C418 Ye Xuan's Two Conditions(1)

The smell of smoke drifted in the air. Anyone could tell that Ye Xuan had crashed into the muzzle of the gun.

Zhang Hsing had always been proud and respected.

But now, he had lost face in front of this restrictive spell. Ye Xuan's appearance had given the enemy a way out, pushing all the blame onto Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan rubbed his nose with a playful expression