My lord, spare his life!

My scalp tingled, but my heart felt amazing.

Lu Yuan met his gaze with a frank and open smile, a tolerant smile reflected deep in her eyes: 【Have you been fooling around enough?】

He Zhi's face instantly darkened, and he pressed his lips tightly together.

His thumb unconsciously rubbed the patterns on the sword hilt.

Lu Yuan's reaction was not what he wanted to see.

He wanted to see fear, shock, regret, and trembling in the other person, not to enjoy this blood-stained fruit as a tolerant figure. He Zhi lowered his eyelids and indifferently avoided Lu Yuan's gaze. Seeing this, Lu Yuan also stopped staring at him, lest he be seen as provoking him.

The two exchanged a brief glance across the crowd, almost unnoticed by anyone.

Why do we say "almost"?

Because someone saw it.

The generals who surrendered at the same time as Zhe Meng: "..."

Did he discover something?

The moment this guess popped into his head, his mind went completely blank. He didn't bother asking Zhang Yang for any reward, and only said a few humble and flattering words before they went about their business. The large banner, including the flagpole and decorations, weighed over a hundred pounds. His lord had been carrying the banner and charging into battle, fighting enemies while also protecting the banner from damage. After a night of fierce fighting, her physical strength and energy had reached their limit. At this moment, all he could do was let her rest and recuperate, and all the miscellaneous tasks were taken care of by Fan You and the others.

The military officer took the opportunity to follow Lü Yuan.

"Is there something you need?"

Lu Yuan noticed his hesitant expression.

"That person was killed by He Feiye; he killed him on purpose."

The credit was simply pinned on him.

Lu Yuan nodded: "I know."

However, she did not expose it in public.

The military officer hesitated for a few moments before finally asking the question that had been bothering him: "He Feiye also harbors murderous intent towards me, and I've discovered it more than once. I'm neither familiar nor unfamiliar with him; we have no past grievances or present enemies, and the person he killed was the same."

Lu Yuan smiled and asked, "So, what do you want to ask?"

The general took a deep breath: "Did he go mad because of you?"

"Yes, that's right."

The military officer's expression went blank for a moment before he finally reacted, his forehead veins bulging with anger. He gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, yelling, "You son of a bitch, is he crazy? Is he really crazy? I, we..."

Lu Yuan said calmly, "Which of the stars that descend in fury isn't sick?"

The military officer paced back and forth, hands clasped behind his back, his steps unsteady, as if he wanted to scrape the ground down. His face was somber, his heart churning with a mixture of anxiety and resentment, his chest overflowing with a furious, dog-like emotion: "But he's terminally ill!"

He never imagined that the root of the problem lay with Lu Yuan.

It took quite a while before it stopped.

He tilted his head and asked, "Does he have feelings for you?"

Lu Yuan couldn't help but chuckle: "Is it interesting to want to skin me alive, chop my flesh into mincemeat, and make dumplings? That would certainly be interesting. I can guess what he's thinking; it's nothing more than intimidation and threats. Tsk, child's play."

Will they stop once they fail to scare someone?

No, it will only get worse.

He Zhi wanted her to live in constant fear and anxiety.

Come to think of it, this man is quite petty.

The general's lips trembled with rage: "I never imagined you had the potential to be a femme fatale. If I get killed because of you, I'll crawl back from hell even if I have to go there."

"Is dying because of me somehow disgracing you?"

"Everyone has to die eventually, but one shouldn't die without knowing why. How many years ago was this?" The military officer claimed that he was young and ignorant, which is why he was lured away by Lu Yuan's looks and strength. But can he be blamed? Everyone admires strength, and is it wrong to be attracted to someone of the opposite sex who makes one's blood boil at the most vigorous age?

He thought he might be special.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yuan was heartless; she simply loved beautiful colors, and colors she'd never tasted before. This fellow also possessed an overly honest and sincere face, and overly genuine eyes. Being stared at by her, or meeting her gaze, would cause one to momentarily experience a kind of illusion—

Her eyes held a deep sincerity.

Lu Yuan's fickle nature stems from the fact that no one has yet discovered his true feelings; only those who have seen him have inadvertently discovered them in private.

Therefore, I am special.

The military officer grew increasingly angry, muttering, "...I'm the victim who hasn't recovered in years! How could He Feiye harbor murderous intent towards me because of this? Even if I die, it will be an injustice!"

The more Lü Yuan listened, the more uneasy he felt.

"What victim? Don't try to portray yourself as so pitiful. You're talking about being deeply in love, but are you really fooling yourself? Saying you haven't gotten over it in years and that it's preventing you from getting married and having children?"

"You won't marry me, and you won't let me marry into your family. You dare say I didn't have any pure virtue when I was clueless? Who's to blame for my loss of virginity? Was I born without virginity? I was completely innocent when I followed you, and how did you end up treating me like this? You heartless bastard!"

As the general spoke, he strangely began to empathize with He Zhi.

He put one hand on his hip: "I finally understand why he went crazy. If I had been kept in your lap for years... I would have gone mad too. Why should he be confined to this tiny place, deprived of his freedom? I heard he even raised your daughter! Listen to that! Is that fair? Did he interfere with your carefree life all these years? Killing you would be a quick death for you, torturing you is revenge. Damn it, he's just collateral damage! Bah, I despise you!"

Lu Yuan stabbed him with a single shot.

The military officer had much more stamina than she did, so he easily dodged.

"You're the one who ruined my virginity, and you won't even admit it. If I hadn't met someone who didn't mind, oh dear, my life would be over. Hey, I can't reach you. Have you eaten?"

The military officer became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.

Seeing that Lu Yuan's thrust missed, he grew bolder, nimbly dodging left and right, almost wanting to jump rhythmically.

Lu Yuan was so angry that his blood pressure rose.

A chill ran down the general's spine, his movements instinctively stiffening, his reaction a beat too late. The spear tip clashed with the armor plate, producing a metallic clang. Had he not still been in his armor, that spear would have severed his kidneys: "Are you serious?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw He Zhi, who was not far away, fall silent in fright.

I don't know how long the other person watched or how much they heard.

The general felt a cold sweat break out, his heart almost stopped, and a thought popped into his mind—from now on, he must never fight alongside He Zhi, and even if he did, he must not take any risks, otherwise, who knows which cold arrow might take his life.

He chuckled and hurriedly ran away.

Lu Yuan is now not only a playboy but also a jinx.

He fled in panic, and it took him a long time to feel the gaze fixed on his back disappear, and the chilling feeling that gnawed at his bones also subsided.

Lu Yuan pouted: "What exactly do you want?"

He Zhi responded simply: "Heh."

Lu Yuan: "...Don't let personal feelings interfere with official business."

Those killed by He Zhi may not be unrecruitable.

He Zhi: "How is this considered disrupting official business? Do you really want the lord to recruit a group of people who have had dealings with you? Zhe Meng is much more sensible than you in this respect, no wonder the lord likes her."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yuan's reaction was noticeably more intense.

Stop trying to sow discord.

He Zhi glanced at her strangely, then left.

Ritsumoto: "..."

My mood is getting worse and worse.

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Here, take it.

In the game world, stamina and energy can be restored more quickly with special food and medicine. If you don't want to eat, you can also sleep and AFK in the game to restore them, although the speed is relatively slow. Zhang Yang chose the former, happily eating a hot, fragrant rice bowl, which tasted even better than the most delicious delicacies at that moment. She ate several servings in one go, finally raising her stamina above the warning line, so she wouldn't have to worry about fainting and being sold off at any time. She wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and then reached out her hand to Wang Qi.

Her palms were facing upwards.

Wang Qi: "What's going on?"

"Where's my Zhang Daji? You're still trying to hide him?"

"I wasn't as brazen as you when I was robbing people." Compared to Zhang Yang, Wang Qi realized that he actually still had a sense of shame.

Zhang Yang said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense."

Wang Qi: "..."

In the past, he would have definitely drawn his sword and cleaved the mountain demon in two. But after the mountain demon's attempt to forcibly take Zhang Damiao... no, Gale, he knew that the mountain demon was even more unreasonable than him. Fighting him wouldn't change the mountain demon's mindset of taking what he wanted by force.

Wang Qi put his finger to his lips and whistled.

A short while later, a large bird with deep blue feathers descended from the sky and landed steadily on his raised arm. This bird resembled Zhang Dagu somewhat, but its temperament was less fierce and rather gentle. Zhang Yang fed it a handful of birdseed, which it observed cautiously before happily eating. Wang Qi was having a heart attack.

He could almost foresee the Thunder's fate of gaining weight.

Oh no, it's Zhang Daji now.

"Is it the same breed as Big Gu?"

Wang Qi scoffed, "What kind of look is that? Or do you think all birds with wings are the same species?"

"Aren't they all birds?"

"Da Gu is an eagle, and this is a falcon. If these two were to compete in speed, your lousy bird wouldn't even be able to catch up with its back." That's why Zhang Daji can travel so fast and silently between here and Dongxian. "For it to fly fast, it can't be too fat."

When feeding the mountain spirit, be careful with the amount of food.

As he spoke, he extended his arm.

Zhang Daji stepped forward and landed on Zhang Yang's shoulder.

This scene stunned Zhang Yang, who wondered if Wang Qi was secretly plotting something: "Why did you agree so readily?"

According to procedure, shouldn't I have engaged in a fierce battle with her?

"If I don't agree readily, will you give it back to me?"

"cannot."

"Stop spouting nonsense."

He seriously suspected that the mountain spirit had only survived to this day because of its unreasonable brute strength. If it were even slightly incompetent, it would have been beaten to death long ago. Zhang Yang, having gained another beloved pet, was in a good mood and didn't bother arguing with Wang Qi.

When the sun was high in the sky, the battlefield was cleared.

The spoils of war were considerable, but Zhang Yang didn't examine them closely, using most of them for military pay and incentives. In addition, there were newly acquired "Star-Descended Wrathful Soldiers." These soldiers will be an asset in the future, but without proper guidance, they could also become a threat!

Zhang Yang asked, "Is there anyone in the army who can provide psychological counseling?"

The newly added "Star-Descending Wrath" are basically vengeful ghosts who have died and risen again. They require psychological counseling to help them adapt to their new state and confront the demons within them. However, the term Zhang Yang used was too unfamiliar to the others: "Psychological counseling?"

"To avoid post-traumatic stress disorder." Zhang Yang remembered that among the observed samples, there were also soldiers who were unable to continue participating in frontline combat due to psychological problems. Although Zhang Yang couldn't understand it—this guy talked about post-traumatic stress disorder, but he was most fierce when PVP was in confrontation, and in sixteen years of gaming, he basically never missed a single event.

It doesn't look like post-traumatic stress at all.

However, Zhang Yang still believed the information provided by the other party.

The concept of post-traumatic stress disorder can be glimpsed in the cases of Fan You and others. The evil spirits that descend from the stars originate from the host itself and are one with the host. If they cannot adjust their mindset and accept it, the more the host resists the evil spirits, the stronger their resentment becomes, and the more likely they are to breed negative emotions that will affect and distort mental health.

Even if it wasn't for this reason—

Proper guidance can also help soldiers understand the ghosts more quickly.

Only by understanding it can you master it.

The sevenfold celestial descent of Yuan Xie was still alive and kicking.

Fan You: "..."

Military doctors treat physical ailments, while psychological counseling treats mental health issues?

He said, "How could it be so fragile?"

"Whether my subordinates are vulnerable or resilient, they may choose not to receive guidance, but I cannot refuse to arrange it. It's like a child being beaten up outside; regardless of whether the child can fight back, as a mother, I must offer comfort and support, right?"

Fan Yourui commented: "This is called 'a doting mother spoils her son'."

Zhang Yang: "..."

Despite saying that, Fan You still sent someone to do it.

In fact, when Zhang Yang brought it up, Fan You vaguely realized she was right. As he actually started working on it, this feeling grew stronger. The demise of the stars was an incurable cancer in this world, and this cancer was inexplicably connected to the heart.

Many people die in a daze, and are resurrected in a daze.

Not knowing why they were haunted by such a vengeful ghost, why they had to suffer such torment, or how to face the completely unfamiliar future, coupled with the influence of the ghost within them, they were easily distorted. It was like a wound that, without any careful treatment, was allowed to fester and turn red until it was crawling with maggots.

Regardless of whether this "psychological counseling" is effective or not, it at least sends a signal from the side—don't be afraid, I'm here, you're not some monster or alien, but just an ordinary person.

Fan You harbored this idea.

"Go and find a few eloquent veterans."

The soldiers in the camp, hearing of another reward and encouragement, were all beaming with joy. Even the wounded soldiers who had narrowly escaped death were cheerful and had rosy complexions. Seeing this, Fan You couldn't help but mutter to himself—no amount of psychological counseling could compare to a real reward.

However, for the enemy soldiers who had lost their supplies, no amount of encouragement or empty words could compare to a hot meal.

They fled in panic overnight.

Having barely escaped the relentless pursuit of their enemies, the soldiers had missed three mealtimes, their stomachs burning with hunger. Forget cooking, they couldn't even get a decent drink of water; their mouths were parched, and they felt dizzy. Every step they took felt like their legs were covered in seven or eight pounds of mud.

The leading general surveyed the condition of his troops.

He asked softly, "Is there any food left?"

"It's gone."

The food that they managed to snatch was all lost along the way.

The general pondered for a moment, then looked down at his heavily panting warhorse, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Take stock of the wounded warhorses. The ones with more serious injuries... sigh, just kill them."

The soldiers were so hungry that, not only would they be unable to fight back if the enemy attacked, but even if the enemy didn't attack, the soldiers' resentment was so great that they would likely riot. There were still quite a few warhorses left; slaughtering a few would be enough.

? ?pain.

After the power went out at night, my computer was forced to shut down, and all the emojis in my input method disappeared.