"I'm fine!" Sima Ming gasped for air. He found himself soaked in cold sweat. "Plop! Plop! Plop!" His heart beat faster and faster.
"You look pale, Sima Ming!" Huang Chengjin looked at the pale Sima Ming and could not help but ask, "What's going on?"
"Nothing. I just had a nightmare. It's okay!" Sima Ming looked at the room of this huge hotel. It was not in the room. He didn't dare to talk about the terrible nightmare, because the dream seemed to be too unlucky. He couldn't see the Thai monk. He couldn't help but ask, "By the way, Manager Huang, where is Master Dula?"
Huang Chengjin pointed to the direction of the balcony and said, "Master is sitting on the balcony and practicing Yang Ying."
Sima Ming took advantage of the situation and looked over. Under the cover of the half-closed cu
