"Thank you, Lord Valmora, for your kindness, but Monica has no intention of doing anything about men and women in this life." As soon as Wu Wu Lu arrived at the gate of the compound, he heard Monica's unique indifferent tone. So, Wu Lu quietly walked in.

In addition to the Nicol family, there were three more strangers in the courtyard, and the other three were the source of this quarrel.

At this time, everyone in the Nicol family was looking at the three people opposite with dissatisfaction, and one of the silver-haired young men who had come to Dasraga City with the Wanton Warrior had even drawn his sword, apparently furious.

Different from the desolate customs of the Eastern Continent where "those who come are guests, and they don't stretch out their hands to hit smiling people", the people here seem to have fewer crooked minds and are more upright. Therefore, the current patriarch of the Nicol family, the old man who had invited Wu Wu Lu to come as a guest, also looked at the people opposite with a gloomy face, as if he was going to drive them out in the next moment.

Wu Lu swept over the other three people with some doubts, these three people are of different ages, standing in the direction of the left is an old man, who looks like he is sixty or seventy years old, wearing a black formal suit, he seems to be a housekeeper or something, Wu Lu does not feel the breath of the original energy on him, he should be an ordinary person.

In the center was an extremely handsome blonde young man, who just stood there, not saying a word, but looked at the crowd with interest, as if none of this had anything to do with him, or that he didn't care about the anger of the Nicols. Wu Lu could faintly feel the fluctuations of his original energy from him, but he couldn't sense his rank, and it was obvious that he had also practiced the hidden exercises.

Standing to the right of the young man was a middle-aged man in a white uniform, who was supposed to be a pastor of a church. But at this time, the pastor seemed to be a little impatient, and it seemed that the Western church was not as equal and boundless love as they said.

"Miss Monica, I suggest you think twice, our young master Vamoro is already a powerful general, enough to be proud of the younger generation of Darsraga, if you are willing to respond, this Dasraga competition will win the leader for the Nicol family, and solve the crisis of the Nicol family." The old man's butler ignored everyone's expressions and persuaded.

"Steward Yuan, thank you for your kindness, but I can't afford it, I have to prepare for the competition in three days, if there is nothing else, please take care of yourself." Monica refused with a cold expression.

"Humph! Young Master Va's godfather curse tide recently broke through the position of god general, and is now promoted to the cardinal of the province of Darsraga, have you ever thought about the consequences of offending a bishop of the church? The white-clad priest suddenly spoke in astonishment.

Everyone in the Nicol family suddenly fell silent, in the Iron Throne, the power and prestige of the church are even far above the royal family, offending a cardinal will undoubtedly plunge the entire family into a place of no return. But seeing their family pearl into the tiger's mouth, they can't do it.

You must know that this Valmora's ferocity is as famous as his talent in the Daslaga region, and it is rumored that this genius young man hates women very much, and he especially likes Ling Chi women. None of the nine women who had ever married him survived for more than three months, and all of the dead were covered with all sorts of shocking scars.

"It's another boring incident of bullying men and women." Wu Lu sighed, he didn't expect that the common drama in the Eastern Wilderness Continent would also appear in this far-away extreme west. Come to think of it, as long as there are people, there will be fighting, and there will also be bullying.

"Needless to say, Monica will not marry Young Master Va, the descendants of the family still need to prepare for the martial arts competition the day after tomorrow, if you don't have anything else, please go back!" After a long time, it was the head of the Nicol family who spoke, his voice hoarse but with an undeniable firmness.

The survival of a family should not be sustained by sacrificing the lives of its descendants, so as the head of the family, he firmly refused, even if he knew what the consequences would be. Because he is not only a patriarch, but also a grandfather.

"Good! Good! Good! The white-clothed pastor said three good words in a row, and he didn't expect that someone would dare not take the church seriously.

Just as he was about to have a seizure, the originally lazy Valmoro's eyes suddenly lit up, and he directly snatched his words and said: "The so-called twisted melon is not sweet, and Miss Monica has no intention of Xiaosheng, so we won't bother." ”

After finishing speaking, this young master looked at the other side with a smile on his face, and there was no trace of annoyance after being rejected on his face.

Everyone present was stunned for a while, this young master Fa seemed to be completely different from the rumored arrogant and ruthless. The white priest beside him also looked incredulous, this eldest young master has changed his sex today? He has become so easy to speak, but he has seen the miserable fate of those who reject him many times.

However, the housekeeper was surprised, and quickly reacted: his own ignorant young master has finally grown up, the Fa family is a famous family in the empire, and the godfather of the young master is a powerful cardinal, so he still has to cherish his feathers and cherish his reputation, at least he can't rob the people's daughters in broad daylight like before, and kill people if he doesn't agree with him.

The only drawback is that because he was born too noble, he never thinks about the consequences of doing things, only based on his own preferences, and he has always been worried that one day he will cause great trouble. Now that this last shortcoming has finally been filled, the Var family will continue to prosper in the past.

Thinking of this, the butler said meaningfully: "Since the Nicol family doesn't look down on my young master, then we won't bother, and in the future, I will find another day to have a good gathering with you." ”

"Young master, let's go!"

"Alas! Disaster in disguise! Beauty is not necessarily a lucky thing for a woman, especially those who are unable to protect this beauty. Wu Lu couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly, Wu Lu remembered the endless dark night when he encountered the desolate beast with Xiao Yu'er, and remembered that at that time, Xiao Yu'er in a coma was also so powerless and so fragile. From then on, he was determined never to let her be hurt in this life.

Suddenly, a gaze shone on Wu Lu's body, and Wu Lu fixed his eyes, but saw that the young and handsome Young Master Fan was looking at himself directly, and there seemed to be a strange tenderness in his eyes, this kind of look was only seen in Xiao Yu'er's eyes, and there was also a faint kind of inexplicable fanaticism, which made Wu Lu instantly feel a bad cold.

At the moment of looking at each other, one person was unpredictable and smiling, and one person was puzzled and secretly vigilant. Looking at the back of the person who turned to leave, Wu Lu suddenly had a feeling that even he couldn't believe himself, he seemed to be in trouble, or a big trouble.

"Tomorrow we will go back to Jinwu Villa and not participate in this martial arts competition." After the three of them left, the old man suddenly said in a sullen voice.

"Grandpa, what about taxes? Our family can't bear it anymore. Meng Ke'er's face turned pale.

"Grandpa, the top three in the martial arts tournament can be exempted from family taxes, but there is only one person who fights the Moluo, as long as he is staggered, we may not have no chance against other people." Monica made a different opinion.

But seeing that the old man shook his head: "Although the power of the Evan family cannot directly control the outcome of the game, it can easily choose the opponent of the game, if they have the intention to stop it, the Nicol family will not have any chance." Moreover, with the genius of the Vaja family in the past, he used to use unscrupulous means to achieve his goals, and Monica stayed in Dazraga City for one more day, the more dangerous it was. ”

There was silence in the courtyard, and it seemed that leaving was the best option.

"Bang!" The sudden loud sound rang in the ears of Wu Wulu, who turned his head to look and saw an unusually tall gray-haired young man from the Nicol family slamming his fist on the big tree in the courtyard, his face full of helplessness and unwillingness.

Wu Lu knew that he was one of the participants in this tournament and the three contestants of the Nicol family.

Indeed, after a year of hard work, he was thinking about being ashamed and becoming famous in the arena, but he was forced to give up when he was about to go, and no one was unwilling.

But so what, because no one cares except themselves.

"Are there any restrictions on this tournament? Can outsiders participate? Just when everyone in the Nicol family was lonely, a voice sounded softly in the silent courtyard.

"Anyone under the age of thirty may participate in this tournament on behalf of a family in the province of Dasraga, with the consent of that family, and there are no other restrictions. Of course, each family can only produce three people, and there must be three people. Monica replied instinctively.

After Monica finished answering, she suddenly felt that the voice was very unfamiliar, and then turned her head in surprise, only to see Wu Lu looking at everyone with a smile on his face.

Maybe it was the helpless appearance of the girl named Monica that reminded him of the helpless appearance of the little fish in the dark, or maybe it was the so-called sense of justice that made him unbearable to see the Nicol family, who was friendly to him, die, so he finally chose to help them.

He knew that speaking out meant trouble, but as long as he made a choice, he was not afraid of trouble.

"You want to play?" Monica looked at Wu Lu in surprise.

Wu Lu said with a smile: "As far as I know, the bigger the person, the more he cherishes his reputation, and the godfather of Young Master Nafa has become a high-ranking bishop, so that the Nafa family will not at least make too out-of-character actions on the table." Now that Dasraja is in the middle of the tournament, many forces have gathered, and as long as we are careful, at least this time is safe. ”

"There is a saying in my kingdom that if you act, you will not necessarily succeed, but if you do nothing, you will fail. Are you really willing to give up like this after a year of penance? If that's the case, why don't you try it? Wu Lu continued.

"But with that young master general, none of us can beat him." Meng Ke'er next to him said with a dejected face.

"Not necessarily." Wu Lu chuckled softly.

"Thank you for your kindness, but the Nicol family can handle the contest on their own." Monica glanced at Wu Lu's thin body and tattered clothes, frowned, and then decisively refused.

"This small body is probably not able to resist the opponent's punch and will have to fall, and the Nicol family will not let an outsider kill him," Monica thought sympathetically.

"It's disgusting." Wu Lu touched his nose helplessly.