"Welcome to the Dragon Lord, the king is coming~"

....

Old Han wept miserably and knelt down again and again.

That devout heart, that reverent words, just like an undercover old general from another country, finally waiting for the king's Northern Expedition.

ten years.

Countless times of life and death ordeals, countless times of life and death.

This old man sprinkled sparks for his master with his life.

Now, he has finally come, the sky is full of sparks, the day of starting a prairie fire.

Even more, he came to pick up his master.

Under the Tianhe River, beside the old trees.

Old Han knelt down on the ground, weeping profusely.

It was as if all the emotions he had suppressed for so many years were released at this moment.

Words can hardly describe his excitement.

Words can hardly express his heartfelt feelings.

The excitement of enduring humiliation for ten years and finally seeing the light cannot be described in any words.

Seeing Mr. Han like this, Ye Fan also felt complicated.

He stretched out his hand and helped Mr. Han up from the ground: "Mr. Han, you have worked hard all these years."

"You did very well."

"Leave the next thing to me."

"You take care of yourself."

Ye Fan has already seen Han Lao's injuries.

It hurts badly.

The Sixth Elder shot so hard just now that it almost broke Elder Han's heart.

It stands to reason that with this kind of injury, even a martial artist would not be able to last until his arrival.

But Mr. Han, with one breath, really supported him.

Perhaps this is faith.

He waited for ten years, looking forward to today day and night.

Old Han's greatest wish in this life is to see Ye Fan and lead all the dragon gods to come and pick him up.

While talking, Ye Fan used the energy in his body to heal Lao Han.

Of course, Ye Fan is not good at medical skills. JrNovels.com