"Zhang Feng, you!"

Seeing Isabel's red face because of anger, Zhang Feng said angrily:

"His Highness, we are discussing the important matters. If you don't help, forget it, and make trouble..."

"How could I make trouble!"

Isabel glared at Zhang Feng.

"So what is this?"

Zhang Feng reached out and scratched gently.

"Ah hahaha~ no, no!"

Isabel wanted to pull out her feet crazily, but Zhang Feng's big hands were like iron pliers, which made her unable to move at all.

Zhang Feng looked at Isabel who was almost laughing in tears, and suddenly felt a sense of bad taste. He scratched Isabel's soles a few more times.

"Haha~Don't~Zhang Feng, please~ah!"

Because Isabel's body twisted too much, the chair slowly slid backwards. Before she could finish her words, the chair suddenly slid to the critical point.

Bang!

"Ouch!"

Isabel sat on the ground, maybe her butt hurt, and tears instantly appeared in her eyes.

"Well……"

Zhang Feng was a little embarrassed, so he quickly let go of his hand.

Isabel quickly pulled back his feet, but there was no tendency to rise. Instead, he curled up, hugged his knees, and buried his head in his legs.

Her body trembled slightly, and she looked like she was choking.

"Isabel?"

Zhang Feng subconsciously felt that she was pretending. After all, the ground was full of thick carpets, and it would not hurt if she fell to the ground. He shouted, but the other party ignored him.

But no matter whether it is pretending or not, Zhang Feng must not leave it alone. He came over quickly and wanted to help Isabel up.

But unexpectedly, Isabel reached out and opened it.

It was then that Zhang Feng discovered that there was a trace of red scratches on Isabel's forearm.

“…”

Zhang Feng looked at the sharp corners on the seat and touched his nose with a little embarrassed look.

"sorry."

Zhang Feng apologized first, but saw that Isabel still lowered his head and did not respond, Zhang Feng didn't say anything more and helped her up.

"Zhang Feng, what are you doing! You are so brave!"

Seeing Isabel moving like a child and not letting herself touch her, Zhang Feng subconsciously patted her hips.

Bang!

Isabel: "…"

"Ahem, let me see how your arm is?"

Zhang Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he held Isabel while sitting on the chair. Isabel frowned. Her twisted body seemed very unnatural, and a faint sound of inhaling came out.

Zhang Feng was speechless. There was so much meat on his butt, and it hurts so much when he fell?

He didn't care either. He first looked at Isabel's forearm, then took out some scratch ointment from the space and applied it on it.

"hiss--"

A faint cold feeling came, and Isabel instinctively wanted to pull his arm back.

But he was caught by Zhang Feng.

"Don't move!"

Zhang Feng's tone became a little heavier.

"It hurts~"

Isabel's tears rolled in his eyes.

Looking at her pitiful face, Zhang Feng felt a little distressed inexplicably.

"It's okay, I'll rub it for you!"

Zhang Feng carefully applied the ointment to Isabel's arm and rubbed it gently.

“Not here…”

Isabel suddenly spoke.

"Hmm? Then..."

Zhang Feng looked at Isabel and twisted his body a little restlessly, then looked at a part of her. Zhang Feng seemed to understand.

However, the buttocks are relatively private. Even if he dares to rub them, Isabel will definitely not let them go!

"Ahem, then I won't help you rub it, you'll be fine after a while!"

Zhang Feng spoke helplessly.

However, after hearing this, Isabel could no longer hold it back, and tears flowed out like springs.

“Woooooo~”

"Hey, don't cry!"

Zhang Feng suddenly felt a little angry, and he was so shameful that women cried the most.

However, Isabel showed no sign of stopping, but instead cried louder and louder like a child.

"Okay, OK, I'll rub it for you!"

As soon as Zhang Feng finished speaking, Isabel stopped crying and looked at Zhang Feng pitifully.

“…”

Looking at her innocent eyes, Zhang Feng always felt that he had been tricked.

But there is no evidence.

"Forget it, just think I suffer a loss!"

Zhang Feng moved the chair and sat next to Isabel. Isabel lay pitifully on Zhang Feng's lap, burying his head in hunched his expression and couldn't see clearly.

Feeling the softness on his legs and looking at the perky part, Zhang Feng took a deep breath and stretched out his sins - no, the sacred hand.

"Yeah~"

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts~"

"Then I'll be gentle?"

"Yeah~"

"Hmm? Are you very hot? Why are you sweating?"

“…”

...

The next day.

City Lord’s Mansion, Office.

Zhang Feng is checking the number and types of soldiers he currently has. He is ready to plan carefully. These nearly 600,000 soldiers are in his hands. You can't be careless and you must give full play to their greatest value.

Caroline, who was helping to sort out the information, suddenly spoke:

"Mr. Zhang Feng, I seem to have discovered a problem."

“What’s the problem?”

Zhang Feng looked up in confusion.

Caroline organized the language:

"According to the current situation, we should have pulled all the people whom Oran could not win over. In other words, the soldiers of the entire Buck Kingdom are now divided into two camps, one is led by you and the other is led by Oran. Is that right?"

"Yeah, that's right, you keep talking."

Zhang Feng nodded.

"In theory, your soldiers and Oran's soldiers should be equal to the total strength of the Buck Kingdom, right?"

"Well, yes, are you saying..."

Zhang Feng's face suddenly became a little serious.
To be continued...