C500 Intelligent empire 1(2)

That night, Wei Huo lay on his bed and tossed and turned for a long time.

Just now, he had tried to punch the wall, but other than some paint powder falling off, there was no reaction. Instead, his fist was painful and swollen.

"The things before, that cruel game, those participants, is all this just a dream?" Wei Huo muttered to himself