It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Everyone was stunned and turned around.

In the firelight, a figure slowly walked out from the shadows.

He was wearing a black robe and had a slender figure.

And when his face was reflected in the firelight, everyone gasped.

Those were a pair of eyes that did not belong to ordinary people.

There were four pupils in a pair of eyes, with different colors intertwined and emitting a strange light.

National Master Jiang Fu.

The soldiers around him subconsciously tightened their weapons, feeling a chill down their spines.

Xiao Huai remained calm, his eyes swept over Jiang Fu indifferently.

He didn't show any surprise.

When King Zhou saw Jiang Fu approaching, he smiled with interest and waved his hand casually:

"Since the Imperial Master has volunteered, then you will be the one to treat Qinglan Hou. The Imperial Master's medical skills will not disappoint."

Xiao Huai lowered his eyes and stood there after hearing this, waiting quietly, neither refusing nor thanking.

Jiang Fu approached slowly, his footsteps so light that they made almost no sound.

There was a cold aura surrounding him, and as he approached, everyone was shocked to find that several snakes had quietly crawled out from under his robe.

Black and slender, it coiled around his arms, spitting out its tongue and emitting a dark luster.

"This..." Someone exclaimed in a low voice, a look of horror on his face, and quietly took a few steps back.

But Jiang Fu seemed to be unconcerned with the reactions of the people around him. He stared at Xiao Huai with his heterochromatic pupils, a faint smile on his lips: "My Lord, please."

There was no fluctuation in Xiao Huai's eyes, and his gaze was so indifferent that it seemed as if he could see through Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu's smile did not diminish at all.

He stopped in front of Xiao Huai and raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to take his pulse.

Xiao Huai raised his hand slightly and extended his wrist to Jiang Fu.

The moment Jiang Fu's hand touched him, a biting chill spread along his skin.

Ice cold, like the temperature of death.

Xiao Huai paused slightly, frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure.

He lowered his head to look at his wrist, then looked at Jiang Fu's hand, and said in a cold voice:

"Your hands...are colder than ice."

Jiang Fu smiled and replied in a low voice that he could hear: "Don't you think that this is the most suitable temperature for a doctor?"

He had just touched Xiao Huai's pulse when the next second, a burst of hurried footsteps came closer.

A eunuch in palace clothes came crawling in, his forehead covered in sweat and his face filled with fear. He shouted in a shrill voice:

"Sneak attack! Sneak attack by the Quanrong!"

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and everyone was stunned.

King Zhou was sitting on a high platform. When he heard the voice, the corners of his eyebrows raised slightly, but there was no surprise in his eyes.

He slowly stood up, looked over the crowd and gazed into the distance, as if trying to verify the eunuch's words.

In the light of the fire, a thick smoke was indeed rising from the distant city wall, and the light of war could be vaguely seen flickering in the night sky.

"It seems that I really have predicted the future this time." King Zhou said lightly, with a hint of indifference in his tone.

He turned around and glanced at the princes in the hall. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was filled with a cold and oppressive tone: "Since the enemy country has invaded, everyone, please show your magical powers. I still rely on you to rescue me."

His tone was light, as if the crisis before him was just an insignificant drama.

But the princes present all had complicated expressions. Some frowned, some looked hesitant, and some even began to look around anxiously.

Is it true this time?

Isn't it fake?

After all, the King of Zhou had teased them more than once before.

"What are you still standing there for?" King Zhou glanced around, his voice suddenly raised, and he said coldly, "The war has reached the capital, shouldn't you take action immediately? Or-"

He paused, his eyes sweeping across the crowd sharply, "Is there anyone who wants to take this opportunity to betray me?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expression became stiff.

No matter how dissatisfied they were, no one dared to refute it at this time.

Several princes exchanged glances, then stood up and bowed, saying, "We obey your command and will fight with all our might!"

Xiao Huai gently pulled his wrist back and lowered his head to straighten his cuffs.

His movements were slow and measured, like a pool of still water unmoved by the wind.

He straightened his sleeves and lightly brushed his fingertips across the edge of the sleeves, as if brushing away invisible dust.

"It seems that the cold can only be treated later." Xiao Huai said in a low voice.

Jiang Fu listened to Xiao Huai's words and smiled slightly, "It's okay. If you are injured in the battlefield, I can still heal you."

He paused. "However, my lord, you have caught a cold, and I'm afraid it will be very dangerous for you to go to the battlefield. If you can't come back, I will definitely attend your funeral in person."

These words were spoken lightly, but they were like a cold dagger that pierced the atmosphere.

Xiao Huai paused, turned around and glanced at Jiang Fu, "Don't worry. Even if there's a funeral, I don't want you to come."

His voice was cold and calm. After he finished speaking, he turned and strode away. His robe fluttered slightly in the firelight, and his long hair fluttered in the wind, free and casual.

Jiang Fu stood in place, his eyes always following Xiao Huai's back, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little.

He lowered his eyes and murmured softly, "Hurry up and join the game."

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The enemy country is attacking, but it is unnaturally quiet.

The surrounding noise seemed to be swallowed up, leaving behind an eerie silence.

Xiao Huai walked slowly on the empty road.

He glanced around warily, his brows slightly furrowed.

Where are the enemies?

Suddenly, a sharp scream broke the silence.

"Ahhh!"

Xiao Huai followed the direction of the sound and walked quickly towards the depths of the darkness.

After turning an intersection, he suddenly stopped, a cold look flashing in his eyes.

A woman in white, with long hair, was squatting on the ground and eating a person.

The man was not dead yet, and blood was still gushing out of his mouth.

From the armor on his body, one can tell at a glance that he is a Quanrong soldier.

But now, his chest was covered in blood, his eyes were gouged out, and his skull was cracked.

The wound was fresh, as if it had just been attacked.

The woman's movements were extremely strange. She lowered her head, her long hair hanging down, covering her face. Only a pair of skinny hands were clinging to the corpse, gnawing on it continuously.

Xiao Huai looked at the ground, which was covered in blood from being eaten and emitted a strong smell of blood.

She seemed to sense his arrival and raised her head, revealing a pale and distorted face. Blood from the corner of her mouth slid down her chin, and her eyes were empty but with a faint light.

Just as he was looking at the woman, more screams suddenly came from the distance.

"Monster! Help! Aaaaaaah!"

The sounds came one after another, as if exploding in different directions at the same time.

Xiao Huai's face darkened slightly. He turned his head to look to the other side, but found that at the end of the fire, more women in white emerged from the darkness.

Their hair was disheveled, their faces were distorted, and some even had unchewed flesh in their mouths.