In the Dudu Mansion of Jizhou, He Xiqing sat in the seat that originally belonged to Liu Yanran, resting with his eyes closed.
He hadn't had a good night's sleep for ten days.
As an experienced warrior, he understood the importance of rest. If he couldn't eat well and sleep well, no matter how strong he was, his combat power would certainly decrease — but there was nothing he could do; the villain who killed his brother was truly detestable.
When the soldiers were eating, the villain would come to ambush; when the soldiers were drinking, the villain would come to assault; even when the soldiers were sleeping or relieving themselves, the villain would still raid.
Although He Xiqing reacted swiftly every time, and the villain would be forced to retreat without killing more than a few people, those who died could never come back to life.
"He's draining my strength, he's tormenting my spirit."
He Xiqing clearly realized this.
