A pawn of the evil spirits.
Leng Feng's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile. After saying this, he gave up completely and sprawled out on the hospital bed without a care.
The bedboard beneath him was very hard, a stark contrast to the mattress he used to sleep on. Honestly, it had been a long time since he'd slept on such a hard surface.
In Jiang Che's hospital room, even the sheet created by Spiritual Power felt stiff, but he found the firmness oddly comforting.
No rights, and no responsibilities.
He lay on the bed, eyes closed. His consciousness began to blur, and within moments of shutting his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.
The moment he closed his eyes, he suddenly snapped them open again.
Leng Feng shot upright in bed. He felt his forehead with his fingers, sensing the dampness there.
Cold sweat had already soaked through the shirt on his back.
He was shocked that he could fall asleep so easily in such a strange place.
