"Huang Lang?" Hearing this familiar and incomparable name, Mo ran, standing behind the figure, has a bit of sour nose. With an excited and inexplicable mood, Mo ran went to Huang Lang's side and slightly turned his head. Then he saw the smiling face he once had.

it's still a handsome face, a rough eyebrow that doesn't coordinate with the correct five tubes, a tall and upright body, and a broad sword on the back.

at the moment, Mo ran can't restrain his excitement and forgets all the people present.

"brother? It's really you. "

the trembling voice didn't match the confident look before, but now, Mo ran doesn't care...