Seeing this warm smile, the corners of Pei Ye's mouth also couldn't help but lift, and his stiff face since coming down from Wangxi slope seemed to relax for the first time.
Two men who formed a brief yet deep friendship in the face of desolation. One was gravely injured and on the brink of death, the other possessed by the seed of god. In the midst of internal strife and external threats, they saw no glimpse of life.
They had exhausted everything to stop the God Seed, even risking their lives. They had no idea who could survive even one more second, and didn't imagine they themselves could.
However, after 24 hours, they surprisingly met again under the lights in the county government office.
Pei Ye had always thought Zhu Gaoyang was dead, just as Zhu Gaoyang, upon regaining consciousness, thought that Pei Ye had already been buried in Xin Cang Mountain.
After all, he was so weak.
"How did you make it?"
"How did you?"
