Chapter 744: Deadly Crisis

"The Mountain-Pulling King? What is this...?"

Xiao Yu turned around and saw the king in his ceremonial robes, smiling warmly.

She had actually sensed his presence earlier.

He had not deliberately concealed his form; he hovered above the Donghu camp, silently observing the battlefield just as she was.

He simply hovered higher and used a gentle breeze to mask his traces—easy to overlook if not carefully observed.

She first showed several conflicted expressions, then "quietly"

"Besides, I'll do better than her," the fox spirit smiled, a deep flush of allure spreading across her face.

"Useless fools—can't even handle a zombie," one man at the wine table shouted loudly.

Shen Yuezhi quickly took it, drank two sips, and set it on the tea table; Mianmian stepped forward to help Yuegou rise.

"Why?" Tian Xiangqi asked. "Do you want to know how I became this way?" Su Man wiped his eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke seriously.

Chen Xuanyu refused—he didn't care about the filth of the delivery room; he wanted to stay with Qiaozhen, afraid she might be in danger.

Xiao Yang nodded, thinking it was fine—1. yuan wasn't high in Hong Kong at all; after all, a kilogram of pesticide-free fresh meat sold for seventy or eighty yuan, so a 1. -yuan gift was truly insignificant.

"Definitely needed, but I'll go check first—I'll call you." Xiao Yang gave Han Mengru a long look; though his face remained calm, his eyes were already reddening.

Chu Yu could have asked more clearly—liking or not liking was just one word—but she hastily retreated, fleeing in panic at that tender moment.

"Cough!" She wasn't the only one severely wounded; behind her, Wei Haolan—who had already been badly injured—tipped his head and lost consciousness.

Watching Chu Yu finish the medicine, Huan Yuan nodded in satisfaction, took back the bowl, and left leisurely; Chu Yu, her body ruined by bitterness, dragged herself back to her room to rinse her mouth and lie lifeless.

An Jinxuan found Gu Yu's angry expression amusing. "What did you do to him? What kind of demonic art? He looked fine—why can't he move?" Gu Yu glared at him but said nothing, walking over to examine Da Lin's foot injury.

The detection range also increased from two or three meters to seven or eight meters—nearly doubling.

Li Dequan's face flushed, feeling slightly uneasy; these days, Xu Shi had stayed here, and Xu Taishi had helped his family—counting up, it was always Xu Shi who sent eggs, fish, and pork; even if he did all the work, he still benefited.

Coming to his senses, Gu Qin realized he was still standing in the middle of the floor; he uttered "Oh," sat down on the chair, took the teacup, and placed it on the table, thinking inwardly, "... e must be a noble of Daye. I've seen him somewhere before—otherwise, I wouldn't feel so familiar." As he thought this, his expression grew even more respectful.

The reason the Church hadn't moved first was likely to take advantage of the Empire's weakened state to aggressively spread its faith and draw more humans to worship the God of Light.

Tang Zhou, a regimental commander under Li Qiguang's division of the Queue Army—though the Queue Army itself didn't use terms like battalion or regiment; Zhang Xun's troops still used Qing-era designations like biao and xie; but now, for uniformity, everyone except the Queue Army themselves automatically used their own terminology.

Suyu Liu paced back and forth in the room a few times, then rose and stepped outside, glancing at the sun; it was time to brew his medicine—she truly owed him. Though her thoughts sounded resentful, a crooked smile curled at her lips.

But Yang Han was not this kind of person; at this moment, Yang Han had passed eighteen trials after several days.

Or am I old, with little time left? If I don't act now, I'll never get another chance—I fear I won't live to see that day, so I must act early?

"These Holy Sons are assassins sent by the Beast King Palace into the human world, aren't they?" Ye Hao suddenly asked, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.