Early in the morning of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Decepticon was lit up, colorful flags fluttered everywhere, and people were full of voices.

A high platform was built in the center of the square, and Ying Bufan sat on the main seat on the high platform, and ten seats were arranged in a row, eight of which were full, and two were empty.

There are dozens of benches lined up in the next row of the stage, and they have already sat down.

"Uncle Zhong, did you make it clear to them yesterday?" Ying Bufan looked at the two empty seats on the high platform, looked displeased, and asked with a frown.

Uncle Zhong hurriedly stood up and saluted respectfully: "Castle master, I have already made it clear to the eldest son and the second prince yesterday. But I don't know why they haven't arrived yet. ”

Ying Bufan nodded, motioned for Uncle Zhong to sit down, looked at the hourglass, didn't say anything more, closed his eyes, and leaned back in the chair to recuperate.

The elders on the stage also sat upright, as if they were clay tires and wood sculptures.

The disciples in the audience didn't have so many concerns, and they chatted very lively.

"The castle lord doesn't know why he called everyone together for a clan meeting today, is there any big move?"

"Recently, our Decepticon industry has shrunk too much, maybe we want to give others a little bit of power!"

"It should have been fought a long time ago, now the rivers and lakes only know about Nanwulin, but no one mentions our Decepticon Castle!"

There's a lot of talk below.

At this time, a man in white slowly walked up to the high platform, smiled and greeted everyone, and walked directly to the chair at the end of the high platform to sit down.

"Breaking the sun, why are you only here now?" Uncle Zhong saw that the day of victory was coming, and asked with a frown.

"I sent Xin'er back to her parents' house, but there was a little delay on the way, so it was a little late. Am I already late? Ying Pori smiled, glanced at the hourglass and the empty position of the top hand, and said with a smile: "Now I'm just worried about whether the eldest brother will be able to arrive in time." “

"You!" Uncle Zhong looked at the position that belonged to Ying Tantian and sighed, but he couldn't say any more.

"Okay, don't talk about it, if you haven't come back by the end of the day, I'll give you an explanation." Win Bufan opened his eyes, glanced at Win Pori, and said lightly.

"Father is wise!" Win Pori bowed and said lightly.

Ying Bufan didn't speak, glanced at Uncle Zhong, and said: "Light the incense time, the incense will be opened, and the door will be closed!" ”

Uncle Zhong squirmed his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, so he picked up an incense stick from the table in the middle of the high platform, lit it, and inserted it into the incense burner.

Everyone in the audience saw that incense had been lit on the stage, and they all sat upright and stopped talking.

Time is slowly passing, and the less incense there is, the shorter it gets.

Uncle Zhong looked at the empty position, looked up frequently, and his face became more and more ugly!

Just as the incense was about to burn to the end, a figure shot in from outside the fort, stepped on the high platform at a fast speed, saw that there was still the last inch of incense in the incense burner, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Tantian to meet all the seniors, because there is something on the road to delay, rudeness, please forgive me!" Ying Tantian hugged his fists and greeted the elders on the stage and the clansmen in the audience.

"It's okay, it's going to start in a while, Tan Tian will sit down first." Uncle Zhong saw that Tan Tian finally arrived at the last moment, and all his dissatisfaction turned into joy, so he quickly sat down.

Ying Bufan opened his eyes, saw that the incense had finally burned to the end, and did not pursue it, and said lightly: "The clan will open, close the castle door!" ”