Waiting for the battle tomorrow.

Billions of attention.

In the Guardian headquarters, everything was peaceful.

Dongfang Sansan was giving orders to make statistics on gambling stalls in various places to see how much money he could win. He even thought about how to spend the money.

Education, roads, poverty alleviation, migration, medical treatment, shelter...

There are also major departments, especially the Southeast Nirvana Martial Arts Academy...

Dongfang Sansan turned a deaf ear to the argument that 'the supreme leader actually did this'.

There are also some sayings that "there must be many dog ​​gamblers who have lost their fortune and can't survive, so pitiful", Dongfang Sansan can only sneer at it.

Don't take it to heart at all.

Which is more important, reputation or mainland people?

Is it more important whether a few betting dogs live or die or the entire continent?

Dongfang has a very clear account in his heart. He knows exactly what he is doing, and he no longer cares about reputation or reputation in the world.

And he was in a good mood during this time.

Even looking forward to what Fang Che's surprise will be.

"Is it a large piece of divine power?"

Dongfang Sansan is thinking about it.

What could be something that could surprise you?

What I am most concerned about now is the overall combat power of the entire continent, how to improve the combat power of high-level officials, and how to restore more high-level warriors whose origins have been damaged...

Apart from that, other things don't seem to be much of a surprise.

So Dongfang Sansan is very sure that since Fang Che said it was a surprise, the things he sent this time must be related to the origin and the overall combat power of the mainland.

"It would be great if there was a large piece of divine power that could be enough to restore a dozen people..."

Dongfang Sansan is looking forward to it.

This incident made him uncharacteristically uncharacteristic and even made him feel a little out of breath.

When I realized it, I was also dumbfounded: I have been through so many storms and waves, and I am still looking forward to a little surprise...

The more I live, the more I go back.

As for the little guy Fang Che, he still has little experience. I'm afraid he himself can't imagine what surprises a person of his level can find, right?

Maybe you just get a little bit of supplies to restore your origin and then you are busy trying to please yourself...

Dongfang Sansan was thinking again, if it really wasn't as good as expected, what would he need to do to make Fang Che feel satisfied...take care of his self-esteem.

Thinking about it.

Suddenly, a powerful breath came from far away, and the speed was extremely fast.

Dongfang Sansan was very familiar with this aura.

Snow holding the flute?

Why is he back? Didn't he agree to come back after the Battle of Tiandu?

Thinking about it.

The snow flute had already fallen, and whoosh, we arrived in front of Dongfang Sansan Gate.

Then he barged in without knocking: "Hahahaha, Sansan, you're fine."

Dongfang Sansan frowned, staring at Xue Fuxiao's face with a scrutinizing gaze, and said calmly: "You... seem to be in a good mood."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Xue Fuxiao closed the door, sat down in front of Dongfang Sansan, crossed her legs, tapped her fingers on the table, and said: "Sansan, give me a cup of tea."

Dongfang Sansan laughed immediately, feeling very relaxed and said, "It seems like this surprise is not a big surprise, right?"

Xue held the flute and crossed her legs, pointing her finger at the table, her expression indescribably arrogant, and pronounced through her nose: "Hmm~?"

"Let you be proud for a while."

Since Xue Fuxiao was in high spirits, how could Dongfang Sansan be disappointed?

So I made him tea with all the gestures and offered it with all the courtesy.

Xue Fuxiao crossed her legs and sipped tea and praised: "Sansan's skills are getting better and better."

Dongfang Sansan snorted and said, "How much longer will you continue to play?"

Xue Fuxiao chuckled and said, "Sansan, dance for me and I'll tell you."

Have a dance?

Dongfang Sansan's face turned dark and he said calmly: "You can keep it for yourself, I don't want it anymore."

With that said, he turned behind the desk and started working.

Xue Fuxiao: "???"

"There is something really good, a huge surprise, I guarantee your eyes will pop out." Xue Fuxiao explained hurriedly.

"No more."

"It really does!"

"go out!"

Xue Fuxiao was dumbfounded.

This...is different from what was planned.

He said with a bitter face: "There are really many Nine Dragons Earth Vein Fruits..."

Kowloon Earth Vein Fruit? A lot? Dongfang Sansan’s mind suddenly flashed.

But his face became even colder.

Said: "Stop making noise and get out!"

"Kowloon Earth Meridian Fruit!" Xue Fuxiao was anxious.

Because he discovered that Dongfang Sansan didn't seem to be acting.

Sure enough, Dongfang Sansan was unmoved: "Take it away, don't want it!"

A stern look on his face.

Xue Fuxiao was really dumbfounded and said in a low voice: "Take a look."

"Don't look."

"Please..."

"Don't even bother to ask. Get out!"

"I was wrong……"

"Oh……"

Xue Fuxiao begged humbly for a long time, made countless promises, made many guarantees, and swore that she would never play pranks again...

after.

Dongfang Sansan's face softened slightly, and he finally raised his head slightly and said coldly: "Just this once?"

Xue Fuxiao was granted amnesty: "This will never happen again."

"I don't believe you, you'd better leave."

"Three...what else do you want from me..."

Xue Fuxiao was really about to cry. It was obvious that she was coming back to announce the good news and she insisted on yelling. Well, I made people angry. How can I fix it?

Dongfang Sansan then stood up with his hands behind his hands and said calmly: "Then what are you waiting for? What about the surprise?"

"Uh uh uh..."

Xue Fuxiao had no thoughts at all. She breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly: "Here, here."

Quickly release a Kowloon Leyline Fruit.

Peeking at Dongfang Sansan's expression.

Dongfang Sansan looked uninterested: "That's it?"

"besides."

Xue Fuxiao once again brought out more than a dozen trees.

Dongfang Sansan secretly practiced the Jingxin Jue, his expression remained unchanged, and he nodded slowly: "It's pretty passable."

Not tempted by this?
To be continued...