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Murong Xin and the others visibly relaxed: "It's good that you survived."
Xia Yu wasn't a soldier in the Xilin Army, but his actions this time saved many soldiers' lives—he's their hero!
Although Xia Yu was out of life-threatening danger, Xiao Ruo was still very cautious, considering the severity of his injuries. She and Xiangxiang took turns watching over Xia Yu, as she couldn't trust the military doctors.
Xia Yu truly regained consciousness two days later. Upon waking, he chuckled wryly, his voice hoarse: "I knew Lord Yama wouldn't dare take me."
"Uncle Xia, you're awake!" Xiangxiang sighed in relief. "Uncle Xia, is there anywhere you're feeling uncomfortable?"
Xia Yu couldn't move his body, but he could move his eyes. He lowered his gaze to his body, wrapped up like a zongzi: "In this state, where could I possibly feel comfortable?"
