Chapter 721: Left King of the Sun

If Lu Lingzi didn't say anything about "a Bian Que of the world" but directly used the folk address for Qin Yueren—"Bian Que."

Xiao Yu could immediately react to who the divine doctor that this old Daoist brother was about to introduce to her was.

She couldn't remember many things from her past life, but she at least knew the allusion of "Bian Que meeting Duke Huan of Cai."

However, in the Pangu World, the divine doctor "Bian Que" is a real existence.

Lu Lingzi could really only call Qin Yueren "a Bian Que of the world"—

Cui Bin didn't speak, sweeping across the Mike tribesmen who were already crawling on the ground. With Su Su here, they no longer had the heart to resist. There were some familiar auras in the distance, which Mike could naturally feel too.

"Although your family's Qiushou has great ability, if he relies entirely on walking, it will take at least a year or a half to reach our Dantai family. This isn't it, I am persuading Qiushou to set off earlier." Dantai Mieming repeated the words just now, omitting the parts about training and experiencing tribulations.

Glancing at the more than one hundred soldiers behind him, although their complexions were a bit bad, that set of bay crocodile leather armor gave them some courage, at least they didn't wet their pants from fear. The forest is the world of wild wolves; if Xiao Mo and the others were to confront wild wolves in the forest, even if they won, they would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

A scream rang out, and in an instant, the originally harmonious scene changed drastically. The inn closed directly, merchants fled in panic, and that nervous appearance was as if they had seen a plague god.

Chu Ge saw the momentum of the wild boar wanting to pull him to be a cushion even in death, and he couldn't help but feel some emotion in his heart.

Four young and strong men unloaded the coffin from the carriage and carried it into the righteous villa with great effort.

Subsequently, he began to look at Death God Thor, his mouth revealing a smile, and his eyes looking at Death God Thor were as if looking at a dead person.

The moment Dantai Zhongyuan's words entered his ears, his face was covered with fear.

In front of everyone, Nalan Henzhu didn't dare to speak of Nalan Yan's matter, only demanding to see the head of the family.

Although there was no danger, Jiang Ran and Bo Shi Yan were both frightened, and the previous ambiguity was gone.

When watching Da Kai's bear-like body slowly and leisurely take out a machete from the car, his expression changed, and he walked straight past the few people, running far away without even daring to turn his head.

"Darcy, return to the territory!" Seeing that he was trapped, the Spirit King shouted at Darcy in the distance with blood in his eyes. As soon as the words fell, the people in the battle between the two sides disappeared from Li Weidong and Darcy's sight.

Compared to smashing Changxiang this time, there were three more fresh forces, Erxu. Especially Da Kai, let alone whether he would make a move, just by placing that physique there, ordinary people would have to weigh it.

"Qi Tianyang!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Before I finished shouting, I was kicked hard, making it difficult for me to even breathe, let alone call for help.

Don't think I didn't hear you laughing there! I gritted my teeth secretly, thinking with quite a bit of resentment.

"Just this?" The butler had been by Yang Yunjiang's side for many years, and the thing he lacked most was observing words and expressions. Seeing their guilty appearance, he naturally didn't believe it.

"How do you know it's safe inside?" Yang Ruojie looked over in confusion. His tone was clearly very gentle, but those deep eyes revealed a scrutiny, as if he could see through the human heart.

This prescription of his is not a life-saving medicine; it just delays the patient's death date.

The deep forest returned to its usual silence, and the evening wind rolled the fallen leaves, lingering and reluctant in the air, falling slowly.

She thought for a while and said: "How about this, you give three thousand gold. The rest, just treat it as making a friend." The youth was overjoyed, bowed deeply to her, and took out a stack of banknotes from his bosom. He counted forty sheets and handed them to Yang Lan.

She simply squatted down, opened the small amount of bamboo slips, and checked them one by one, looking for the content she liked.