Before they knew it.
All four of them had gotten drunk.
When the conversation turned to women, Zhao Ritian began pouring his heart out about his first love, a girl named Xu Xuejiao.
With an arm around Lu Chengwen, he said he had never met a girl so innocent, kind, adorable, and pure. In his heart, she had always been the most beautiful. Even if one day he grew old and was about to bid farewell to this world, he would still recall every smile and frown of hers...
Long Aotian had an arm draped over Jiang Xiaohu's shoulder.
Crying, Long Aotian revealed the hidden pain in his heart: he couldn't do it. At the very least, he wouldn't be able to for another four years.
Biting his lip, tears streaming down his face, he said:
"I don't tell people about this easily. Who can I tell? Who would I dare tell? I'm Senior Disciple Brother!"
Tiger Highness was a little dizzy from drinking too. "Just a few years. They'll pass in a flash."
"No! I'm not talking about anything else. I'm talking about this!"
Long Aotian hammered the table with one finger, his speech already slurred. "Me! Long Aotian! I'm the Border War God!"
"I... back when I was in the Tie Chi Army, whenever I showed up, who the hell wouldn't call me Young Master? Young Lord?"
"Yes, yes, stop drinking..."
"No! I want to drink! I want to talk!"
Zhao Ritian shouted, "Say it out loud and it loses its poison!"
Long Aotian's head was so heavy that he had to keep forcing it back up.
"Back then, I had the Four Close Guards! I was the Border War God! Ever since I came to this goddamn Xue City, I've had nothing but rotten luck!"
Jiang Xiaohu