962, Lu Xiaoshu, Who Is Afraid of Death (First Update)

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The rain of arrows came a little abruptly, and Lu Shu's running was also a little abrupt. Just now, Sun Zhongyang swore that Lu Shu would not run, but he ran away.

But you can run, why do you carry the carriage?

In fact, this round of arrow rain did not pose much threat. At least, masters above the second rank would never die in such a way, so Lu Shu judged very clearly that the people would be fine. If the horse and the carriage were broken, it would be a bit uncomfortable to travel such a long distance.

You know, Lu Shu is cultivating his sword spirit in the carriage every day. Without the carriage, he will have to walk. At that time, let alone the hardship, the progress of his practice will be delayed.

Not only did Sun Zhongyang not expect Lu Shu to do this, but even the big slaves who were ambushing in the distance did not expect it...

Someone whispered in doubt: "There won't be anything particularly valuable in the carriage, right?"

"It's really possible, but don't be nosy. The employer said that we just need to kill the 12 geniuses from the royal city. They are already difficult enough," someone said coldly: "Everything is based on the mission goal."

This group of people is very professional. They have killed countless so-called masters over the years.

People on the caravan kept dying under the feather arrows, but the deaths were all the efforts of the caravan owner. Sun Zhongyang and his men were fine.

The caravan owner was also very painful. Once all his slaves died, the remaining goods could only be discarded on the road, but another hope ignited in the caravan owner's heart: the Sun family never treated their servants unfairly. If his caravan really suffered heavy losses because of Sun Zhongyang in the caravan, the Sun family would 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 work 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.

Merchants value profit over separation, so the caravan boss was not so sad when he saw the slaves around him being killed by arrows. His slave team was not completely dead, half of them were left, but most of the carriages were probably useless.

Just when the caravan boss was in a complicated mood, Lu Shu and Lu Xiaoyu came back with the carriage and horses: "Will they attack us?"

Seeing that Lu Shu and Lu Xiaoyu had not put the horses and carriages on the ground, if the caravan boss said "yes", the two 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 us, we might as well go there and solve it once and for all."

The caravan boss was shocked: "You are a rich man, don't be stupid and fight them head-on!"

However, Lu Shu originally thought that Sun Zhongyang was arrogant and young, thinking that he was invincible in the world because he was a first-class official. However, he carefully looked at Sun Zhongyang's expression and found that the young man was calm and composed, and there was no sign of impulsiveness.

Lu Shu suddenly understood that Sun Zhongyang was not impulsive, but the other party had already understood that the enemy was in the dark and he was in the light. It was not a solution to continue to waste time like this. It was better to take the initiative to attack when he was at his strongest.

If they were weak, it would be fine, but with four first-class and eight second-class, no one would dare to underestimate their strength.

Sun Zhongyang took out a red sword from his space equipment and held it upside down in his hand: "Follow me to kill them, be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lu Shu had put the horse on the ground and rolled up his sleeves to follow them.

Sun Zhongyang was stunned for a long time: "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to protect you," Lu Shu said as a matter of course: "Don't worry, I am professional when I take 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 him in the team, he didn't want to really involve Lu Shu if he really encountered danger, so he refused Lu Shu to go with him.

Lu Shu felt that since he had taken the money, he had to do the job, right? Otherwise, how could his brand stand firm?

At this time, Mo Xiaoya suddenly asked: "Where are your weapons? Don't you even have any weapons?"

Lu Shu looked around. He could have just found a branch, but he thought that Sun Zhongyang and the others must have heard about the Wuwei Army leading a branch to kill the enemy, so the extremely obvious feature of the branch must not be exposed. In order to protect his own personality, Lu Shu still thought about it carefully.

Then Lu Shu looked at the caravan owner: "I saved your life."

Then, there was a long stare.

"Negative emotion value from Song Bo, +666!"

The caravan owner wanted to pretend that he didn't hear it at first. He thought that as long as he showed his refusal, the boy would give up. As a result, he underestimated Lu Shu.

The caravan owner was speechless: "I don't have any weapons here."

"I saved your life," Lu Shu said calmly, and then continued to stare.

"Negative emotion value from Song Bo, +666!"

However, before the caravan owner took out the weapon, Sun Zhongyang couldn't wait any longer. By the time Lu Shu got the weapon, the other party would probably have run away.

Sun Zhongyang felt that although he was angry with the young man and even looked down on him, the other party was indeed involved in this matter because of him.

Although Sun Zhongyang is a descendant of the royal city, 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 emotions from Sun Zhongyang, +888!"

This time, Sun Zhongyang said nothing, and led the rest of the royal city children to rush towards the direction of the arrow rain. Lu Shu sat down with a clear conscience and continued to pick up his buckwheat noodles. He looked up and asked the caravan boss: "Are there any more noodles?"

"Yes, yes, yes," the caravan boss smiled bitterly. This young man was probably the best among the most weird people he had seen in all these years...

Lu Xiaoyu also held the bowl of noodles and asked in a low voice: "Are you really not going to help them?"

Lu Shu said vaguely while eating noodles: "I must help, otherwise he will definitely not pay, but the problem is that the other party must have a backhand this time. We have to see the situation clearly before we say it. Don't make money but lose yourself. That's not worth it."

Before leaving, Mo Xiaoya looked at Lu Shu with contempt, as if Lu Shu had become a coward who was afraid of death and greedy for money in her heart.

The fight between the geniuses of the royal city and the hired slaves lasted the entire night. Lu Shu practiced his swordsmanship amid the roar in the distance, remaining unmoved.