day, when Fang Che scared Xue Wanshi of your Xue family in Tiandu, he said something. He said: Flowers in a greenhouse cannot withstand wind and rain like this."

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

It was so black that it was unbearable to look at!

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

But the truth is… even if it’s just Dongfang Sansan, every time Xue Fuxiao mentions him, she always feels worse than being mocked by the whole world!

Xue Fuxiao said with a dark face: "Your words are really nice."

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

Xue Fuxiao's face was slightly relieved, and he said: "You make sense."

Dongfang Sansan looked at him with a sidelong glance and saw that his face had improved. He remembered that this guy seemed to scold me just now, and rolled his eyes silently, and then said: "You can't always protect them until they are old, and then when they finally go to the battlefield to fight the enemy, they are yelled at by others, just like Xue Wanshi of your Xue family, who shits his pants on the spot... That won't work."

Dongfang Sansan sighed with a sidelong glance: "Just like that, and then there are a few brainless senior executives like you... Oh, I don't dare to think about that scene."

Bang!

Xue Fuxiao rushed out the door.

Disappeared in an instant.

Unworthy of a son!

He is simply not a human being!

Lord Xue decided that he would not come to this room for at least ten days!

It is so infuriating!

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

Everyone in the headquarters felt refreshed.

It has been many years since I heard Jiu Ye's laughter.

Jiu Ye laughs, and the world is at peace!

…

Deacon Fang is on duty.

And on this day.

The entire garrison hall held a meeting.

Song Yidao read out the serious situation on the top: "… There are already tens of thousands of disciples of the Demon Sect who have sneaked into the southeast, preparing to destroy my good situation, and even trying to establish a branch here and lay down a foundation..."

"… We must strike head-on, and we must not let the Demon Sect succeed! I, Baiyunzhou, have finally conquered the clean land, and we must do it no matter what..."

Song Yidao made an impassioned speech on the top.

And below.

The deacons in the deacon hall were all looking at the back of Deacon Fang who was sitting with his eyes closed.

Each one of them always felt that.

This is a deadly star, right?

This is a bit too venomous.

He just said the other day that the various sects of the Demon Cult were going to set up branches... Hey, they really came!

Such a big scene!

Countless people were wailing in their hearts.

Such things happen every few years, but once they happen, there are basically 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. Our lives are all in our 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 intense 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 in confusion.

"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, shouting ‘Ooooooo~~~’.

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 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 in 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.