When Zhao Hao woke up, he felt sore all over. His arms felt like they weighed a thousand pounds and he couldn't even lift them.
"Did you save me? Little Ye, I don't even know how to thank you."
Tears welled up in his eyes, and Zhao Hao's drowsy mind gradually cleared up. He couldn't exert any strength in his body. It was as if this body didn't belong to him, and it didn't listen to him.
However, Zhao Hao didn't think too much about it. He just thought that his muscles were sore from being attacked by a group of people. He didn't know that his body had mutated.
"Do you feel anxious? Or do you have any thoughts of attacking others?"
Lin Sijia quickly went up and placed her finger on Zhao Hao's pulse.
"No, but… Hehe, I'm a little thirsty."
