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

It seemed that the enthusiastic emotion just now did not leave much 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 him suspiciously.

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

"Thank you. You too."

Zhao Ying'er was silent for a long time and said: "The last time I fought like this, I was a sixth-grade 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, stretched out her hand 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 and made 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.

Wait for his reply.

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

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

All around, someone seemed to be whistling.

Someone is laughing.

Someone was making noises, shouting "Ooooooo~~~".

Zhao Ying'er's face turned even 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 also fell silent for a moment and said: "I forgot, then you can go home tonight. I will patrol the streets myself."

Tang Zheng was stunned.

He doesn't force me to patrol the streets anymore?

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

Disappeared in the afternoon sun.

The weather is still very cold.

…

Fang Che completed his street 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: "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 will not be able to save your life, so you come to me for a drink? If there is an emergency, this is considered farewell?"

"Ah? Why do you think so?"

Fang Che looked surprised.

It's so pitiful that he really didn't think so. I have to admire the old man's miraculous brain circuitry.

He deserves to be named God.
Chapter completed!