C929 What Happened in the Backyard

Flyer Garden, number seven building, second floor.

How could that pitiful old wooden bed withstand Dian Feng's tormenting? It had long collapsed and its two perfect carcasses entangled with each other as it slept soundly on the bed.

Dian Feng needed to rest. His body could still hold on, but his spirit was already exhausted. After experiencing such a battle