648, spending long years with Du Wei

At this very moment.

Freddy felt like he had been doused in ice-cold water from head to toe in the freezing winter.

His heart turned cold.

"My dream has indeed woken up."

"What's the point of struggling?"

"Reality is so painful, I really wish I had the power to travel through time, go back to the past and strangle my former self. Why did I have to mess with that devil?"

Freddy's beautiful dream was over.

Reality was much crueler than the dream.

It slapped him right across the face.

"What the hell was I thinking, to actually believe that devils would die, sob sob sob..."

Freddy slapped his own face repeatedly.

Despair turned into tears that streamed down his cheeks.

He completely understood now.

The moment he crossed Du the Devil, he fell into his control; life and death were no longer in his own hands—he was just a damn tool.

What's the use of thinking so much?

At this time.

Ryan on the other end of the phone was completely baffled by Freddy.