When Fan Ci woke up, his head hurt as if someone had hit him with a hammer.
No, it should be said that it hurt like being hit with a hammer and then crushed a few times.
He squinted his eyes and wanted to raise his hand to rub his temples, but as soon as he raised his hand, he felt something was wrong - why is this hand so thin? Like chicken feet.
Looking around again, Fan Ci was not feeling well.
