บท 1375: Foe of Fate

Ye Xiao strode backward.

Every step made him feel higher in power, so he was more and more determined.

Finally, he was back to the camp.

He quietly stood before the door, shook his head, smiled ambiguously, and then entered the camp.

Jun Yinglian and the others were watching the fight. Even Han Bingxue had gone with her.

Ye Xiao was alone in the camp.

He sat on the chair and was lost in thought for a while. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was severely stricken and oppressed and finally couldn't help spitting out blood from his heart.

After that, he waved a hand, and the bloodstains were all gone.

He lied down on the large main chair, gasping, feeling tired. He couldn't help closing his eyes, trying to relax. In the end, he fell asleep…

He was like an injured kid, who couldn't find consolation from anybody.

When he was asleep, a drip of tear ran out of his eyes.

…

[It's not mine. It never was.]