Daoist Yangmei could not hear anything at that moment. He was still busy shirking responsibility, but after thinking about it, to the three brothers, none of this really mattered.
He said to Qin Xi, "Yes, yes, yes, I told you to. When he wakes up, tell him to come settle the score with me."
Qin Xi really did stop holding back. He did not hit her in the face—after all, a face was a person's dignity. If Daoist Yangmei found out, he would definitely make no end of trouble once he woke up.
He aimed at Daoist Yangmei's chest and greeted him with a flurry of punches and kicks.
Daoist Yangmei was truly in terrible pain. In his nightmare, he felt as if he had once again been chased down by those men in black. The place was a sheer cliff, extremely dangerous, and in that critical moment, his whole body was covered in wounds and aching fiercely.
Then, just as he imagined himself leaping toward the cliff, the pain throughout his body grew even worse. He opened his eyes and, somewhat dazed, clutched at the aching places all over him.
He looked at Qin Xi, not understanding what had happened to his body. Seeing Qin Xi standing before him with a chuckle, he said to him, "You actually hit me."
Seeing Daoist Yangmei suddenly wake up, Qin Xi let out a breath and said to him, "You were affected by the nightmare just now. If I hadn't used this method, you wouldn't have woken up."
Then he immediately reached out to soothe Daoist Yangmei and said to him, "Sorry, sorry. Ancestor Hongjun told me to do it."
To be honest, Qin Xi even pointed behind him, toward the faces of the people in the dark sky.
Still muddleheaded and