The delicate woman was wearing silver armor, with blood red under her feet. The contrast between silver and red in the sun was extremely strong. When Qiao Chu and others' eyes touched the familiar but somewhat strange face, their bodies began to shake uncontrollably. ⊙Dingdian said,...

"...Evil son..." Qiao Chu's lips trembled, his eyes widened, and he stared at the figure stepping in the blood.

Five years, more than 1,800 days and nights, this figure has never faded from any of their memories. When they dreamed at midnight, they didn't remember how many times they had seen her in their dreams. After years of searching, they never thought that today... they could meet each other.

It still looks deserted, still has its thin body, still its strong and unyielding back, everything is exactly the same as they dreamed of.

The only difference... was that the expression on her face became colder.

Just like when Qiao Chu was in the ghost market for the first time, she was so cold that she had no feelings for her, and she was completely different from the same person.

"Evil son... is you right? You are back... you... are really back..." Qiao Chu's eyes turned red in an instant. He couldn't help but tremble, but his voice was so light, as if he was afraid that his voice would scare her and make her disappear from his eyes again.

Jun Wuxie stood still, his cold eyes touching the familiar figure for a moment of dullness.

She never thought that she would meet Qiao Chu and the others at this moment.

"Evil son, are you doing well over the years? We... miss you so much..." Qiao Chu's voice trembled, not caring about the sticky flesh and blood under his feet. He walked towards Jun Wuxie step by step, but his eyes could no longer tolerate others.

Jun Wuxie stood stiffly, just looking at his companion who was constantly walking towards him.

"I'm so stupid... You must have lived a bad life, right? Five years... You must have suffered a lot..." Qiao Chu slowly walked to Jun Wuxie. It was obviously such a short road, but it seemed as long as he had walked for a lifetime. He stood a step in front of Jun Wuxie, looking at the familiar face in front of him, his eyes were red, and his eyes were filled with gazes that he didn't even realize.

"Don't be afraid, we are here, we are here to pick you up. Can you go home with us?" Qiao Chu's voice trembled even more clearly. He wanted to extend his hand and hug his companion whom he had not seen for a long time. However, just as he raised his hand, he had not touched the corner of Jun Wuxie's clothes, but suddenly his whole body trembled. The guilt that had been suppressed in his chest for many years exploded at this moment. He suddenly squatted on the ground and cried helplessly and guiltily.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... it's useless for us. We didn't arrive in time five years ago. It's our fault that you suffered so much... Don't... don't ignore us..." Qiao Chu squatted on the ground and cried like a child. In five years, they dreamed of the battle they had never participated in in the dream countless times, dreamed of Jun Wuxie's helplessness in despair, and dreamed of her wounds alone at the most difficult time.
Chapter completed!