Pain.
It was like there was a rusty dull knife stirring in my brain, and every nerve was screaming.
Ling Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were completely pale. The pungent smell of disinfectant penetrated his nose like a hook, making his throat itchy and almost coughing. The smell is too strong, mixed with the sweetness of cheap air freshener, and it makes people feel sick to their stomach.
He subconsciously wanted to exercise his energy and regulate his breath, but his Dantian was empty, like a dry well.
What's going on?
What about the Northern Demon God Art? What about the cultivation that destroys heaven and earth?
Ling Yuan's eyes suddenly became sharp and he was about to get out of bed. But as soon as his body moved, his arms went limp like noodles, and he fell back onto the pillow with a "plop". There was a sharp pain in the limbs, as if the body had been drained of energy, leaving only an empty shell.
