Chapter 1202

Lu Yourong had imagined many scenes of meeting Gao Yang again in her mind.

After all, she had begged Lu Zhen, and Gao Yang did not know her identity.

She had thought about Gao Yang being shocked or angry, and had rehearsed many scenarios in her head—how she should answer and how she should respond.

But she never expected that these words would come out of Gao Yang's mouth.

It would be one thing to covet a woman, but to want to touch another man's pectoral muscles upon meeting?

But she was a woman!

And she had wrapped herself several times over.

Was Gao Yang's eye really that sharp?

Lu Yourong kept her head down, but her face turned red.

Now she faced an extremely thorny problem: Gao Yang clearly hadn't seen through her identity, but if she looked up, Gao Yang would definitely recognize her and certainly wouldn't let her follow him.

If she didn't look up, she would be taken advantage of, and Gao Yang might still make her look up anyway.

In an instant.

Lu Yourong raised her head, revealing that face—disguised as a man, covered in dust, yet unable to hide its stunning beauty.

There was no other choice; Lu Zhen was still watching from the command platform.

She was afraid Gao Yang would be hacked to death.

The moment Lu Yourong looked up, Gao Yang's eyes widened, and his whole body stiffened.

The smile on his face froze abruptly, replaced by endless shock!

How could Lu Yourong be among the few who stood out?

"Why are you here?"

Gao Yang rubbed his eyes, completely stunned.

Lu Yourong's expression was complex as she said in a low voice.

"Lord Gao, do you still want to touch these pectoral muscles?"

Lu Yourong asked, deliberately puffing out her chest.

Gao Yang looked subconsciously.

Everything was clear now; no wonder Lu Zhen was so furious, and no wonder this Xiongnu's pectoral muscles were so large.

He could only say that some talents are destined to be impossible to hide!

But thinking of Lu Zhen.

Gao Yang's sphincter tightened, and his expression turned terrified.

His voice hadn't been quiet—had Lu Zhen heard him?

At this moment.

On the command platform, a sky-piercing roar erupted suddenly.

"Ahhh!!!"

"Gao family brat, prepare to die!"

Lu Zhen's vision went black; he stared fixedly at the direction of Gao Yang, his killing intent soaring to the heavens.

It wasn't enough that this bastard had hurt his precious daughter's heart; now he wanted to hurt her body too? Could those pectoral muscles be touched?

Bastard!

Damn it!

Damn it all!

Lu Zhen drew a personal guard's longsword, and from the one-to-two-meter-high command platform, he leaped down directly, intent on hacking Gao Yang!

This scene caused Gao Yang's expression to change abruptly.

Oh no.

The old curmudgeon Lu had lost his temper!

He had just turned to run, but he saw that after Lu Zhen jumped off the platform, he clutched his waist and had no follow-up actions, save for a pair of angry eyes that stared like copper bells.

He stood in place, motionless, a look of pain washing over his aged face.

"Damn!"

"I threw out my back!"

Lu Zhen threw down the sword in his hand, supporting his waist with one hand while staring at the direction of Gao Yang.

Gao Yang: "..."

Lu Yourong: "..."

The soldiers: "..."

Gao Yang stifled a laugh and said to Lu Yourong first, "You come with me first!"

Afterward, Gao Yang strode toward Lu Zhen, his face solemn.