林默 finishing off the last mouthful of scallion pancakes, wiped his mouth with the paper bag, feeling much better. The hangover was still there, like a hangoverShoulder, but the urgent pain was gone. The early morning market outside the window was in a mess. The shouts of buying and selling, the sizzling sound of cooking, the smell of fermented beans, all mixed together, making this noisy world feel a lot more real.

He got up from the table, went to the mirror to look at himself, and frowned slightly. His hair was messy, his clothes were messy, and there was still oil on his face. He is not handsome, but he is not bad either. If it is not for the hangover, he is still a little spirit.

"Clean up." Lin Mo said lightly, then turned around and walked out of the room. He went to the bedroom and took out a set of clean clothes. He changed into them, then went to wash his face. When he stood in front of the mirror, his eyes suddenly stiffened.

Because he found that his eyes were different from before. They were blacker, darker, and seemed to have a bit of spiritual power.