962 , the greed of life and fear of death Lu Xiaoshu
The rain of arrows came a little unexpectedly, and Lu Shu's running was also a little sudden. Just now, Sun Zhongyang had sworn that Lu Shu would not run away, but now he had already run away.
But you are running back and forth, why are you carrying the carriage?
In fact, this round of arrow rain does not pose much of a threat. At least second-level masters and above will never die from this method. Therefore, Lu Shu’s judgment is very clear. The person will definitely be fine. If the horse and cart are broken,
, it’s a bit uncomfortable to have such a long journey behind.
You must know that Lu Shu cultivates his sword intention on the carriage every day. Without the carriage, he has to walk. Not to mention the hard work, the progress of his training will be delayed.
Not only did Sun Zhongyang not expect that Lu Shu would do this, but even the big slaves lurking in the distance didn't expect...
Someone wondered in a low voice: "There won't be anything particularly valuable in the carriage, right?"
"It's really possible, but don't be too fussy. The employer just said to kill those 12 royal city geniuses. They are already difficult enough," someone said coldly, "Everything should focus on the mission objectives."
This group of people is very professional, and they have killed countless so-called masters over the years.
People on the caravan side kept dying under the arrows, but the deaths were all due to the efforts of the caravan boss. Sun Zhongyang and the others were fine.
The caravan owner was also in pain. Once his slaves died, the remaining goods could only be discarded on the road. However, another hope arose in the caravan owner's heart: the Sun family never treated their servants badly. If he really did it because of Sun Zhongyang
Being in the caravan caused heavy losses to his caravan, and the Sun family will definitely compensate him double in the future.
It's not that the Sun family is so kind-hearted, but everyone understands that only in this way will more people be willing to sacrifice their lives for the Sun family in the future.
So the two most important things now are, first, Sun Zhongyang must survive, and second, he himself must survive.
The merchant valued profit over farewell, so the caravan boss was not so sad when he saw the slaves killed by arrows around him. His slave team was not dead, half of them were left, but most of the carriages were probably destroyed.
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Just when the caravan boss was in a complicated mood, Lu Shu and Lu Xiaoyu came back with the carriage and horses: "Will they come over?"
Seeing that the horses and carriages in Lu Shu and Lu Xiaoyu's hands were not put on the ground, maybe the caravan boss said "yes" and the two of them might leave again...
However, Sun Zhongyang was unwilling to let it go. He said coldly: "Instead of waiting for the other party to come to our door, it is better for us to find it once and for all."
The caravan boss was shocked: "You are a rich man, don't be stupid and confront them head-on!"
However, Lu Shu originally thought that Sun Zhongyang was arrogant and young, thinking that he would be invincible at the first rank. However, he carefully looked at Sun Zhongyang's expression and found that the young man was calm and calm, with no signs of impulsiveness.
Lu Shu suddenly understood that Sun Zhongyang was not impulsive, but that the opponent had already understood that the enemy was hiding and he was hiding. It was not an option to waste time like this. It was better to take the initiative while he was at his strongest.
If the strength is weak, forget it, but with four first-grade and eight second-grade, no one dares to underestimate this strength no matter where they go.
I saw Sun Zhongyang taking out a red long sword from the space equipment and holding it upside down in his hand: "Follow me and kill them. Be careful in everything you do."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Lu Shu had put the horse on the ground, rolled up his sleeves and was ready to follow them.
Sun Zhongyang was stunned for a long time: "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to protect you," Lu Shu said matter-of-factly: "Don't worry, I'm professional in accepting money to do things."
"Forget it, don't go, it's too dangerous," Sun Zhongyang shook his head. Although he wanted to disgust Lu Shu and keep this guy in the team, he still didn't want to involve Lu Shu in real danger, so
He refused to go with Lu Shu.
Lu Shu felt that since he received the money, he had to do things, right? Otherwise, how could his brand stand firm?
At this time, Mo Xiaoya suddenly asked: "Where are your weapons? Don't you even have weapons?"
Lu Shu glanced around. He could have just found a branch, but he felt that Sun Zhongyang and the others must have heard about the Wu Wei army commanding a branch to kill the enemy, so the extremely obvious characteristics of the branch must not be exposed. Lu Shu
In order to preserve his character, Shu had to think carefully.
Then Lu Shu looked at the caravan boss: "I saved your life."
Then, there was a long stare.
"The negative emotion value from Song Bo, +666!"
The caravan boss wanted to pretend not to hear what he said at first. He thought that as long as he showed his refusal, the young man would give up. In the end, he underestimated Lu Shu.
The caravan boss was speechless: "I don't have any weapons here."
"I saved your life," Lu Shu said calmly, and then continued to stare.
"The negative emotion value from Song Bo, +666!"
However, before the caravan boss could take out the weapon, Sun Zhongyang could no longer wait any longer. By the time Lu Shu got the weapon, the other party would probably be gone.
Sun Zhongyang felt that although he was angry with this young man and even looked down upon him, the other man was indeed involved in this matter because of him.
Although he, Sun Zhongyang, is a disciple of Wangcheng, he will never do anything to implicate innocent people, so he still wants Lu Shu to stay. Sun Zhongyang said: "You..."
"Okay, I'll stay," Lu Shu said calmly.
Sun Zhongyang: "..."
"Negative sentiment from Sun Zhongyang, +888!"
This time, Sun Zhongyang didn't say anything and led the rest of the Royal City disciples to rush towards the direction where the arrows were flying. Lu Shu sat down with a calm mind and continued to pick up his own buckwheat noodles. He even raised his head and asked the caravan boss: "Anything else?"
Face?"
"Yes, yes," the caravan boss smiled bitterly. This young man was probably the leader of the weirdest group of people he had seen in so many years...
Lu Xiaoyu also held the noodle bowl and asked in a low voice: "Are you really not going to help them?"
Lu Shu said vaguely while eating noodles: "He must help, otherwise he will definitely not give money, but the problem is that the other party must have a back-up plan this time. We have to look at the situation clearly. Otherwise, if we don't make any money, we will give him money.
It’s not worth it if you take the ride yourself.”
Before Mo Xiaoya left, she looked at Lu Shu with eyes full of contempt, as if Lu Shu had become a villain in her heart who was greedy for life, fearful of death, and greedy for money.
The royal city's geniuses fought with the hired slaves all night long. Lu Shu practiced his swordplay amidst the roaring in the distance, unmoved.
