The people at this table seem to be friendly, but in fact they are each having their own ghosts.

Almost as soon as Lu Zefeng sat down, someone already spoke.

The first person to speak was a white-haired dragon, an elder who seemed to be highly respected: "Zefeng, I heard that you calmed down the war in the Northwest Star Region last year, and you did a good job."

Lu Zefeng responded.

The elder and Old Marshal Lu looked at each other.

Elder Wu said: "You have worked really hard all these years. I heard that the war was very hard, and your mental strength was severely damaged. Is your body okay?"

Lu Zefeng slowly opened his lips: "It's not a big deal, I have to worry about Lao Wu."

"If you want me to tell you, you're just too tired." Wu Lao finally stated his purpose: "I need a caring person to take care of, but it's okay, there are many excellent pure-blood Nightingales in the empire to be married. I heard that you don't seem to have a nightingale with a high degree of matching, and it happens that I know a child from the elder's family who is very good, why don't you find a time, I will introduce you, and you will know each other."

When the others saw that Elder Wu was actually one step ahead, they all hated it.

The man sitting in the chair didn't respond.

Everyone of the great nobles wanted to marry a pure-blooded Nightingale, and honored it.

Lu Zefeng's eyes flashed sarcasm, looking at Mr. Wu and slowly said, "I'm in good health, so I won't worry about it, but Mr. Wu, you are old, so you should worry less about some things, so that you can be less tired. , maybe you can live a few more years, do you think so?"

...

When the words fell, everything fell silent.

Old Wu's face turned red and white for a while, so it was very lively: "You, what do you mean?"

Lu Zefeng was expressionless: "literally."

Elder Wu was about to throw the table, but it was Lu Zefeng, who was a bit vicious and arrogant. None of them dared to say a word. After all, today is different from the past. The person who let others bully in the past is now in his hands. The military general of the military power.

The old marshal in the main seat frowned and said a little displeased: "Okay!"

The old marshal stopped everyone, and then said to Lu Zefeng: "No matter what, the blood of our dragon clan can never be broken. If we can't find a suitable candidate for the time being, we will look for a suitable candidate. Zefeng is still young, so don't be in a hurry. ."

Those words made people at the table think differently.

Lu Zefeng only found it ironic.

Others felt that if a pure-blooded Nightingale could be matched with the current general from their own house, wouldn't it be possible to fly into the branches overnight!

...

The banquet at the table began.

Lu Zefeng glanced at it, almost all of them were well-cooked delicacies.

And most of these dishes are dishes that he occasionally eats a few more bites in the mansion on weekdays.

Everyone is constantly inquiring about his preferences, like frantically looking for a breakthrough, but after all, no one knows what the dishes he really likes are.

Halfway through the party

Lu Zefeng walked out from the path in the inner room to breathe.

In the garden not far away, there happened to be a few collaterals from the outer branch. They were talking in a low voice:

"He's really arrogant."

"If it wasn't for the fact that my father was an old marshal, how could he be a general."

"That's right, it's amazing to have a good dad."

"Have you heard, he is not a pure blood dragon."

"Really?"

The people in the garden seemed to be chatting.

"Can that be fake?"

"His mother was a dancer."

"Mixed bastard."

"Hahahaha, no wonder his mental power is seriously damaged, mixed blood..."

A group of people were talking, and they felt that the surroundings were very quiet.

Some people turned their heads stiffly, only to find that there was nothing behind them, but there was a silent sense of oppression, which made them feel a sudden chill in their hearts, and they shivered.

When he came out of the old marshal's mansion, the adjutant helped him open the car door.

Lu Zefeng sat in the car, there was no superfluous expression on his face, but in the deep night, it just seemed a little frightening.

The adjutant asked in a low voice, "Those people are all juniors, what do you want to do with them?"

Lu Zefeng's voice was calm, but it was such a calm person who said cruel words expressionlessly: "Just save your life."

The adjutant nodded quickly.

These people should be glad that they are a side branch of the dragon clan, otherwise, if they change their identity, they may not even live long.

There was dead silence inside the car.

Sitting in the car, Lu Zefeng felt that his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of cold hostility. Thinking of the faces of those people at the banquet, his murderous intent turned even more violent.

Disgusting.

The anger in my heart was churning, and my mental power also began to be slightly out of control.

The driver in front broke out in a cold sweat. Not everyone can withstand the mental coercion of top strength. This is too dangerous!

at this time

"Ding"

A message sounded.

When Lu Zefeng spoke, it was a message from Jian Nai:

"Eun Gong~ why are you not online today, people and children miss you so much~ QVQ"

"Look at the title deed for our house."

"I also changed the color of the curtains!"

"You can't come back today, I made dinner~"

The accompanying picture shows the little fire dragon being hugged by Jiannai, forced to nourish but unable to break free, and finally spit out a fireball to show her dissatisfaction, while Jian Nai in the photo is smiling brightly and very cute.

Inexplicable

It was obviously an ordinary photo, but just looking at it calmed Lu Zefeng's heart.

He looked at the photo and stared at it for a long time.

...

In the past, only wanted to kill when entered the game, but now enter the game, and there is actually a place want to go back to.