My lord, spare his life!

Wang Qi's accusations struck a nerve with Zhang Yang, instantly bringing to mind what she had learned over the past sixteen years.

"I just made the mistake that every Fury fan makes."

I just made the mistake that every aesthetics enthusiast makes.

"I just want to give every good child a home."

I just want to give every beautiful item a home.

"But then again, what exactly is wrong with this?"

Copying homework by following formulas is fast; you don't even need to think.

Zhang Yang took the initiative to back down and didn't insist on being the apparent owner of the Thousand-Mile Eyes. Can't we see her sincerity?

Wild Man is really stingy.

Chao Tan, who had been absent-minded the whole time: "..."

What are Lord Boyuan arguing about with Wang Gongsun?

"That's just sophistry."

Zhang Yang stared at Wang Qi expressionlessly for a while before calmly trying to mend their relationship, praising, "You can even use idioms now? Your learning progress these days is considerable; you're no longer the novice you once were. However, learning is for improving your knowledge, broadening your horizons, and cultivating your character, not for you to be unreasonable. Da Miao and Da Ji haven't even said a word of blame to me yet, and you, a former master, are already blaming me? Don't be so concerned about other people's star beasts, even if you live by the river."

What did Zhang Da Miao and Zhang Da Ji blame her for?

"Die!"

Chao Tan felt an overwhelming, undeniable killing intent pressing down upon her. Years of training allowed her to instantly shake off her melancholy mood. She raised her hand to the hilt of her sword, shifting from a casual sitting posture to a half-squatting position brimming with power, like a ferocious beast ready to tear at the enemy's vitals. Before she could even draw her sword, Wang Qi moved faster than she could.

The gleaming blade slashed down at Zhang Yang's head!

"Boyuan-kun, be careful!"

"It's alright!"

Zhang Yang had long anticipated Wang Qi's methods.

Even the fiercest cat, if its first attack fails to cause fatal damage, every subsequent claw strike is merely a gesture of affection.

He pulled out a long whip made of hundreds of golden cones from his game backpack. The whip was as flexible as a snake, and it wrapped around Wang Qi's wrist at a tricky angle. With a twist and a pull, not only could it cut off a wrist, but it could also cut a rock as thick as a waist in half.

Chao Tan: "...What...what should we do?"

Wang Qi's murderous intent was genuine; he truly intended to kill Zhang Yang. Chao Tan was about to intervene but was stopped by Zhang Yang. She even said with a smile, "Good child, just go play over there."

Chao Tan: "..."

As expected, Wang Qi had already reached a red-hot state.

She could only look to the other person present for help.

Guan Si asked her, "Do you want my help to kill Zhang Boyuan?"

Chao Tan: "..."

Were these two really Bo Yuanjun's generals?

Chao Tan's heart was also biased.

In her eyes, Zhang Yang was a powerful hero—generous, easygoing, chivalrous, and charismatic—and also the adoptive mother of Lü Yuan, making him practically one of her own. After the siege of Dizuo City was lifted, her favorability rating reached a new high.

The words and actions of Guan Yu and Wang Zixia were truly unworthy of their status as generals under Lord Boyuan. Although Lord Boyuan was a peerless warrior with a magnanimous heart and was not afraid of their narrow-minded tricks, their disrespect for their sovereign, their arrogance and lack of decorum, and their failure to fulfill their duties as generals were truly disliked.

Chao Tan also felt that it was not worth it for Bo Yuanjun.

I feel sorry for Bo Yuanjun.

Guan Si was precocious and grew up in a brothel. Even though he disdained to guess what others were thinking, the ability to read people's expressions was an innate talent ingrained in his bones. Therefore, he could see through Chao Tan's emotions at a glance. He twitched his lips slightly, then turned his face away, not wanting to look at the stupid face.

He then warned, "Keep an eye on your bird."

I reminded him last time, why doesn't he get it?

Zhang Yang and Wang Qi leaped onto the cliffside wall. Despite Wang Qi's wildly handsome face, his fighting style was bold and unrestrained; he'd cut someone down with a single blow rather than bother with a second. He was most conservative in this kind of fight, relying heavily on powerful, heavy blows. Zhang Yang, on the other hand, had spent sixteen years observing samples and participating in countless bizarre game instances. There was nothing Wang Qi couldn't do, and nothing Zhang Yang wouldn't pull off.

"Mountain spirit, try throwing me out again!"

Zhang Yang completely ignored his warnings.

Wang Qi was absolutely furious. His repeated slashes not only failed to vent his anger, but Zhang Yang also whipped him like a top.

The other party repeatedly threw him toward the cliff.

His momentum failed to materialize, and his moves were repeatedly interrupted.

Once, twice, three times...

Each time, it was like adding fuel to the fire, adding fuel to the flames.

until--

After a clearly audible tearing sound.

Chao Tan instinctively cried out "Ouch!", raised his hand to cover his eyes, turned his head away, and muttered, "Don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't look at what you shouldn't see."

She didn't see anything, but Wang Qi's clothing style was more primitive, wearing as little as possible, unlike Guan Si, who was dressed very conservatively, with ordinary armor and animal skin decorations on top. Guan Si's clothes were enough to make three or five sets for Wang Qi. One can imagine what it would look like if his belt were to be snapped.

Once the trousers are pulled down, the underwear can be seen.

Player Zhang Yang also quickly picked up the BOSS's drops.

Congratulations on obtaining "a broken belt"!

It turns out that people laugh when they are extremely angry.

Guan Si sneered: "A lecherous scoundrel who never learns his lesson."

Wang Qi felt a bit cold on his thigh.

Looking down, he saw the trousers lying on the wall. These trousers weren't made of fine silk or satin, but rather ordinary linen, a light brown color close to the fabric's natural hue. A deep red whip mark on the defined waistline stood out starkly against his tanned skin. He quickly grabbed a piece of animal hide, wrapped it around his waist to block Zhang Yang's view, and pulled up the trousers, but couldn't find the belt; it must have fallen off the cliff.

"What are you looking at!"

Zhang Yang honestly replied, "Look at the abs."

She concluded that the game's modeling designers probably hadn't seen what real abs look like. It could be due to laziness or the manual implementation of an anti-addiction system for players. Therefore, the male characters' abs not only look like a template, but also feel flat to the touch. The female characters' abs use the same model as the male characters.

Players who want to modify it will have to pay to recreate it.

It's no wonder that the observation samples always say that small workshops produce shoddy products, and game designers are even unwilling to spend more money to buy paid materials.

Wang Qi: "...Anything else?"

I remember last time the mountain ghost said he wanted to look at his thighs.

Zhang Yang blinked: "Is that something I can talk about?"

As everyone knows, this game produced by a small workshop is not a 30+ game; many modeled parts are off-limits to touch, and players are not allowed to have impure thoughts. Males… no, all male creatures in the game have been severely emasculated and weakened. For example, the loli uncle, whom Zhang Yang observed for a while, expressed disdain.

[The hot-swappable connectors included in the QQ store are more generous than those in the game; who gave the graphic designer the confidence to think this would attract attention?]

Zhang Yang was not familiar with this aspect, but he was certain that Wang Qi's conditions were at the level where the observed samples could harbor malicious intentions.

Wang Qi glanced at the indifferent artsy youth out of the corner of his eye.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Shut up!"

Zhang Yang asked, "What's he angry about now?"

Chao Tan only lowered his hand after Wang Qi's aura had dissipated.

She didn't even dare to speculate on how Wang Qi had left, still awkwardly clutching his waistband—because she saw a somewhat familiar broken belt in Zhang Yang's hand. Thinking of Zhang Yang's splendid and unassuming image, she figured the belt must have been picked up by Bo Yuanjun: "Bo Yuanjun, are you injured?"

Zhang Yang shook his head: "No."

The former leader of the savages probably had some internal injuries.

"Will he be angry?"

Chao Tan was more worried that the conflict would provoke Wang Qi to betray him.

Zhang Yang was puzzled: "Why are you angry? At this level of fighting, any kind of clothing would be damaged, right? I didn't intentionally break his belt; I just wanted to attack his vital points..."

It's unrealistic to expect something to be completely indestructible or only suffer a few symbolic tears. Zhang Yang suspected that Wang Qi was dressed so scantily because making clothes was too expensive. Zhang Yang's words only deepened Chao Tan's worries—the level of hatred for someone who accidentally broke their belt, deliberately damaged their belt, or intended to cause them to be childless is vastly different.

With this going on, Chao Tan no longer had time to reminisce about the past.

He was too busy worrying about Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang, however, continued feeding the Thousand-Mile Eyes as if nothing had happened.

Before going to sleep, he would praise Chao Tan for his keen eye for seeing things from afar.

Chao Tan regarded Thousand-Mile Eyes as his own flesh and blood, and Bo Yuan Jun praised Thousand-Mile Eyes, so she naturally felt honored. Thanks to Bo Yuan Jun's blessing and protection, Thousand-Mile Eyes had such a miraculous encounter today. In her view, it was only a matter of time before Thousand-Mile Eyes grew to adulthood or even transformed into a human.

Zhang Yang was getting ready to go to sleep.

The atmosphere under the eaves suddenly changed.

She got up and put on her coat, and someone at the door asked her something.

"Has Lord Boyuan gone to sleep?"

"Not yet, what is it?"

"It's Han Jun. His condition is quite critical right now."

Zhang Yang was wide awake: "I'll go take a look."

On the way, they encountered Chao Tan, who had also rushed over after receiving the news, and the two descended the mountain together. Chao Tan looked flustered and tried to explain, fearing that Zhang Yang would misunderstand. Zhang Yang spoke first, stopping her from saying what she was about to say.

"Let's go see Fulong first; there's no need to say anything else."

The two remained silent the entire way.

Out of respect for the Imperial City, and also out of affection for it, Zhang Yang ordered the reinforcements to set up camp directly at the foot of the mountain, without entering the Imperial City. While Zhang Yang was having a barbecue, Han Wo was organizing and counting his troops, tallying the casualties, the number of prisoners, and the spoils of war. There weren't many prisoners, but the spoils were considerable; even if the soldiers were rewarded strictly according to Zhang Yang's standards, there would still be a lot left over.

Without warning, Han Wo suddenly fell ill, clutching his chest.

His lips were pale and bluish, his face was bloodless, and his limbs were twitching.

His body's energy was disordered and out of control.

The military doctor diagnosed it as a precursor to the onset of the "Star-Slaying Demon," but upon further examination, he discovered that Han Wo's "Star-Slaying Demon" was actually a lustful demon. The doctor was stunned and immediately sent someone to find Zhang Yang. In this situation, the doctor had two options. One was to use unconventional methods to forcibly stabilize the lustful demon within Han Wo, allowing her to regain consciousness and decide whether to find her a man to resolve the immediate problem. The other option was to directly find Han Wo a man.

We captured quite a few prisoners today.

They can always find "medicinal catalysts" with excellent conditions.

However, Han Wo was Zhang Yang's subordinate, and the position of a lecherous man in the relationship between ruler and subject was very delicate, often equated with a lord's plaything in the public's perception. Who would be so foolish as to offend the lord's dignity? The reason a plaything is considered a plaything is because this status is forcibly bound by a shackle that can never be touched by a third party. The military doctor chose a non-restrictive cloth to bind Han Wo's hands and feet, and arranged guards to prevent strangers from approaching at will.

Message transmission is extremely fast.

Zhang Yang arrived shortly afterward.

Han Wo's pain did not lessen with Zhang Yang's approach, only his mind cleared slightly. He took a deep breath, suppressing the tearing pain coursing through his limbs, and said with a pale face, "It's alright if my lord sees me in such a sorry state, it's just—ugh!"

The sudden intensification of pain made him dizzy.

Instead of biting down on his teeth or tongue, Zhang Yang bit down on his wrist, drawing blood instantly. Zhang Yang paid no attention to the small number on the blood bar. She hadn't had time to stuff a gag into Han Wo's mouth, so she used her own hand.

After a while, the intense pain subsided slightly.

Han Wosong opened his teeth; the strong, metallic taste of blood in his mouth caused his stomach to spasm and convulse, forcing him to swallow several times to suppress it. Zhang Yang ignored the clearly visible, deep, bone-revealing teeth marks on his wrist: "What happened?"

Han Wo, his breath weak, said, "The remnants of Yin energy that fellow left on the battlefield were too heavy. I wasn't careful enough, and it affected my Yin-Yang balance... That's why the 'Star-Descending Calamity' flared up earlier than usual, and the reaction was more intense than before. My lord, don't worry, it's nothing serious..."

Each time she changes gender, she has to endure the pain of having flesh cut out and bones broken.

This time it will just hurt more.

Because he maintained his health well, Han Wo's attacks of the "Star-Slaying Vengeance" were very regular, occurring roughly once every six months. He would prepare in advance to ensure everything went smoothly. This time, however, it was forced to occur two months earlier, catching him off guard. He was experienced, so there was no danger.

Zhang Yang: "Is there anything I can do?"

Han Wo originally wanted to say that Zhang Yang couldn't be of much help, and that as a woman, she would only make him feel worse. But as soon as the words reached his lips, he realized something was wrong—this time the pain was more intense and overwhelming than ever before, yet his mind was unusually clear. He changed his words on the spot.

"It's good that the lord is here; there's no need to do anything more."

Zhang Yang nodded: "Yes, I'm here."

Han Wo was about to express his gratitude, but the tearing pain from his bones prevented him from speaking a complete sentence. He stopped biting Zhang Yang's wrist and instead bit the cloth that the army doctor had folded and brought him. In a state of unconsciousness, he desperately dug into anything he could touch until his fingernails were torn off, leaving a bloody mess, and then he broke free of the strips of cloth binding his hands and feet.

The hair ornament fell apart and the hair bun came undone.

His already handsome features seemed to have lost some of their sharp lines, becoming more rounded and soft. Zhang Yang swiftly caught the person who was about to roll off the bed, until the taut touch under his palm gradually softened. Han Wo's eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with molten lead, and the shrill cries of lust within him made him unable to hear anything, his consciousness being dragged into some kind of dark and chaotic world.

The military doctor remained on high alert the entire time.

"Why is Fulong not making a sound?"

His breathing is very weak, is he going to die?

His health bar still looked full, and the negative status effects above his head didn't seem fatal. The medic stepped forward to check his pulse, bowed, and replied, "My lord, Lord Han has fallen into a deep sleep."

Zhang Yang: "...Then what should we do?"

She wasn't sure if Han Wozheng had passed away. What if he had let go and that lustful ghost started to act up again?

The military doctor tentatively asked, "Wait until Han Jun wakes up?"

Zhang Yang: "..."

Listening to the Lord's words is like listening to the words.

Zhang Yang leaned against a low table and dozed off for a while, maintaining the same posture. Han Wo looked like a child soundly asleep in his mother's arms. The candlelight inside the tent was fairly bright, but it couldn't illuminate Guan Si's mood. He asked Zhang Yang, "Are you like this to everyone?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"Such universal love, or rather, promiscuity."

"Fulong is a female ruler." Han Wo's current attack of the Star-Descent technique will likely cause her to revert to the female gender that her skin was born with, and her gender identity is also female. "She also has a proper family. Don't talk nonsense and ruin people's family relationships. When faced with a weak and pitiful person, I always tend to see them as a child."

Because it poses no threat whatsoever.

What harm is there in her being kind and tolerant?

Showing one's fangs indiscriminately, regardless of the circumstances, not only fails to make others treat one with respect, but is also a sign of cowardice and insecurity. Zhang Yang's strength is enough to make her tolerant and magnanimous towards any being.

She doesn't understand human emotions, but she can observe, analyze, and imitate. Therefore, in the eyes of many observation subjects who have good relationships with her, she is a very worthy and friendly friend.

This applies to her as a friend or relative of other players, and also to her as the lord of Fan You, Han Wo, and others. Many people might mistakenly believe that they are very important to her because of this, but this is not her fault; it is the rich emotions of humanity that lead them to make the wrong judgment.

Zhang Yang could barely accept the term "universal love".

But she doesn't like promiscuity; it's a derogatory term.

"You should reflect on why you harbored resentment." Zhang Yang let Han Wo rest her head on his lap. As the candlelight and shadows inside the tent swayed rhythmically, Han Wo's once-fitting robes seemed much looser. Zhang Yang placed his hand on her hair. "Speaking of which, your heart is not very broad in this respect; you have no tolerance for others."

Name: Zhang Yang, courtesy name Boyuan

Age: Unknown (disguised)

[Powers]: Tianyue County, Chesi County, Zongzheng County, Zongren County, Bodu County, Dizuo City (85% progress)

[Stars]: None available

[Talent]: Extravagant spending

Loyalty: -33 (a bit far off from the target)

[Morality]: 35 (Why is it still so low?)

[Intelligence]: 43 (beginning to take human form)

[Ambition]: 100 (Max)

[Title]: Godmother (Weared for a while, can be changed)

[Current Status]: You're no longer just a lowly prefect! Strive to unite your makeshift team!

With her intelligence level of 43, she is no longer the same person with intelligence level of 38!

Guan Si remained silent.

Zhang Yang didn't ask him to give an answer.

People like Guan Si are far more complex than any of the observation samples she's encountered in her sixteen years of work—she thought the observation samples were enough to baffle her, until she met people like Guan Si. They are emotionally rich, but not pure. Their liking isn't pure liking, nor is their hatred pure hatred. The observation samples are different; they are quick to repay kindness and vengeance, their hatred is straightforward, their love is straightforward, and they are direct and to the point.

A typical example is how players treat game designers. As long as the game designers behave even slightly like human beings, they will praise them without reservation and show them great affection. But if the game designers do a bad job, the sweet treats will turn into slaps, leaving the designers completely bewildered.

"Can't you just like things in a simpler way?"

Her peach-blossom eyes reflected not only the candlelight inside the tent, but also Guan Si's desolate and distorted face: "Why don't you daydream!"

Zhang Yang said seriously, "It's dark, we can't do it."

Guan Si: "..."

Zhang Yang stayed up all night, yawning.

Chao Tan, seemingly afraid of disturbing Zhang Yang, asked him softly if he wanted breakfast.

Zhang Yang had run out of boxed lunches in his game inventory. He replenished them and bought some local specialties during a break in the battle, but the thought of those things made him lose his appetite.

She glanced at her stamina: "Just make some porridge."

You should at least restore your stamina to over 80%.

Before the hot porridge was even served, Han Wo woke up first.

At first, her voice was hoarse and rough, but after a few light coughs, it became much clearer and more shrill. Her voice was no longer deep and masculine, but rather possessed a uniquely feminine quality. Looking at her appearance, her features weren't much different from yesterday, still retaining a hint of masculinity, but anyone with discerning eyes could immediately recognize her as a female ruler. Han Wo looked down at his disheveled, loose, and wrinkled clothes: "All done? How long has it been?"

Could it be that I've delayed the lord's important business?

Zhang Yang said, "I slept for more than three hours."

Han Wo subconsciously asked, "Only three and a half hours?"

Previously, the process of cutting flesh and breaking bones took five to seven days to complete a true gender transition. Anything shorter meant severe physical defects that would last for six months. While not permanent, the emotional changes caused by the physical disability would affect her judgment. Han Wo, disregarding the presence of others, instinctively raised her hand to cover her chest; the curve was normal. She then looked down—thankfully covered by blankets—and found that also normal.

Could it be that the defect is not on the surface but inside the body?

Zhang Yang: "What's wrong?"

Han Wo stiffened: "My lord..."

Zhang Yang did not pursue her earlier arrogant and impolite behavior: "Now that you're awake, if you feel alright, wash up and have something to eat to replenish your strength. The army doctor has already prescribed you some nourishing medicine."

Han Wo cupped his hands in greeting: "Yes, thank you for your concern, my lord."

Chao Tan stared at Han Wo as if he were looking at some rare and precious treasure.

She knew that lustful spirits could transcend gender, but she had never witnessed it firsthand. Even now, seeing it, she still finds it unbelievable.

Fortunately, Han Wo's face is beautiful whether he's a man or a woman. If he were ugly, ugly as a man and ugly as a woman, that would be really troublesome: "Lord Boyuan let Lord Han Wo rest his head on his lap all night."

Why not mention things that could make someone owe you a favor?

Bo Yuanjun was kind and benevolent, but Chao Tan was not.

Her intention was to make Han Wo remember Bo Yuanjun's favor and serve him wholeheartedly in the future. Having been pointed out like this, Han Wo finally remembered the situation when he woke up. Seeing the creases in the fabric on Zhang Yang's knees, he realized that Chao Tan's words were true.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"Very good, but the time was unexpectedly short."

"short?"

"It used to take five to seven days."

Zhang Yang couldn't help but recall Han Wo's state yesterday.

When the game designers were writing the code for her NPC, they not only gave her a human appearance, but also seemed to have given her a skewed cybernetic heart. So, she had a strange thought that came to her mind—it was good that Fan Shuyan didn't choose Han Fulong's path, even if it was more troublesome, it was better than suffering this hardship.

Around noon, Zhang Daji delivered the good news to Guan Zong.

"Haha, a fat sheep delivered right to my door, it melts in my mouth."

All of this is thanks to the lord's generosity.

On the same day, Wang Ba led his troops across Hejian Pass and arrived at Dou County.

? ?|??w?`)

? Observation sample: Relatives and friends are so nice.

Zhang Yang: To accommodate a weakling.