In an empty room on the top floor of a 45-story office building in the Abandoned City, left vacant for many years, the Dragon Lord was sitting cross-legged on the floor, healing his wounds.
He was tortured by Qin Qing in various ways every day. If he didn't take advantage of the night to heal, he wouldn't be able to survive the next day's torment.
I really miss the days of digging through mountains and carving out roads in Nanjing, the Dragon Lord lamented.
Back then, although it was exhausting, stifling, and humiliating, at least Ye Xiu had been too busy to bother him, let alone torture him. But now, Qin Qing only gave him one steamed bun a day before allowing the beasts to torture him without restraint.
Suddenly, the Dragon Lord's head snapped toward the door, his aged body trembling uncontrollably. "Who's there?"
Could it be that Qin Qing has changed her mind and wants to torture me at night, too?
