"Douluo: Meme-Making Lottery System ()"
The three-meter-tall prison wagon carrying Zhu Zhuqing was escorted up to Yang Ming.
Yang Ming hurried down from Da Ming's head and reached the wagon in a few quick strides. He shoved aside the soldier blocking his way and gripped the iron cage with both hands. Without any visible effort, he pulled the bars apart, forcing open a gap large enough for a person to enter.
He darted over to Zhu Zhuqing and removed the cotton cloth gagging her. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes had lost their luster, and her expression spoke of a heart so utterly dead that no grief could compare. Even Yang Ming could not help aching for her for a few seconds.
"Zhuqing, wake up. It's me, Yang Ming."
Yang Ming shook Zhu Zhuqing's shoulders. Seeing that her mind was still wandering far beyond the heavens and her eyes remained unfocused, he took out pills that replenished vitality and nourished the body from the Nethersea Ring. He put them into her mouth one by one, then poured in a mouthful of fresh water to help her swallow.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Yang Ming was, after all, a clueless straight guy with little experience caring for girls. He accidentally poured the water too quickly and nearly choked Zhu Zhuqing. She coughed several times in quick succession and patted her chest, setting off a surge of rolling waves.
There was no denying it: Zhu Zhuqing truly was a beauty capable of bringing disaster to a nation. Even the plainest possible prison clothes could not conceal her stunning figure beneath them. Those astonishingly developed lethal weapons alone were enough to leave people awestruck, their eyeballs practically scattering across the floor.
Right now, however, Yang Ming clearly had no leisure to enjoy that spectacular