In the middle of the night, Hua Yin woke up and sat up on the bed, his head groggy. Inadvertently, he touched the residual temperature on the left side, and his eyes were slightly dull.

Tonight's dream was extraordinarily real, as if it were going to take him back to the pain he had experienced before.

If it weren't for the fact that the scenes of those seventeen years were not shown one by one, then this simple dream was enough to make him have a nervous breakdown.

The nightmare of his life.

Hua Yin lowered his eyes and looked at the bed, there was still some residual warmth, someone must have been here......

Who could it be?

Is it the master, Hua Yin's lips pulled out a sarcastic smile, and the glimmer of contradiction and struggle in his eyes flickered.

Looking forward to it? Somewhat.

I want to see his expression when he knows that this evil obstacle is still alive.

Sometimes, Hua Yin wonders if he has recognized the wrong person. Perhaps, Bai Liao and Bai Zhihe are fundamentally different people.

It's just that he has experienced a lot, and most of the rest of his feelings for the master are hatred, and he is tired of him in order to be at ease, and finds himself a safe person to be with. He used to like this type of gentle and virtuous lady, so it seems that Bai Liao is really far from the character of the master.

But what about that familiar feeling?

Hua Yin lost the attachment in his eyes, and then raised his eyes to look out the window, but for some reason the clouds were suddenly dense and the wind and rain were raging.

Hua Yin suddenly had a bad premonition, and his heart throbbed suddenly.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell, followed by bursts of thunder.

The moment the thunder fell, his fingers hidden in the futon trembled slightly, and he couldn't bear the pain like a tear in his heart, and his breathing seemed to be a little heavy.

This was the first time he had hurt since using this body...... It hurts so badly.

Since being cursed with heart-eroding poison, the pain he has endured in the water prison will recur on every thunderstorm night, the pain of drilling bones spreads upwards from the lumbar spine, and every inch of skin is like a fire spurring and burning, as if ten thousand poisonous insects bite through his heart, and every time the pain makes him linger on the verge of self-harm, life is worse than death.

Unexpectedly, after changing his body, this kind of resentment still followed him.

He had thought that the spell was applied to the body, but now it seems that it was applied to the soul.

Nuwa's descendants are really vicious.

It was really cheap for them to burn out a fire back then. The same Gu worm poison should be placed on them, so that they will not be able to die well for the rest of their lives!

Hua Yin thought so, his broken hair covered his violent and terrifying eyes, the smile on his lips was cold and vicious, his teeth were clenched, and his face was hideous and distorted. The fine cold sweat on his forehead broke out, his hands and feet were cold as if he had just been fished out of a thousand-year-old cold pool, his pale face was almost blue, and his hand holding the sheet was tightened and almost scratched.

Every time a burst of thunder fell, it was like a thunderbolt striking the depths of his soul, and the pain caused his body to tremble violently.

Hua Yin remembered that he was arrested by the underworld in the name of defending the two worlds of yin and yang. Imprisoned in the valley of Shutu where no grass grows, the ghost king Youxuan used blood as a pen to outline his book of life and death, and degraded Chaos. Led the heavens to thunder, destroying his body and soul under the thunderstorm.

That day was the time when there were the most people in Shutuval, just to see his jokes.

Ugly faces laughed at his pain.

Delusional to cut away his iniquity.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Beads of sweat dripped down and smudged on the sheets.

The lightning flashed and thundered, and the rain fell even more in the thunder. It seems that the wind and rain are sarcastically mocking him, unwilling to stop the cruel torture.