"Quan... Zeng Lang!!"
Qin Wanyue staggered down from the platform of officials to Zeng Anmin's side.
At this moment, black qi coiled around Zeng Anmin's body, already corroding it until it was battered and broken.
Even his face had begun to wither and blacken. His once fairly full forehead had slightly caved in.
"Ah!"
At the sight of this, Qin Wanyue, who had stumbled over, could not help letting out a hoarse cry.
As though struck by lightning, she stood rooted to the spot, her gaze scattered and dull.
Her hands trembled. She wanted to raise her arms, yet she could not muster even a shred of strength.
She did not notice at all that her teeth had sunk into her lips, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth.
"Wan'er."
At this moment, Zeng Anmin was enjoying the Princess's soft, fragrant bosom.
Hearing Qin Wanyue's voice, he struggled to raise his head and look at her.
"Don't cry."
Hearing Zeng Anmin's voice, Qin Wanyue's tears could no longer be held back. They dripped endlessly as she looked at him, her voice trembling terribly.
"Zeng Lang, how are you...?"
How could he be?
Wait for the Golden Finger to activate, then resurrect at full health.
Zeng Anmin muttered inwardly.
Yet he still kept a smile on his face, though it looked rather ugly now.
He coughed lightly, trying to make his expression appear as gentle as possible.
"I feel alright. Just a little sleepy..."
His face was filled with weakness.
"You can't sleep!" The Princess's body shuddered uncontrollably upon hearing those words.
She drew a deep breath and stared at Zeng Anmin with utter seriousness, her hand clutching his clothes tightly.
"There must be a way to save you. You absolutely must not sleep... You have to keep talking now.