Landing in the Fantastic World

Duanmu Qingling saw that Mu Yu had woken up. She quickly walked to Mu Yu's bedside and revealed a look of surprise. "I heard from the doctor that you would need at least half a month to wake up. I didn't expect that you would wake up in just three days."    

"So I have been lying down for three days."    

Mu Yu tried to sit up on the bed, but just as his body moved, he suddenly felt an intense pain. It was as if his mouth was torn open.    

"Don't. Your injury has not recovered yet. Don't move around."    

Duanmu Qingling quickly stopped him, "You should lie on the bed well these few days. I will take care of you."    

"By the way, how is the situation now?" Mu Yu asked.    

Duanmu Qingling's expression was still a little serious as she said, "The entire city is still in chaos. Marshal Zhao and the City Lord have been managing the arrangements for the disaster victims."    

"Moreover, the outside of the city is filled with grey and black fog. Every person who walks out of the city gate has been cursed and turned into a bloodthirsty monster, so no one dares to leave the city now."    

Mu Yu frowned. It seemed like this crisis had not been resolved yet. Perhaps there was an existence that was even more terrifying than the Three Generals of the Demonic Lord.    

When he thought of this, he felt a splitting headache.    

"Forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll heal my injuries first."    

Mu Yu controlled the Spiritual Force in his body and casted the Art of Holy Radiance, slowly healing the injuries in his body.    

Duanmu Qingling did not disturb Mu Yu anymore. She gently walked out of the room and closed the door.    

After an unknown period of time.    

Mu Yu's injuries had finally recovered by half. With a cracking sound, the door was suddenly opened.    

An extremely powerful Qi, which was accompanied by a fierce wind, entered Mu Yu's room.    

Mu Yu opened his eyes and saw Marshal Zhao Feihong.    

His eyes were as sharp as two sharp knives.    

Seeing Mu Yu open his eyes, he immediately withdrew the light in his eyes and walked to Mu Yu's bedside with a kind smile.    

"Mr Mu, how is your body now? Is it getting better?"    

Zhao Feihong's tone was full of concern for Mu Yu.    

"Thank you for your concern, Marshal Zhao."    

Mu Yu did not change his expression. He covered his mouth and deliberately coughed a few times. He said, "It's just that the injury this time is really too serious, so I really can't get better in a short period of time."    

He had already been cautious of Zhao Feihong, so naturally he would not tell the truth.    

"Then stay in the city and rest for a period of time. Anyway, I, Zhao Feihong, will definitely protect Mr Mu one day."    

Zhao Feihong patted Mu Yu's shoulder and promised him righteously.    

"Thank you very much, Marshal Zhao." Mu Yu said faintly.    

"What are you thanking me for?"    

Zhao Feihong lightly twirled his mustache and laughed, "To be honest, the one who should be thanking me should be me. If it wasn't for Mr Mu's help, I'm afraid that everyone in the city would have already given their thanks."    

"So, Mr Mu is the savior of everyone in the city. Speaking of which, as the general, I can't be loyal and responsible. Compared to Mr Mu, I'm really ashamed."    

Mu Yu smiled and said, "Marshal Zhao, you are being modest. Next, the safety of everyone in the city will depend on Marshal Zhao."    

Zhao Feihong nodded and said with a face full of righteousness, "I have deeply reflected on what I have done before."    

"Next, even if I, Zhao Feihong, sacrifice my own life, I will protect the safety of the entire city."    

Seeing Zhao Feihong's fake appearance, Mu Yu felt deeply disgusted in his heart.    

If Zhao Feihong was really an upright and fearless general who was willing to sacrifice his life, he would not have to face any danger. He would have immediately abandoned all his soldiers, abandoned all the people in the city, and chosen to be the first one to escape.    

Now that he had settled down, he would roll back to the city with his tail between his legs. In front of everyone, he would pretend to be willing to sacrifice his life for justice.    

However, Mu Yu had not figured out Zhao Feihong's intention yet, so he could not act rashly. He just smiled and said, "I really admire Marshal Zhao's spirit."