In a certain villa in Ying City.
Two young men in their twenties sat together, leisurely drinking tea.
"Zhuge Yang, you look quite miserable, lifeless. That's not like you at all."
Putting down the teacup, looking at the person in front with numerous bandages and severe injuries, the slightly more robust young man smiled with some interest and spoke.
Indeed, if Ye Qiu were here, he would be astonished to recognize that the two young men before him were none other than Zhuge Yang, who was previously nearly killed by him, left gravely wounded!!!
The other person was Ouyang Xuan, who had once made a one-year pact with Ye Qiu and had suppressed Ye Qiu in a confrontation!!!
Two people who had more or less had grudges with Ye Qiu somehow ended up together, seemingly on good terms.
"Don't bring it up; it was that Demon King Ye Qiu who almost killed me."
Zhuge Yang sighed, his voice filled with helplessness.
"Oh? Tell me, what happened?"
