"No, Bufan, this is not your fault, it is not your fault, I have never blamed others. If you want to blame, you can only blame this thief. Why can't I let me meet you earlier? If you want to blame, you can only blame those hateful people! They should all die, die!"

"Xu Fan, you are terrible like this..." Ning Bufan stared at Yang Xi's pupils, nose, and ears with dark black blood flowing out of his eyes.

"Haha, terrible? Haha I want to take revenge. I want to let that Zhao Yaoxiong live in hell forever. Life is worse than death, haha!"

A shrill voice spread throughout the yard. After Xu Fan laughed, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards the distance.

"Xu Fan!" Ning Bufan roared, trying to catch up, but found that his body was hard and terrible, and he couldn't even move for a moment. He could only watch Xu Fan's voice disappear into the lonely alley, and then there was no news.

Then, he inexplicably lost consciousness...

"don't want!"

Ning Bufan suddenly shook his whole body and opened his eyes.

At this time, he found a beam of sunlight shining on his body. When he opened his eyes, he found that his back was wet.

Fortunately, this is a nightmare...

But why is this dream so real?
Chapter completed!