The next day, the sun was high in the sky.
Fang Heng lay on his bed and stretched his arms.
The strength of the fusion with the tyrant form was much better than he had expected!
Last night, he had spent the entire night in twelve small and medium-sized shelters. It was not until dawn that he finally stopped and went offline to rest.
Perhaps it was because controlling the mutant body consumed too much of his spirit, Fang Heng still felt his head swell after he woke up.
He sat on the bed with his legs tucked up under him and meditated for a moment. Then he felt the uncomfortable feeling gradually ebbing away.
After getting up and putting on his coat, Fang Heng was ready to go find something to eat.
Just as he left the room, Xiao Ruoruo and Mo Yunxiao walked over from the other end of the pathway.
"Brother Fang Heng."
"Hi, how are you?"
Fang Heng saw the two of them and waved to greet them."Are you going out?"
