"This... even if I drank it, I wouldn't need to piss that quickly." Wang Tie Zhu began making excuses.
Because he suddenly remembered something: before those bastards from the Heaven Punishing Bureau fell from power, every last one of them had been a lord who scraped marrow from bones.
The Beiliang Kingdom's territory was no smaller than the Great Jing Empire's, yet it was poor enough to rattle, with barely any respectable aristocratic clans to speak of.
They bled the Beiliang Kingdom dry and stripped Southern Jambudvipa bare. The Heaven Punishing Bureau had lived exceedingly well.
When those at the top lived well, those below naturally followed suit.
As the old saying went, once fed and clothed, people thought of that sort of thing...
In short, picking out a virgin from among those bastards was no different from looking for gold in a garbage heap.
No wonder Wang Tie Zhu wanted to crack this cow to death with a club every moment of every day. The instant it finished speaking, Lamborghini pulled three pills from its belly-space as if performing a magic trick, held them before Wang Tie Zhu, and said, "Poria Pills. They can't cure much, but they're first-rate for making you piss. No need to thank me."
Wang Tie Zhu: "..."
Now Wang Tie Zhu had no excuse left.
He could only take the medicine and get to work first, praying that he could find gold in a garbage heap.
Medicine taken, water drunk.
The effects were decent. In less than half a cup of tea's time, Wang Tie Zhu felt the urge.
One, two, three... four, five, six, seven...
Less than half an hour later, Wang Tie Zhu had pissed on more than forty people.
"Keep it up! Hold on until this time tomorrow, and you'll ascend