Monarch Night

Xue Fuxiao widened his eyes, wanting to speak.

But Dongfang Sansan placed the provocation in the middle of his speech, without stopping, and directly announced the start of the feast.

Xue Fuxiao wanted to explain but had no chance.

Forcedly said, "I...I said, did I say that?"

Dongfang Sansan turned back, "Which sentence? A gathering is rare?"

"No."

"Then is it about the group training? Last time you said it, I remember Rui Qianshan was also there."

Ningxue Sword stepped forward unabashedly and said, "This guy definitely said it!"

"..." Xue Fuxiao fell silent.

Because he also remembered he did say it, but that time he said, ’The strength of Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s experts is several times more than ours, the folks below don’t know how to fight desperately, there must be group training.’"

Is that what it means now?

Is it?

But whether it is or not...

Everyone was already raring to go: Group training, huh?

Hehe, in a one-on-one fight, maybe you can’t take on Emotion Cutting Saber, but when everybody gangs up, even ten Xue Fuxiao would be taken down!

In this case, after our meal, we’ll let you... have a group training!

As the fragrance of wine filled the sky, all of Xue Fuxiao’s arguments were choked in his throat. Once the drinking starts, there is even less chance.

"Ninth Brother, today is so good, we’re actually having a feast." Rui Qianshan asked.

"It’s rare that the old brothers are gathered together like this." Dongfang Sansan smiled, "And today is also my birthday. Just a chance to celebrate with everyone."

With this said, everyone suddenly realized that the highest position today was Dongfang Zhongming.

Dongfang Sansan’s father.

Suddenly, everyone was overjoyed: "Happy Birthday, Ninth Brother (Ninth lord)!"

The atmosphere immediately became lively.

Dongfang Sansan took a deep breath, with a gentle and nostalgic smile on his face, stood up to toast: "The first cup, to mother!"

"The second cup, to father!"

"The third cup, to the heroic souls of the continent!"

Dongfang Sansan held the cup, with nostalgia and sadness on his face, softly said: "This is after I turned six... after all these years, the first birthday I’ve celebrated."

"I still remember that year when I was six, the longevity noodles my mother personally made."

Dongfang Sansan’s voice was slightly trembling: "The aroma... it was so fragrant... haunted every dream, every year on my birthday, I can smell that aroma..."

He closed his eyes, as if savoring the noodles from when he was six. Everyone clearly saw that this peerless Think Tank, his Adam’s apple even moved slightly, as if swallowing something.

Silence fell amongst the crowd.

Some people’s eyes were slightly red. Every year, a birthday is celebrated, but the person who once made the longevity noodles is no longer there.

This kind of longing, is universally felt.

Dongfang Sansan quickly adjusted his emotions and said in a deep voice: "All my brothers and I are considered lucky to still celebrate birthdays. But over the years, countless brothers who fought alongside us can never celebrate birthdays again."

"Ladies and gentlemen, today, is also... the collective birthday of all sacrificed brothers. Sansan shamelessly represents them, drinking this toast!"

Dongfang Sansan raised his glass and gulped down half of it.

The remaining half, he swung it vigorously.

The half glass of wine turned into droplets of round beads, floating in the air, shimmering and glistening.

Neat and tidy.

Just like a queue of heroic souls, collectively toasting.

"In the next life, fight again!"

A moment of silence.

Everyone raised their glasses simultaneously, drank half, and scattered the other half.

The wine droplets in the air formed into a sea-like expanse, sparkling with colorful lights.

Afterward.

Dongfang Sansan smiled broadly: "The atmosphere has gotten a bit heavy, Rui Qianshan, it’s your turn to toast."

Ningxue Sword strode out and directly lifted a wine jar: "I’m not good with words, in such occasions, I don’t know what to say for a toast, come on, let’s all pick up a jar and drink together; whoever doesn’t finish it is my grandson!"

"Damn!"

"Damn!"

"Damn..."

Rui Qianshan’s atmosphere adjustment was indeed extraordinary. As soon as he spoke, the national essence shook the entire Guardian Headquarters.

"Not afraid of you!"

"Damn..."

"..."

With a boom, everyone raised their wine jars together and drank heartily.

The wine fragrance filled the air, the aroma pervaded the sky.

The heroism also soared.

Feng Yunqi, who was invited, also grabbed a wine jar and gulped down, with endless admiration in his heart: Truly, talents and resources are used to the fullest; even such a wretch is used so well, worthy of being a generation’s Think Tank.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle.

Xue Fuxiao quietly transmitted a message to Dongfang Sansan: "You’ve summoned Bu Chou, Rui Qianshan, and others back, the Southeast is quite vulnerable now."

Dongfang Sansan looked at him a bit puzzled and transmitted back: "Why are you starting to think? This isn’t your job."

Xue Fuxiao: "..."

Suddenly feeling a breath again in his chest.

Dongfang Sansan frowned, "Still don’t get it?"

Xue Fuxiao, with a dark face, "What am I supposed to understand?"

"With Sun Wutian and Duan Xiyang joining forces as protectors there, what are you worried about? With Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s heavy army pressing Shen You Sect for us, what are you worried about Southeast?"

"As for making a move against us... if someone else were the Chief, it might have been but, Feng Yun, would he dare act?"

Xue Fuxiao twisted his face, "Why wouldn’t he dare?"

"That’s why... don’t think too much."

Dongfang Sansan said, "Now, Southeast is the most stable territory of the Guardian in the world!"

Xue Fuxiao was taken aback, "I didn’t notice?"

Dongfang Sansan rolled his eyes and transmitted, "I’ll give you three years. If you can figure this out, just tell me anytime."

Then he turned away to drink with others.

Xue Fuxiao stood with a wine glass in his hand, dumbfounded.

No matter what, he couldn’t figure it out.

Why are you so confident? Sun Wutian and Duan Xiyang... how can you talk about them as if they’re your subordinates? At your command?!