My lord, spare his life!

"Since you're already here, why not just say hello?"

Zhang Yang extended a second invitation to the "Easter Egg Guy".

She stood under the tree, while the other person stood up in the tree, making it uncomfortable for them to talk while craning their necks. Just as she was considering whether to shoot Eggman down with an arrow, a long, slender hand parted the dense leaves, revealing a handsome face with a very long name.

The handsome man's face was expressionless, his eyes icy cold.

The words that came out of their mouths were even more unfriendly.

"You two, how dare you!"

The young military officer realized that the "brother and sister" had tricked him. At first, he did not know their purpose. The scoundrel stole his belt, hair tie, and gold earrings, and his behavior was full of flirtation. When he needed to use the map, he was horrified to find that the map had disappeared.

There has only been one theft recently.

"You stole my map!"

The young military officer spoke with certainty.

Zhang Yang then remembered that he had stolen from Egg Guy before.

"What map? I don't understand."

Good grief, are the NPCs coming to our door demanding an explanation?

But how can something be called theft if there's no evidence?

She retorted, "What do you mean we stole your map? I'm suing you for defamation. Do you have any evidence to prove I did that? Don't make baseless accusations. You need to catch a thief red-handed. Do you have witnesses or physical evidence?"

Fan You couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

His master has a rather fierce temperament.

"If there were no ulterior motives, why would they pretend to be refugees?"

"Because I do cosplay!"

Zhang Yang thought the NPCs wouldn't understand what "Cospree" meant, so he imitated Fan You's simple explanation: "It's role-playing."

Young military commander: "Role-playing?"

"Yes, it was role-playing! What law says I can't dress in rags?" Zhang Yang spoke with increasing confidence, his spine ramrod straight. "Hearing that the Eastern Barbarian bandits were deceiving innocent refugees everywhere, my brother and I, to punish the wicked, risked our lives to get close to them, intending to wipe them out in one fell swoop. What's wrong with that? That day, I noticed you were slightly different from those bandits, which is why I didn't get involved and deliberately found an opportunity to leave... At most, you could say I left without saying goodbye, but how could you accuse me of stealing your map the moment we met? The map is so precious; it was your improper safekeeping and negligence that made it difficult for you. Shouldn't you reflect on your own actions and find the reasons?"

These words were spoken with great conviction.

Fan You was stunned.

I don't know whether to admire Zhang Yang's good attitude and thick skin, or to suspect that her previous behavior was feigned ignorance. Her eloquence and ability to argue far surpass those of many clumsy and inarticulate people.

The young military officer's face was solemn as he looked at Zhang Yang. The latter met his gaze calmly, showing no sign of guilt or fear.

Open and frank, with a generous and open mind.

Even the young military officers watching couldn't help but doubt their own judgment.

but--

He's not someone who's easily led astray.

"Whether it is or not, a quick search will tell you."

Some people just won't shed a tear until they see the coffin!

As he spoke, his fingers easily cut into the tree trunk, and without exerting much force, he effortlessly uprooted the tree.

The roots break through the soil, like a python raising its head, or an earth dragon turning over.

Fan You grabbed Zhang Yang's wrist: "My lord, run!"

This tree has stood here for countless years, its trunk incredibly thick, its bark cracked like the scales of an old dragon. Even three or five burly men with outstretched arms could hardly encircle it, and its roots extend and intertwine underground for an immeasurable distance! Yet, this young military general pulled it out in one go; the sheer strength of that sight is enough to make one tremble!

Zhang Yang was forced to run a few steps.

The dark clouds overhead felt like Mount Tai pressing down on us.

She turned around abruptly and saw the young general hurling a long spear at her, the heavy, earthy stench of which instantly enveloped her. Zhang Yang steadied herself, grabbed Fan You, and tossed him aside. Not towards the tree trunk, but tossed him to the side.

He hastily left behind the comment: "Why are you running away during a boss fight?!"

With a light touch of the toes, he leaped into the air.

The treetop, like a spearhead, pierced the mud. Zhang Yang stepped onto the treetop, reached into his game inventory, pulled out a gold brick, and launched it at the red-named player rushing towards him. Fan You lost his footing, stumbled a few steps, and fell. He instinctively looked in Zhang Yang's direction.

Unfortunately, the yellow sand was so thick that no one could be seen at all.

"Lord——"

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying shockwave ripped a huge hole through the billowing yellow sand. Before the sand closed in, Fan You saw that the young general had a strangely shaped spear in his hand. The spearhead seemed to be entangled with countless phantoms of evil spirits, while the shaft had the shadow of a dragon coiling around it.

That impact was from the spear!

Boom!

A deafening roar shook the earth.

Fan You felt like his eardrums were about to shatter, and it took him a while to hear the sounds of the outside world again: "Where is my lord?"

Why didn't I see Zhang Yang?

Seemingly in response to Fan You's concerns, hundreds of golden rays shot out from the yellow sand, all aiming at the same target. Suddenly, a figure appeared above and behind the young general, who had previously been alone; the golden brick in her hand was only an arm's length away from the back of his head!

Rumbling--

The target vanished suddenly, and the golden light missed its target and crashed to the ground.

The ground beneath Fan You's feet cracked like a spider web, and countless clods of earth and sand transformed into a slowly rolling river, visibly sinking downwards.

He struggled to get back to a more open and safe place.

He had barely steadied himself when he vaguely caught a rumbling sound like muffled thunder overhead. Looking up, he saw something seeming to grow larger in the direction of the mountain peaks. His face darkened; he realized that Zhang Yang and his companion had made too much noise, triggering a mountain dragon's movement. This was no place to linger!

"That young man actually possesses such skill?"

Little did they know, the young military general was also experiencing a surge of emotions.

He twirled the spear in his hand and lightly licked his somewhat dry lips—the heat surging through his limbs and into his brain made his mouth parched, and he felt as if hot blood was gushing from his chest. He hadn't felt this way in a long time!

Ever since that bastard killed him, his hands and feet have been perpetually cold, even his chest feels icy. Only when he cuts open his enemy's body and touches his warm blood does he feel a little warmth and confirm that he is still alive.

at the moment--

Zhang Yang was not his enemy.

He hadn't even touched her blood yet.

"You're the only person so far who has ever stirred any feelings in me." The young general's voice was deep and husky, but it didn't evoke any suggestive thoughts. Instead, it had a sinister feel, like a demon gently blowing on your neck. "If I were to skin you and make new clothes from your skin..."

Hopefully, every winter won't be so unbearable from now on.

Zhang Yang: "..."

The reason I'm speechless isn't because the young military officer said he wanted to skin her alive to make clothes, but because the name above the young military officer's head has turned green!

How can this thing turn green?

Zhang Yang was rendered helpless in an instant.

In a moment of stunned silence, the tip of the spear magnified in his pupils.

clang!

The spear did not pierce Zhang Yang's neck as expected; instead, it missed. Most of the spear shaft was embedded in the boulder, creating a huge hole. A wisp of starlight slowly dissipated from the spot.

"They ran away?"

The young military general seemed to be deep in thought.

"We should have killed that man first; he's in the way!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the spear, the surging heat in his chest dissipating, leaving only an empty, cold emptiness. He stood there in a daze for a moment, and soon his two deputies rushed over.

"General! General!" Looking at the hundred or so towering trees leaning precariously around them, both lieutenants were horrified. The right lieutenant stepped forward and asked, "Which villain was fighting with the general just now?"

The young military officer said, "It's a collectible."

"Collection?"

The young general reached into his armor and took out a handkerchief to wipe the dirt off his spear. He said slowly and deliberately, "Hmm, that will be the most satisfying piece of my collection. Her skin, flesh, and bones—every single one will be perfect!"

The two deputies looked at each other in bewilderment.

The same thought popped into my mind—

When did the general develop a passion for collecting these things?

You know, after clearing out the bandits of the Eastern Frontier, he considered even the mere sight of their blood unlucky, and he wouldn't even touch their corpses. Some people liked to collect the heads of their defeated enemies as decorations, but he had absolutely no interest in that. Why, then, did he suddenly become interested after leaving the group for a while?

"Is the other party troublesome?"

The two deputies ignored this hobby and focused on other matters. With the general's strength, how could he not obtain the collectibles he desired? Unless the collectibles themselves were quite powerful and difficult to bring back.

The young military officer was unsure: "A little..."

At the last moment, Zhang Yang didn't dodge on his own; rather, he was taken away by the obstructive strategist who activated the star formation. The young general didn't think his opponent couldn't dodge, and he was also curious about Zhang Yang's strength, but Fan You ruined everything. Thinking of this, he had an idea.

Zhang Yang captured it and kept it as a collectible.

As for Fan You?

Defective products, chop them up and feed them to the jackals and tigers in the mountains!

"General, good news!"

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"Achoo—" Fan You felt his nose itch for no reason and sneezed several times in a row. "Nowadays, when ordinary people sneeze, they say 'people are talking about me'... I'm afraid someone is talking about me behind my back..."

After muttering to himself, he looked up and met Zhang Yang's displeased face. He chuckled angrily, "What does my lord mean by this?"

I rescued her, and she gave me the cold shoulder?

Zhang Yang said, "I haven't tested them out yet."

Fan You: "Testing that kid's strength?"

He didn't even want to talk about it anymore. What was Zhang Yang thinking back then?

If I hadn't reacted quickly and grabbed her, Zhang Yang's neck would have been pierced by the spear. Even though, as Shen Zhi said, she could split up and crawl around on her own, she wasn't immortal. That Eastern bandit was no pushover!

If he finds it interesting and buries Zhang Yang's head, body, hands, and feet in different places, then even if she is alive, she will be considered dead.

"I am……"

Fan You said sternly, "Taking such a risky path will surely lead to disaster!"

Zhang Yang: "It's not like I can't beat him!"

"Hehehe, so who saved you just now?"

Zhang Yang: "I didn't lay a hand on him..."

Fan You turned his face away, not wanting to hear Zhang Yang say anything more.

Zhang Yang: "..."

After a long while, Zhang Yang remained quiet. He neither got angry and threw gold bricks at him to vent his anger, nor did he storm off in a fit of rage. Instead, Fan You felt worried and couldn't help but wonder if he had spoken too harshly and hurt the sensitive and fragile heart of the young man.

"My lord, a noble son should not sit under a dangerous roof... It is good if we can win, but it is also wise to choose to avoid danger if we cannot win. There is nothing wrong with that..." Fan You turned to Zhang Yang and handed her the message, but saw that her eyes were blank, as if she was in a daze, and she looked confused from time to time.

Occasionally, he would mutter something about how something was wrong.

"My lord!"

Zhang Yang was brought back to her senses by him, her peach blossom eyes drooping.

She glanced at Fan You, then suddenly sighed. After a while, she took a breath and tried to speak, but then, as if remembering something, she sighed again and turned her face away.

Fan You was furious.

"Speak your mind!"

Speak up if you have something to say!

Zhang Yang said, "You can't solve my problem."

Fan You: "..."

Little did she know, Fan You really couldn't solve her problem.

As is well known, the color of the name above an NPC's head represents three positions: green for friendly, yellow for neutral, and red for hostile.

In the game's rules, only yellow and red NPCs can be attacked, and red NPCs will initiate attacks. Green NPCs cannot attack or be attacked. Barring special conditions, these rules are the ironclad laws governing the world!

If a green-named NPC initiates an attack, it will turn into a red-named NPC.

But where is the Easter egg guy from earlier?

He attacked Zhang Yang, but his name on his phone turned green.

According to the game rules, Zhang Yang cannot actively attack green-named players.

The game rules that were so deeply ingrained in her mind were now contradicting each other! This is where her confusion comes from.

Of course, there's also the possibility that the "Easter Egg Guy's" move was just a feint, and even if Zhang Yang did nothing, he wouldn't have actually hurt her, but instead stopped at the last moment. However, Fan You didn't give her a chance to confirm it, grabbing her and running away.

"well--"

Zhang Yang rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

The joy of plundering the bandits of the Eastern Frontier was completely gone.

Fan You: "..."

Having such a lord is truly Qin Huang's revenge!

Several groups of Eastern rebels were making significant moves, forcing the young military officer to abandon his plan to search for Zhang Yang. He followed his left and right deputies back to the temporary camp, not even glancing at the prisoners whose hands were bound behind their backs.

"Explain yourself, what happened?"

This prisoner was also a former bandit from the Eastern Frontier. Not long ago, he was lurking near the temporary camp when he was spotted by a falcon patrolling the skies. He was quickly tied up and captured.

The prisoner stammered and refused to speak.

"You should know my methods."

The prisoner's gaze met that of the young military officer, and he shuddered violently.

Out of fear, he spilled all the information he could.

The young military officer and his two deputies were all stunned.

They hadn't expected that in just a few days, the various groups of Eastern bandits would be living such a vibrant life. Their granaries and treasuries had been raided by infiltrators, resulting in huge losses. Some suspected the young general's side was responsible, so they sent men to investigate, to see if they had any unexpected windfalls. However, they were caught before they could find out anything. The young general instinctively thought of Zhang Yang and his companion.

Both were stolen, and both occurred recently.

All of these things happened after she appeared.

To say that the two are unrelated would be a stretch.

But to say that it was solely their doing would be a stretch. When the young military officer met the two men, they were both empty-handed and had nothing on them, while the various groups of Eastern bandits had suffered huge losses!

The young military officer knew that some people could manipulate objects from thin air, and he also knew that this method couldn't carry many things: "Why don't you mention anything unusual about the day the theft occurred? Or is it that among you—someone stole from the premises and then framed you?"

In fact, it's more likely that the person in charge stole the money.

The prisoner's face suddenly turned red, and he opened his mouth to defend himself.

"No, impossible—"

He was met with a sneer: "You jackals, what's wrong with that?"

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Zhang Yang: It only says that green-named targets cannot be attacked, but it doesn't say what to do if a green-named target attacks me!