Chapter 3 A lamb thrown into the tiger's den... A man should have the spirit of a man...
Fu Yun thought to herself: This guy is not only handsome, but he also seems to be quite skilled. He is also very well-dressed, so he must come from a wealthy family.
He now understood the man in black's earlier reaction. After all, this was a matriarchal dynasty, where women held an incomparably noble status, ruling over everything in the world and standing proudly above all others; while men were of lowly status, serving as slaves and servants, at the mercy of others.
However, Fu Yun still found it somewhat unbelievable. The idea that men shouldn't go out was clearly deeply ingrained in his younger brother, who showed absolutely no dissatisfaction.
As a man, what was his mindset when he said that?
Could it be that they have long since become accustomed to it, believing that female superiority and male inferiority is the normal system of the country, and have long lost the ambition to fight for a place?
Thinking of this, Fu Yun shuddered, feeling that this country was too terrifying. Recalling the men she had seen at the Su residence in the past two days, none of them had the spirit of a real man. They were all rookies and had no intimidating power whatsoever.
This young man is relatively normal, but unfortunately, although he is handsome, his mind has been so corrupted, which is a real waste of a good talent.
Fu Yun felt that if he had the chance in the future, he must correct this person's thinking, otherwise he would really be letting down God's favor towards him.
Thinking of this, he asked, "What's your name?"
"Zhilan".
The man in black answered all questions.
Fu Yun didn't quite hear: "Zi Lan?"
The man in black remained silent for a moment, then nodded.
Fu Yun: "Indeed, the person lives up to their name."
"And you?"
Fu Jun subconsciously answered, "Fu..." but he quickly corrected himself, "Su, my name is Su Zixin."
Man in black: "Su Tan's daughter?"
Fu Yun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Xiao Ba had said that the head of the Su family had this name.
So he nodded without asking how the other person knew, after all, the Su family was extremely wealthy before their decline.
He peered out of the alley onto the street, but seeing no one around, he felt relieved and went outside.
Fu Yun looked up at Zhi Lan, but before she could speak, a commotion arose from the alley: "He can't have gone far, go check over there."
It was Su Zi's voice.
Fu Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately began searching around, trying to find a place to hide.
Just then, the sound of horses' hooves echoed through the street.
"Damn it!" Fu Yun couldn't help but curse in her mind. Were they going to launch a pincer attack?
"Looking for you?"
Zhilan asked casually.
Fu Yun: "Yes."
Upon hearing this, Zhilan jumped down from the roof, grabbed Fu Jun's wrist, and whispered, "Come with me."
Fu Yun: "?" Wasn't he waiting for someone?
Zhilan carried Fu Jun onto the roof again, scaling the eaves and moving swiftly.
Fu Yun was terrified, fearing that if she lost her footing, she would bring her companion down with her.
Fortunately, his worries were unnecessary; the guy next to him was ridiculously skilled.
After crossing several streets, the two finally left the bustling city.
Fu Yun was sweating profusely and panting heavily, exhausted from running.
Running such a short distance and already panting like someone with asthma, this body's physical condition is extremely poor; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a third-degree disabled person.
Looking at Zilan again, his face was not red and he was not out of breath, as if he had just taken a simple walk.
Comparing yourself to others is truly infuriating.
He had never felt so frustrated in his entire life.
When that unfortunate little bus introduced itself, it mentioned that it was one of the systems within a large development platform. So why didn't it sell functional drinks that enhance physical fitness?
Xiao Ba shrank into a ball and hid in a corner of Fu Jun's mind without making a sound, hoping to reduce his presence.
President Fu is currently unaware that their platform does not use a points system, but rather a super brain consciousness stream, without any product sales function. In other words, you have to use your brain to get anything you want.
However, the platform can provide important knowledge guides, which are essentially an all-knowing encyclopedia of popular science. At present, President Fu doesn't need this knowledge, and telling him about it would only add to his troubles.
Fu Yun, who knew very little about the platform, made a decision in her heart at that moment: no matter what, the first thing she would do from now on was to get her physique back.
Seeing his disheveled appearance, Zhilan found it unbelievable: "Our country has a rule that girls must learn martial arts from a young age, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, a cry of "Help! They're kidnapping a man!" suddenly came from a farmhouse in front of him.
Before Fu Yun could think further, the aura of the person beside her changed.
Zhilan quickly took the sword from her waist: "I'll go take a look."
After speaking, he strode forward.
Fu Yun thought for a moment, then quickly followed: "I'll go too."
No matter what, my little brother just helped me out of trouble, and it would be too disloyal of me to abandon him and leave alone now.
Fu Jun never owes anyone a favor, regardless of gender.
Zhilan didn't say anything, which was taken as tacit approval of his behavior.
The two arrived at the front of a farmhouse and immediately saw several horses gathered around the entrance, each carrying a lot of goods.
It seems we really have encountered bandits.
"Let go of my son!"
The hoarse screams reached my ears again.
Fu Yun and Zhi Lan sneaked into the courtyard one after the other, hiding behind the wooden door, ready to act as they saw fit.
The courtyard was a mess, with a dozen or so round winnowing baskets overturned on the ground and all sorts of herbs scattered everywhere, clearly indicating that a fierce conflict had just taken place.
Two women dressed in tight-fitting clothes were dragging a handsome young man out of the courtyard.
A middle-aged man knelt on the ground, clutching the young man's clothes tightly, refusing to let go, and shouted hoarsely, "Let him go, if you have a problem, come at me!"
Fu Yun felt a strange urge to laugh when he heard this. Although it seemed unkind to lack compassion at a time like this, he still felt that the middle-aged man was acting rashly and without thinking.
Since it's a talent war, of course you should pick the young and handsome ones. What's the point of taking older people? To be their fathers?
"Hahaha!" The middle-aged man's words also amused the bandits. The leader, a woman with rather pretty features, kicked him to the ground, pointed the tip of her sword at his nose, and mocked him with disdain: "Do you think you can serve us sisters with your old, weak, and sick body?"
"That's right! The eldest brother is right. How can an old man like you, who is already halfway to the grave, be the husband of us sisters?"
"Haha, that's right! We love handsome young men in their prime; that's how we live a comfortable life."
Fu Yun: "..." What kind of wild and inappropriate words are these? They're too direct.
The middle-aged man's face turned bright red, clearly ashamed beyond measure, but he still forced himself to kneel on the ground, his shoulders hunched, and he stammered, "I can do anything, I can be your slave, I just beg you to spare my son."
“We have plenty of slaves. An old man like you wouldn’t even be a problem for us few to pour incense.”
Fu Yun: "..." This is too much. He's a middle-aged man, how can you humiliate him like this?
He almost couldn't resist going out to argue, but luckily someone grabbed his right forearm in time.
Fu Yun glanced at Zhi Lan apologetically and mouthed, "Sorry, I got a little excited."
Zhilan shook her head, her gaze fixed on the woman at the head of the crowd, her eyes filled with coldness.
"Don't push your luck!" The young man's eyes were bloodshot, his face full of resentment, as he struggled desperately to help his family member who was kneeling on the ground.
"Since you refuse to listen to reason and are forced to drink the penalty cup, then don't blame us for being rude and barbaric."
The bandit leader had clearly lost his patience. He waved his arm and said, "Kill the old ones, take the young ones, and let's go!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the people next to her instantly became excited: "Kill him!"
Two of the women dragged the young man away.
"Let me go!" The young man tried to kick back, but he couldn't budge the two women at all.
A woman was about to slash at the middle-aged man with a knife.
"Father!" the young man roared in despair.
"Clang!"
"Well!"
The sounds of swords clashing and a woman's pained screams filled the air.
She clutched her wrist, her face contorted with rage: "Who is it? Show yourself!"
"It's me." Zhilan appeared with a frosty expression.
The moment they saw Zhilan, all the women present were immediately captivated, their eyes lighting up with amazement. Even the two women who had been holding the young man hostage let go of him.
The bandit leader had already turned around and was looking over, his eyes filled with undisguised excitement: "Oh! There's a stunningly handsome man hiding in this courtyard!"
Fu Yun walked to Zhi Lan's side and whispered in his ear, "Can you beat them?"
Although Zilan seemed quite skilled, he had witnessed firsthand how strong the women of this country were; they could definitely take down a bull.
Zhilan remained expressionless and replied in a low voice, "Let's give it a try."
Fu Yun: "..." Seriously? You dare to show yourself if you're not even confident? Are you planning to walk into the lion's den?
"Boss, this man is even more handsome, a match made in heaven for you." A woman with a mole near her mouth flattered him as if seeking credit.
"Excellent! A place teeming with handsome men, a truly auspicious place. You'll be richly rewarded when we get back."
"Thank you, Boss." The woman ordered confidently, "You guys, take him down."
"yes!"
The women were already itching for a fight, just waiting for the order.
"Wait!" Fu Yun called out quickly.
The bandit leader paused, turned to look at Fu Yun, and scanned him from head to toe with disdain: "What? You want to meddle in other people's business?"
Fu Yun glanced at the father and son kneeling together, trembling: "Of course not."
The bandit leader casually flicked the longsword in his hand, then his eyes widened and his tone became dangerous: "So what do you want?"
Fu Yun whispered something in Zhi Lan's ear and, after getting his consent, said, "We'll go with you, but you have to release that father and son."
The woman with a mole near her mouth rolled her eyes and said disdainfully, "Who do you think you are? What right do you have to negotiate with our boss?"
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