He left purgatory.
Xiao ran stopped when he reached the hall on the first floor. He met sword 12's puzzled gaze and smiled, " "Wait for me."
The 12th sword did not ask any more questions and nodded in agreement.
He pulled out a chair and sat down. He picked up the teapot on the table, only to find that it was empty.
Zhang Yu was quick to react and rushed up from the side. "Let me do it, twelfth brother."
He originally wanted to call him 'brother sword', but he found that the two words' brother sword 'were too chimed and sounded a little like' brother scum', so he changed to this.
It was all thanks to Xiao ran's relationship. Otherwise, with the 12th sword's current status, he would not even be qualified to call him senior, let alone brother.
"You've worked hard."
Very quickly.
Zhang Yu brought a new pot of tea and poured a cup. He placed it in front of him and stood at the side.
"Sit!"
"Yes."
