"You are." Scorpion stared blankly at the familiar figure in front of him, almost unable to believe his eyes.
"Hey," Fuchuan said calmly, turning around, "Long time no see, Scorpion."
The smoke and dust produced by the surrounding ninjutsu explosions dissipated, and many Anbu ninjas clearly saw a new figure appear in front of Scorpion. The man was dressed casually and loosely, with a slightly rustic long sword hanging around his waist. His hair hung casually, so his face could not be seen clearly, but it could be judged that he was not too old.
"How is it possible!" Sandstorm Shinichi muttered. He would never forget that figure even if it turned into ashes. His face was gloomy and he gritted his teeth and said, "Desert Death God, I didn't expect you to dare to come back!"
"This village is my hometown. I can come back whenever I want." Fuchuan raised his eyebrows. "Why, do you have any objections?"
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