"Wake up! Wake up quickly!"
"How could you fall asleep here? This place is very dangerous!"
A familiar yet strange voice rang in Zheng Qing's ears, sounding somewhat anxious and restless. Zheng Qing felt a pair of small hands forcefully shaking his body: "Wake up quickly!"
He struggled to lift his eyelids.
The cold air immediately clung to his eyeballs, mixing with the mottled and leaping light, causing the warlock's eyes to sting slightly, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and frown.
"Ah! You're finally awake!" That familiar yet strange voice sounded again, very surprised.
Zheng Qing's eyeballs trembled violently beneath his eyelids.
He easily retrieved the owner of the voice from his rolling memories. It was Zhu Si. He wanted to open his eyes immediately to confirm his guess, but in that instant, he became timid.
