My lord, spare his life!

Zhang Yang was in a good mood at the moment.

A message just popped up in the system log.

Congratulations on earning the title "Pretty Boy"!

[Pretty Boy: When you hear someone call you a "pretty boy," a strange feeling will flash through your mind. Wearing this item will boost your self-perception of attractiveness by 100%, and increase the dislike you receive from those with negative reputations by 100%. As a pretty boy, no one can surpass you in looks, not even the goddess Nuwa!]

This title is truly unique.

This meant that even her enemies couldn't deny her good looks or acknowledge the superiority of her original character model. Thinking this, Zhang Yang quickly put on the still-warm "pretty boy" costume.

"You, you—thief, your life is forfeit!"

"Heh, you call yourself a close friend? Seeing your close friend's head here, your anger is so shallow?" Zhang Yang was clueless about emotions and naturally couldn't understand the anger of a stranger. His first words were provocative and humiliating, enough to make anyone furious.

"You damned scoundrel, take this!"

The enemy's rage instantly spiked, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You damned scoundrel, I will never let you live under the same sky!" His rage turned the star power around him crimson, and his bursting blood and qi overflowed from his pores, turning into a hazy blood mist. As he charged forward, Zhang Yang saw his ferocious face, which was now black with a reddish tinge of rage.

"What else do you want to call me? Go ahead and curse me, I'm listening." Zhang Yang glanced at the system log out of the corner of his eye, disappointed, no surprise.

Even from forty or fifty feet away, Lu Yuan could clearly hear the man's furious, hoarse roars and curses, and equally impossible to ignore was his stepmother's nonchalant provocation and humiliation. Every word, though devoid of profanity, was enough to break one's defenses.

A sense of relief also arose spontaneously.

Lu Yuan was relieved that his adoptive mother was his adoptive mother, not his enemy.

Imagine if I ever encountered an enemy like my stepmother. Putting aside whether I could suppress her in terms of strength, I wouldn't gain any advantage in a verbal battle, and I might even be driven to my death by anger.

"Learn from her, that's the kind of person a good candidate for challenging the enemy. Before the troops even move, the commander-in-chief has already been angered to death by her." Lu Yuan was still shaken and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for the enemy.

The screams and rage of the weak are nothing more than amusement for the enemy. With his best friend's head hanging on the enemy's spear, the enemy swings the spear with the head with great force, while he himself is driven to a dead end.

Zhe Meng, on the other side of the battlefield, also had the same idea.

"Did my stepmother really not descend from the heavens?" Such a vicious mouth, such cruel tricks, her mental state is truly unlike that of a person in the mortal world. Even ghosts in the underworld would want to flee in terror at the sight of her.

The burly woman possessed superhuman strength and was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted. She could wield an axe and clash head-on with Zhang Yang's gold brick for dozens of rounds. The man, on the other hand, was more skillful and agile, but his strength was far inferior to that of his fallen friend. Naturally, he was no match for Zhang Yang's gold brick.

The gold brick looked bigger than the palm of your hand, but it weighed over a ton.

The impact was so severe that not only did his internal organs churn and shift, but his meridians and blood flowed in reverse. Even with the man's skillful manipulation, he only managed to deflect some of the impact, leaving his hand on his hand torn and bleeding. Zhang Yang, however, remained perfectly calm and composed, his breathing unchanged.

"You're not that tough either. Since your health bar is still decent, why don't you surrender to me and I'll spare your life?"

A man's health bar is not as terrifying as a burly woman's, only about one-third.

But his basic panel is still viewable.

Zhang Yang glanced at the severed head hanging from the spear, and at the man who had gone mad with rage, a sense of resentment rising within her. Simply put, she was jealous. Why was Sun Ban's talent pool so much better than hers? Every single subordinate she picked up on the battlefield was a well-rounded and impressive stat-based unit. The last stat-monster had even rejected her battlefield offer, preferring to die for Sun Ban.

The man before me is willing to risk his life for his best friend, and is indirectly a loyal follower of Sun Ban.

"There are countless trees in the world, forming a forest. Why hang yourself on a crooked tree?" Zhang Yang chuckled, his words a mockery from the player faction. "You only have one neck. How will you know which tree is the most suitable for hanging if you don't try your hand at hanging from every single one?"

"Witch, stop spreading your lies!"

"No, no, this title won't work. Change it again." Zhang Yang twisted his waist to avoid the killing move, leaped into the air, his waist and abdomen almost touching the opponent's gun barrel, spun around and went against the trend, the gold brick had somehow turned into a short blade the length of an arm.

Hold the knife in reverse and use the short blade to make a diagonal upward cut.

The blade slid in at a tricky angle, tracing the dangling chainmail plates, aiming straight for his throat. Instead of cutting into flesh as expected, the blade struck a thick, cold neck guard. Sparks flew, and the man staggered back several steps in horror.

The neck brace wasn't broken, but it couldn't make the man feel safe anymore.

"The protection is quite thorough. Why didn't you give your best friend a set too?" With a flick of her wrist, the short sword instantly transformed into her heavy, substantial gold brick. "If she had armor like yours, she wouldn't have lost her head. She could have held out for at least the third or fourth blow. You all work like slaves for her, and Sun Zhaoruo didn't even provide her with any office supplies?"

Zhang Yang's question was quite unreasonable.

Armor would be more of a burden than a protection for a burly woman, whose style is inherently bold and aggressive. Moreover, her enormous size would mean adding at least a hundred pounds of weight to her body if she were to wear armor. Even without armor, she could condense her qi into a protective aura, and ordinary villains would be cleaved in two with a single axe blow before they could even break through her defenses. This was far more cost-effective than armor.

However, this question is indeed quite damaging.

The burly woman wasn't valued under Sun Ban; otherwise, she wouldn't have been relegated to the sidelines. Being unappreciated meant few rewards and fewer opportunities to earn merit. Furthermore, acquiring a set of armor and its maintenance was a heavy burden for her. As her close friend, how could he not know her predicament?

He wanted to offer financial assistance but was refused due to his friendship with a friend.

My lord has shown me great kindness, and I wish to repay him with boundless gratitude. There will be other opportunities in the future, so what's the harm in waiting a little longer?

Her style is indeed not suited to wearing armor.

The man was persuaded and realized that what she said made sense.

With her exceptional talent, how could she not rise to prominence one day? It's only a matter of time before she achieves military merit.

Who would have thought they would encounter such an anomaly as Zhang Yang?

His dearest friend not only couldn't kill Zhang Yang with brute force, but Zhang Yang also cut off his head, which was then displayed triumphantly on a long spear by that pervert. Even in death, he suffered the utter humiliation inflicted upon him by the villain!

Reason told the man that Zhang Yang was talking nonsense.

But his emotions were already out of control.

The same sentence keeps replaying in my mind uncontrollably—

Why didn't you get your best friend to wear the same outfit?

"Aaaaaahh ...

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"I'm going to kill you, kill you—"

His eyes were stained pitch black by the Yin energy, which erupted simultaneously with the star power. Waves of energy rippled outwards from him, causing the rain to flow backwards. A phantom shadow, tinged with black and red, burst forth from his back and lunged at Zhang Yang.

puff--

A golden spear pierced the head of the dark figure.

It didn't miss the knife marks on the neck guard by even a fraction.

"Did Sun Zhao poison you? One by one..." Zhang Yang tried to tame the red-named players, but failed twice.

With a slash and a flick of the spear, the ornament was transformed into two human heads.

The game system includes a pet-catching feature.

Pets can be categorized into several main types, including humanoid pets. Compared to other pets, humanoid pets are much rarer to obtain. Some dungeon bosses can be defeated, and players can acquire a humanoid pet modeled after the boss. They can also be obtained by defeating or capturing them in specific wilderness maps. For all pets, the rule is that the lower their health, the higher their capture probability.

And this world—

Zhang Yang discovered a similar way of playing.

For example, how can enemy prisoners of war captured in battle not be considered "human-shaped pets"? If ordinary prisoners of war are acceptable, why can't mid- to high-ranking military officers be treated the same? Subdue them, capture them alive, have them surrender, and then they will become her subordinates.

Um--

Isn't this better than most pets in games that just blindly follow players and are only good for looking at but have no other function?

They can all help in the fight.

Undeterred, she scanned the dense sea of ​​red names, her gaze immediately locking onto a target with a particularly long and thick health bar among the many red-named individuals. Leaping over someone's head, she charged towards her target: "Surrender, and your grandma will spare your life today!"

With just one sentence, she drew the target's hatred to her side.

"presumptuous!"

Zhang Yang's character model was far from mature, and her chosen target already possessed a graying beard. His beard was white, his cheeks lined with wrinkles, and he appeared aged and wiry. This general was directing operations, but he hadn't expected the enemy to be so arrogant, ignoring the thrusting spears, the arrows, and the charging shields, resolutely crossing the throngs of people and overcoming countless illusions, all to choose him alone!

Two human heads were still hanging on the thief's spear.

The heads were mangled and bloodied, making facial features difficult to discern. However, the cloth wrapped around one person's head and the helmet worn by the other made them relatively easy to identify. The lord might not recognize them, but the veteran general, being their superior, could spot them at a glance.

He immediately flew into a rage and began to curse loudly.

The old man is shrewd and his insults are more sophisticated than the previous two.

He spoke quickly, urgently, and with a cracking voice. Zhang Yang's listening and reading abilities weren't up to real-time translation, so he could only read the system logs. However, the emotional impact of written words couldn't match the raw emotion of a live performance, and the psychological attack on Zhang Yang was less than 10%.

"Look at you, you're getting on in years. Why don't you abandon your evil ways and come to me? I guarantee you'll be treated better than Sun Ban."

Lu Yuan's voice traveled across the crowd to her ears.

"Godmother—that old scoundrel's surname is Sun!"

The old man was a relative of Sun Ban.

The stepmother shouldn't approach every single person she meets and start recruiting!

Zhang Yang said, "Shuyan once said that when recommending officials from outside the family, one should not avoid those who have enemies, nor should one avoid those who are relatives. What's wrong with Sun Zhaoruo's relatives? Can't they be used?"

Ritsumoto: "..."

The adoptive mother's heart wasn't just big enough to hold a boat, but big enough to encompass rivers, seas, and lakes. The key issue wasn't whether she could actually use it. Any normal person wouldn't think that the adoptive mother, despite her humble background, genuinely sought out talented individuals; instead, they would think she was deliberately stirring up trouble.

Overwhelmed by her adoptive mother's response, Lü Yuan's hand trembled, and her spear veered off course. The spear tip became lodged in a gap in the enemy's weapon, unable to be pulled back for a moment. She decisively abandoned any attempt to force it back, instead channeling immense stellar energy into the spear. Crimson and purple flames surged along the shaft to the tip, erupting into a fiery serpent with wings on its head, instantly softening the armor. Lü Yuan crossed her hands, rotating the spear shaft close to her waist, the flaming spearhead sweeping across an open area, greatly relieving the pressure on her.

The raindrops falling from the sky and the enemy's blood were instantly burned into a hazy mist upon contact with the flames, sizzling loudly: "Again!"

"Lü Bafeng, you treacherous servant! Don't stop me!"

I heard that Lu Yuan had taken another godmother. I didn't expect it to be true. I never expected to run into that bastard Lu Yuan on the battlefield.

Lu Yuan blocked the opponent's path with a single shot.

As a social butterfly with friends throughout the mountainous region, Lü Yuan naturally recognized her current rival. If she remembered correctly, it was a member of the Sun clan who had promoted her opponent. The two were essentially teacher and student, and their careers were closely intertwined.

When a mentor is in trouble, a disciple naturally goes to his aid.

However, Lu Yuan brazenly blocked the other party's path.

"Do you want to go and get yourself killed?"

With her silver tongue, the adoptive mother couldn't persuade anyone to submit. If someone refused her offer of service, she would string their head onto a long spear and use it as an ornament. While others' ornaments were jingling trinkets, hers were human heads.

"roll!"

"I don't want my adoptive mother's spear to have any more burdens." The weight of a human head is also a weight, which greatly affects the feel of the spear. As a considerate adopted daughter, she naturally wants to share her adoptive mother's burdens in every way. "Don't spoil my adoptive mother's mood. Let her enjoy herself."

"Lü Bafeng, you son of a bitch—"

In a fit of extreme anxiety and anger, the other person abandoned all restraint, unleashing a barrage of vulgar insults upon Lu Yuan. However, no matter how fierce the barking, it was useless. Lu Yuan remained completely unfazed; after all, it wasn't her mentor who was about to ascend to heaven.

Her brows relaxed, and her smile was pleasant.

"Come on, shout it twice more so your sister can hear it."

"I'll fuck you %￥#*&……￥##&……"

Lu Yuandao said, "This can only be considered a statement of facts, right?"

As long as a person is young, they have the energy to do anything, especially since he was only seventeen or eighteen years old at the time. No matter how much the other person cursed or how anxious they were, as long as he thought about the other person's age at the time and their current situation, Lu Yuan chose to be lenient and tolerant, and his emotions remained calm: "Young man, don't get angry. Getting angry will harm your health and make you look bad."

The spear precisely pierced the opponent's breastplate straps.

Faced with such a shameless person, the other party was helpless, and several attempts to break through the defenses were thwarted by the impenetrable gunfire. Lu Yuan seized the opportunity and shot the other party in the back of the knee. Seeing that he was determined to keep going until he hit a brick wall, he sighed, "Don't go, you'll die."

She wouldn't protect the person her adoptive mother wanted to kill, but she might secretly lend a hand to those who hadn't yet been brought to her death.

"Sun Zhaoruo's ship is destined to capsize." Lu Yuan's voice was low and serious, lacking the previous playful and frivolous tone. "Don't you see the current situation? Even if Sun Zhaoruo could sprout wings and fly away tonight, he would be severely weakened and would have to gather his remaining forces and retreat."

One step back leads to another.

Morale will only continue to plummet into an irreversible abyss.

"You're still young, why waste your life!"

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How did the college entrance exam go today?