It's been a few years. Ye Xuan carefully looked at Wu Tianlei, his bloodshot eyes filled with a few tears.
After experiencing battles between life and death, one becomes very sentimental.
Unable to hold back for a moment, Ye Xuan actually cried.
"More than three years!"
Wu Tianlei was equally excited, directly stepping forward to embrace the blood-soaked Ye Xuan, saying: "It must have been about three years since we last met."
"Hmm."
Ye Xuan, with disheveled hair like a demon, his clothes drenched, smeared with sweat and blood, looked terrifying.
"How did you end up in this state?"
Wu Tianlei gazed at the wounded Ye Xuan in surprise, questioning.
"It's a long story."
Ye Xuan sighed helplessly, shaking his head, saying: "Over these years, my hands have long been stained with blood."
"Ah, I know that."
