บท 170: Thank the Native Gods

A memory suddenly surfaced in Xi Cheng's mind.

The weather was good that day and the warm sunlight shone on the ground. The young and handsome man raised his leg and propped it against the wall of the narrow alley, blocking a girl's path.

The man's gaze landed on the girl's porcelain-like face. In order to hide his nervousness, he deliberately said in a ruffian-like tone, "My name is Huo Cheng. What's yours?"

Xi Cheng subconsciously wanted to see more scenes, but the warm yellow sunlight in front of him suddenly became very piercing. The beautiful scene that looked like an oil painting in his mind suddenly turned into white light.

A sharp pain came from his head. Even with Xi Cheng's strong willpower, his face still turned pale from the pain that seeped into his bones. He held his forehead and took deep breaths for a long while before he could suppress the pain.