Ah Da was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, suddenly remembering the action Su Qingtong had done to her last time. She quickly condensed Spiritual Power in her fingertips and climbed onto the bed to inject it into his brow.
She couldn't care less at that point, pouring a great deal of Spiritual Power into him until droplets of sweat beaded on her forehead and her fingers trembled slightly.
In his dream, Qin Yu was suspended in midair, looking coldly at everything around him. He was very aware that he was dreaming, but he couldn't break free. The scenes from his memory twisted and deformed over and over until they turned into endless darkness.
The pungent smell of gasoline mixed with the odor of blood, wrapped in waves of heat, kept assaulting him.
Cold and scorching heat alternated back and forth.
