Chapter 5 I have a good temper [Please collect and recommend~]

The tasks issued by the system should not be false.

Since the system thinks that Beiluo City is about to fall, to a large extent, Dad's confidence is just a mysterious self-confidence.

Lu Fan felt a little annoyed. Was it such a high-risk mission right at the beginning?

However, defending a city is relatively easier than attacking it.

Although the governor of Beijun led an army of 50,000 to attack the city, Lu Changkong was not an ordinary defender.

"Sister Ning, how many defenders do we have in Beiluo City?"

Lu Fan asked.

"Sir... With the master here, you don't need to worry about these problems."

Ning Zhao said seriously.

Sir, life is already tiring enough, so you don't need to worry about these trivial matters.

"I'm just asking..."

Lu Fan smiled.

"Beiluo City has 20,000 troops. If we add the private armies of the three major families and other small families in the city, we can probably gather a garrison of 25,000 people. It will be difficult for the Beijun army to break through Beiluo City."

Ning Zhaodao.

She is not an ordinary maid, and she also has her own analysis of the battle situation in Beiluo City.

"Three great families?"

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

The most likely reason why a city that was as strong as a rock could fall, apart from external factors, was that it started to rot from within.

Is it possible that the three great families and the governor of Beijun are colluding with each other internally and externally?

Lu Fan tapped lightly with his slender fingers on the thin blanket covering his thighs.

"Sister Ning, do you think the three great families... will turn against us?"

Lu Fan thought about it and spoke.

Ning Zhao was stunned. She raised her beautiful hand to hold her black hair, frowned slightly, and shook her head slightly, "Impossible... The three great families would never dare to do that."

"After all, the master is the only master warrior in Beiluo City, and he still has a lot of prestige in the city."

Lu Fan's eyes flickered slightly. "The Zhou Dynasty has been stirred up into a turmoil. Doesn't the emperor have any prestige? In this world, interests are important. Relying on prestige alone will not work."

"Sister Ning, push me to guard the city wall."

Ning Zhao's expression changed slightly: "Sir, it's very dangerous on the city wall."

"Sister Ning, don't forget that I was touched on the head by an immortal."

Lu Fan chuckled.

He had a premonition that for a long time to come, this imaginary immortal would become a shield for his actions.

Ning Zhao took a deep breath. She sensed the spiritual energy surging in her dantian and lower abdomen, and her expression was gloomy and uncertain.

In the end, she chose to believe Lu Fan.

After all, the young master is the one who holds the key to changing the world's situation.

So, Ning Zhao pushed Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and left the Lu Mansion.

Yi Yue and Ni Yu came to their senses and hurried to follow.

…

Beiluo City, defending the city.

Lu Changkong, dressed in cold armor with a Qingfeng sword on his waist, stood there with a cold brow and a murderous aura.

Around him, powerful soldiers and generals stood with their swords drawn.

Under the city built with mottled boulders.

There was a densely packed army forming an array, surrounding the Beiluo City tightly.

In front of the city gate, a muscular man with bare upper body and totemic patterns on his bronze skin was standing on his horse with a sword in hand, shouting and cursing with foam at the mouth.

In front of this tough guy, there was a corpse that was split in half along with the horse. The corpse fell to the ground, and blood gushed out, soaking the yellow sand.

Lu Changkong's face looked a little ugly.

"What is this person's name?"

Lu Changkong did not turn around, but just asked the soldiers around him coldly.

"My Lord, this man is Feng Shi, a fierce general from Northern County, born with supernatural powers, and a general under the command of Northern County Governor Tan Tai Xuan."

The soldiers' faces were equally grim.

The two armies fought and challenged each other in front of the army. The general of Beiluo City was killed by Feng Shi in just three moves, along with his horse. He didn't even have time to retreat back to the city. It was a slap in the face.

This was a major blow to the morale of the defenders of Beiluo City.

"This person is quite powerful, and he is a top-notch expert. Is there anyone in Beiluo City who dares to fight him?"

One of Lu Changkong's trusted generals asked with a cold face.

Lu Changkong's eyes were deep and sharp, staring straight at the army under the city.

Looking at the military tent in the distance, it seemed as if he could see through it and look into the eyes of the powerful people inside.

"He is a top-notch warrior who has innate supernatural powers. What is Tan Tai Xuan up to?"

Lu Changkong thought in his heart.

Even under his command, there are not many first-rate warriors.

Especially a top-notch warrior like Feng Shi.

Under the city.

Feng Shi was a man of sturdy build, with long, vigorous hair tied into braids on his head, and a wild and unrestrained posture.

He rode a horse, carrying a saber on his back, and shouted curses at the foot of the city.

"Do you dare to come down and fight me, you common man from Beiluo City?!"

"Lu Changkong, you are a dog-like thing, and you only hide in the city?"

"What kind of rubbish did you send out? I just chopped it off with one strike. I'm not satisfied at all!"

"Hahaha! Lu Pifu, I heard that your son Lu Fan is paralyzed in bed, but he is very fair and tender. Why don't you give him to me? My soldiers like fair and tender people!"

…

Feng Shi laughed loudly and roughly, and the horse under him neighed with hot air from its nose.

The defenders in Beiluo City all had angry looks on their faces.

The many powerful men around Lu Changkong clenched their fists.

They begged Lu Changkong to send them to fight.

But, unfortunately, Lu Changkong did not do as they wished.

As the only martial master in Beiluo City, he is well aware of the strength of his subordinates.

Feng Shi is a top-notch warrior with natural supernatural powers. Unless a master takes action, ordinary first-class warriors are no match for him in a one-on-one fight.

If his men went there, they would only die in vain.

So, Lu Changkong didn't say anything.

His eyes moved sideways and swept coldly, landing on Feng Shi who was riding a horse.

Although it is normal for two armies to challenge and curse each other before the battle, but... this person's mouth is really stinky.

There's nothing wrong with insulting Lu Changkong.

What’s even more hateful is that this person even dragged out his son Lu Fan to humiliate him.

Lu Fan is Lu Changkong's Achilles' heel!

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Lu Changkong put his hand on the sword at his waist, murderous intent in his eyes, and suddenly turned around.

The breathing of many soldiers paused, and excitement flashed in their eyes.

The city lord who is a master warrior wants to do it himself? !

"You guys, guard the city gates and pay attention to the people from the three great families. If they dare to act recklessly, cut off their heads and wait for me to return."

Lu Changkong arrived at the city gate and spoke softly to his trusted men.

The trusted generals were all startled and nodded solemnly.

The next moment.

Lu Changkong jumped onto a Ferghana horse with shiny fur all over its body.

He squeezed his legs together and the reins were raised high.

The sound of neighing horses exploded.

The city gates were wide open.

The horse treads on the green bricks, raising dust.

Like a sharp spear, it rushed out of Beiluo City.

…

Because the army was attacking the city, the people in Beiluo City all hid in their houses.

The streets in the city became deserted and very quiet.

Crunch...

The sound of the wooden wheels of the wheelchair rubbing against the ground was resounding.

A graceful and mature woman, with her soft hands on the handles, pushed the wheelchair slowly towards the city gate.

In a wheelchair, there was a young man in a white shirt sitting quietly, with a thin wool blanket spread across his legs. He supported his chin with one hand and gently tapped the blanket with the other hand.

In terms of the cold and aloof temperament, it is just right.

On the right side of the wheelchair, a maid with a foxy face, wearing a beige gauze skirt and a long whip on her waist, followed with her head lowered.

On the left side of the wheelchair, a maid with a bit of baby fat and double buns was trotting and holding an umbrella for the boy.

It was Lu Fan and his three maids.

This peculiar combination stands out on the quiet streets.

suddenly.

A rough laugh like a loud bell came from outside the city.

Although the sound was weakened a lot after being transmitted from such a long distance, it was still audible to warriors with sharp ears and eyes.

"Hahaha! Lu Pifu, I heard that your son Lu Fan is paralyzed in bed, but he is very fair and tender. Why don't you give him to me? My soldiers like fair and tender people!"

Lu Fan couldn't hear clearly.

However, he felt vaguely that someone seemed to be praising his handsomeness.

Although he has a system, however, according to the system panel, his physical strength is only 0.5, which makes him a weakling who cannot even lift a finger.

However, Ning Zhao and Yi Yue heard it very carefully.

Ning Zhao's expression suddenly fell, and a cold murderous intent appeared on her beautiful face.

Yi Yue also bit her teeth lightly, her slender hands resting on the long whip at her waist, her eyes revealing murderous intent.

Ni Yu, on the other hand, had a confused look on her face. She was in the same situation as Lu Fan, she couldn't hear anything and just hummed and panted while holding the umbrella.

Ning Zhao pushed the wheelchair so fast that Ni Yu had to jog to keep up.

"Sister Ning, what is that guy outside the city shouting?"

Lu Fan asked, supporting his chin with one hand and smoothing out the wrinkles on the thin blanket on his knees with the other hand.

"Sir, I didn't shout anything."

Ning Zhao lost his murderous intent and smiled as beautiful as a flower.

Lu Fan rolled his eyes. Did he think he couldn't sense the murderous intent Ning Zhao had just revealed? "It doesn't matter. Tell the young master boldly. The young master has been bedridden for so many years. He has long been accustomed to hearing rumors. He has a peaceful mind and can watch the flowers in front of the courtyard bloom and fall, and the clouds roll and unfold in the sky. He has a good temper."

Lu Fan chuckled.

Ning Zhao still just smiled and said nothing.

I don't believe you.

Because of his leg disease, Lu Fan had a very bad temper, and Ning Zhao, as a maid, was well aware of this.

"Itsuki, go ahead."

Lu Fan had no choice but to look at Yi Yue who was holding an umbrella.

Yi Yue hesitated for a moment and didn't want to say anything, but she still needed the young master to grant her immortality, so she didn't dare to disobey. She opened her mouth obediently and repeated Feng Shi's words from outside the city.

She hasn't finished yet.

Lu Fan took a deep breath and covered his chest.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"My chest feels stuffy and uncomfortable... My liver hurts so much, sir."

Are you so angry that your liver hurts?

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue: "..."

Who can swear with all his heart that he has a good temper? !

(End of this chapter)