In the middle of the night, Jake Qi was awakened by the rising heat in his body.
When he opened his eyes, the room was dark, with only the starlight outside the window shining, coating the ground with a layer of silver.
The heat is getting higher and higher, and the entire figure is about to be roasted.
Jake Qi tried to speak out, but all he made was a low and hoarse sound.
My eardrums kept buzzing, and my throat felt like it had been rubbed with sandpaper, burning with pain. This feeling is like running a marathon at a sprint speed of 100 meters without any pause in the middle, and all the energy in the body is consumed.
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