As the thunder receded, He Tianshu, who was scared to death, finally fell asleep slowly.
There were many people in the small courtyard who could not sleep, and there were also many people in Creek Villa who could not sleep. Even in Misty Mountain Villa, many people could not sleep. They all seemed to be pondering in their hearts, wondering which unfortunate soul did something bad to cause thunderstorms all night long. Even immortals would be struck to pieces, right?
As the thunder receded, there was no sign of the rain stopping. The sky covered with dark clouds did not show a trace of sunlight. Yet, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly opened his eyes in the grass shed. A fleeting glimmer in his deep eyes disappeared without a trace.
When Zhang Xiaohua awoke, he was first confused, and then overjoyed. He felt his whole body with both hands and did not find any missing parts. Then, as if remembering something, he immediately rushed out of the grass shed, completely disregarding the rain.
