Zhang Ming abruptly came to his senses. Sunlight spilled over his face, awakening his bewildered soul.
To his astonishment, and even delight, he discovered that time had actually returned to this morning-the few minutes when he had just met Stone Mama, Ghost Crow, and the Sheep-Headed Monster and was standing there spouting shameless nonsense about sucking up to Demon Gods.
"Another prophetic dream? The Burial Realm hasn't been destroyed yet?!!"
Was this what it fucking felt like to get a do-over?
Ecstasy, shock, and excitement mingled together. Happiness as rich and silky as milk chocolate surged through him, almost bringing bitter tears to his eyes.
His heart nearly leaped into his throat.
Zhang Ming instinctively drew a deep breath, steadying the fear and joy within him so that he would not act too strangely.
The sun hung overhead in a blue sky dotted with white clouds. The temperature was around twenty degrees Celsius. A breeze brushed his face, and the sunlight felt warm against his skin.
The road beneath his feet was made of hard slag, as solid as asphalt, and gave off a faint smell of sulfur.
No one could have imagined that, a few hours later, blood would rain from the sky and the Burial Realm would be utterly destroyed!
"What's wrong with you? Why so jumpy?" Stone Mama rolled onto Zhang Ming's backside and vibrated. "Are you the only one allowed to suck up? Your old buddies can't do it too?"
Zhang Ming truly could not have been happier. Everything that had just happened really had been nothing more than a prophetic dream!
He grinned. "Honestly, you guys aren't committed enough to sucking up."
"If the Demon God were a cute young lady willing to let me lick her, I'd want to lick her twenty-five hours a