"Many thanks, Uncle." She thanked him with a smile, then jumped into the carriage and sat on a stack of rice straw piled high on the carriage.
"Pull me up, give me a hand."
Zhu Yue came forward. Since he was trapped in the water tank, he was on the verge of death. However, it was strange that when he woke up, he felt a stream of energy in his body. Otherwise, he would not be able to walk so far. However, he did not know what the energy was.
When she saw him trying to climb up the ox cart but failed to do so, Feng Jiu reached out and pulled him up.
"Phew!"
Zhu Yue fell down on the pile of rice straw and laid down directly. "I'm exhausted."
"Sit tight." The old man driving the cart yelled and then drove the cart on.
"Little Beggar, are you going to Sun Pill City, too?" Zhu Yue asked, lying on his back while looking at the white clouds and the blue sky.
