Another nightmare.
Feng Jue dreamed that he was fragilely divided into several pieces like iron tofu, and was thrown into the fields piece by piece.
The mud slowly poured in, blocking her mouth and covering her eyes.
She wanted to struggle, but where was her hand?
Her hands were placed in another box, shaking in response.
The shaking sound became more and more intense until she heard the sound of breaking wind.
"Boom!"
Good news, the box was smashed.
Bad news, it's not the hand that's flying——
A hammer was firmly embedded in her face.
This blow woke her up and threw her into another world.
Concept: Whatever I look like, girls will look like