I've been tricked by this bastard again.
Yan Xiaobei was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, anger burning in his heart, wishing he could drag that bastard out of his head and give him a good beating, to show him how tough he really was. Is it really fun to trick me every time?
But he couldn't spare any thought for that right now.
The burning of his life force made Yan Xiaobei wish for death, yet the expansion of his soul gave him an intoxicating pleasure akin to a poisonous high.
These two different sensations intertwined within his body, rising simultaneously, making Yan Xiaobei feel a mix of pain and joy. All his veins seemed about to swell up, break through the skin, and explode outward.
Ahhhhhhh... Oooooooohhhhhh...
This strange sensation lasted for more than half an hour before gradually subsiding. He collapsed like a heap of mud on the ground, drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked through, not even wanting to move a muscle.
Too reckless.
