Seeing Yu Xing wake up at that moment, Susan's face turned icy, cruelty flashing in her eyes as she brought the cleaver down with vicious force.
At this distance, there was no way to dodge.
Yu Xing had no intention of dodging either. If he rolled away, half his head might be chopped off on the spot.
So he merely raised a hand and caught Susan's wrist. The blade was only two centimeters from the tip of his nose.
Susan pressed down with all her strength, but the knife did not budge. Yu Xing slowly sat up.
"What are you doing?" Yu Xing removed the half-burned yellow talisman from his chest. Transparent flames burned across it; they would not scorch his skin, only bring searing heat.
His phoenix eyes narrowed, instantly taking on an imposing edge. Susan's wrist was cold and frail in his palm. She tried to break free, but Yu Xing was far too strong.
"Why did you have to wake up?" Susan's face gradually twisted into something hideous. She sounded deeply regretful. "If you hadn't woken up, you wouldn't have seen anything more cruel! Wouldn't it have been nice if I let you sink into your dreams forever? Why did you have to wake up?!"
As her shouts grew louder, Yu Xing found her noisy and covered her mouth. At the same time, he snatched away the cleaver and held it to her neck. "Be quiet, or I'll send you into eternal sleep too."
He leaned close to Susan's ear, his low voice like that of the Grim Reaper. "A nightmare, that is."
Susan's eyes widened. Two streams of bloody tears ran down her face, and Yu Xing froze as he felt something wriggling in his palm.
He pulled his hand back. The next moment, Susan opened