C615 A Night Storm

After a night of rainstorm, the wind finally stopped.

Dung Annyang's body seemed to have been fried in a frying pan. He woke up from the pain.

His limbs and bones were screaming in pain and powerlessness.

The bed sheet under him was soaked in sweat. Looking up, the house was quiet. The fragrance of millet porridge came from the kitchen.

With a joyful mood, he walked over and opened the door