Wuh Huai was initially worried that Qiann Yan couldn't handle it, always attentive to her complexion, but her face remained rosy, so he wasn't as worried.
He sat in place, still a bit drowsy.
Just as he was dozing off, he felt something, and quickly looked around.
Before he could react, a ray of light from a distance entered his forehead.
Wuh Huai touched his forehead, "What was that?" Just as he was puzzled, he heard a voice speak.
"This kid actually lacks a soul and spirit, just perfect for me, hahaha, this body isn't bad either, Bai Hong, you miscalculated."
Wuh Huai patted his head, "What the hell?"
"Kid, you can't blame me, it's your misfortune to encounter me." Shang Tong was very satisfied residing in the sea of consciousness, "If not for the great loss I suffered, I'd have left you a chance to live, what a pity."
Wuh Huai frowned, "What kind of demon are you?"
