Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

"Really unaffected?"

On the way back to the coal mining area, Zhou Bing repeatedly confirmed.

Thinking about the experience panel, Tang Wen had no choice but to say, "Yes, I can feel it. Even if his ability is stronger, it won't be of much use."

"No use even if he's stronger?" Zhou Bing's eyes sparkled.

"No use. I was pretending at the beginning, just to lure him into removing the shield and exposing a flaw. Otherwise, I could defeat him, but I couldn't kill him."

After Tang Wen finished speaking, he thought about which cultivation methods he should choose to practice after returning to the camp.

Speaking of which, I've made a great contribution this time, so there should be extra rewards, right?

A house, I need a house with a pool.

Is three hundred taels of silver a little too little?

His mind wandered.

He didn't notice the brilliance in Zhou Bing's eyes: I also participated, and my " husband-killing" ability was completely suppressed by the opponent's " art of misfortune!"

And Tang Wen's ability to " immune to misfortune" completely countered the opponent.

Therefore, " husband-killing" \u003c " art of misfortune" \u003c " immune to misfortune"!

So, myself and Tang Wen...

"Brother Tang Wen!"

Their thoughts were interrupted, Zhang Lin and An Lei walked over together with several familiar people.

Tang Wen lagged behind slightly and greeted them.

This girl is very beautiful.

Zhou Bing narrowed her eyes, sat up straight, and looked all the way up An Lei's legs.

She didn't relax her straightened posture until she saw above the other party's waist.

Judging from Tang Wen's inadvertent glances in daily life, the other party is a threat, but not a big one.

But looking again at the slightly indifferent beautiful face and the similar temperament to herself, she couldn't help but stick out her chest: I should be better, right?

Zhou Bing quietly pricked up her ears, listening to them talking behind her.

An Lei didn't say much, but in her words, she was always inviting Tang Wen to practice martial arts together.

Practice martial arts together?

Zhou Bing uncontrollably thought of the perfect figure under Tang Wen's coat.

No!

They must not practice martial arts together!

In this instant, Captain Zhou thought of many ways to prevent it, such as having the team members take turns drilling Tang Wen every day.

Assign him tasks so he can't spare time.

And, she personally goes down to the water to practice with Tang Wen, etc.

While daydreaming, they arrived at the open-pit coal mining area. The news had already spread back, and there was a burst of laughter here.

The coal miners were originally preparing to move back to the camp and go home to farm.

Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and they could continue to be workers. How could they not be happy?

Being a worker is better than farming!

Although digging coal is hard, it includes meals, every meal has oily food, you can eat your fill, and you get paid.

With such a good job, who would want to go back to the camp to plant millet?

General Zhou was very happy. He first praised everyone who participated in the competition.

He also focused on praising Zhou Bing and Tang Wen.

Everyone's eyes were cast over, and the two became heroes of the camp.

The dinner was rich, a stew, millet a type of corn bread, and roasted sweet potatoes were enough.

It's called rich, mainly referring to the stew, which had many things, including mushrooms, fatty meat slices, chicken chunks, vegetarian meatballs, and a variety of other things.

"It's so bitter." Zhou Bing was stunned after saying this. It's just a bowl of medicine, why am I being so pretentious?

"Well, I have brown sugar." Tang Wen took out a piece of brown sugar from his pocket, put it in the bowl, poured hot water, and handed it to her.

Smelling the aroma, before even drinking it.

Zhou Bing magically found that she didn't feel bitter anymore.

Taking a sip, it was fragrant and sweet.

"It's better than honey water."

"Honey water? Does the camp sell honey?" Tang Wen asked casually.

"Uh, the Black Mountain camp has it. We brought a lot of things on the carriage this time, maybe we'll exchange some honey with them."

After drinking the warm sugar water, Zhou Bing felt warm all over, feeling very comfortable. It seemed like even her internal injuries were healed.

Camps often trade and exchange what they have.

As long as they are not in a state of war, the Flame Camp's own caravans are also running business outside all year round.

"Don't relax your vigilance at night," Commander Zhao walked over and told everyone.

Turning his head, he said to the two of them alone: "Are your injuries okay?", "Little Tang, have you eaten enough?", "Come to my house with your Sister Bing later."

"Yes, yes, okay."

Tang Wen went from being called by his full name to being affectionately called Little Tang.

Commander Zhao took people to set up the night defense.

Turning around, General Zhou came in person.

He is second only to one person in the camp.

"Uncle."

"Bing'er is good."

After General Zhou looked at his niece, he turned to look at Tang Wen, who was standing upright: "Little Tang fought very well!"

After praising a few words, he changed the subject and said, "I saw you on the stage just now, it seems that you were completely unaffected by the opponent's ' art of misfortune'?"

Tang Wen nodded, thinking that they were worthy of being uncle and niece, focusing on the same point: "Yes, General, I speculate that I should be able to be immune to this type of misfortune ability."

"Immune? Are you sure?" General Zhou asked, "You still need to go if you encounter this kind of enemy in the future."

"Sure. When he opened his mouth to curse me, I clearly felt a slight difference, but it was like the wind, it passed with a blow."

"Good, that's good! Go back and train hard. Come to my house for dinner with Bing'er when you have time."

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Seeing General Zhou off, Zhou Bing's face was hot, and Tang Wen came to his senses: What does that mean? Isn't it what I think it is?

He shook his head, thinking that he should be thinking too much.

Sister Bing definitely doesn't have the ridiculous " husband-killing" ability.

Others don't understand, but someone as powerful as General Zhou must understand.

He should know that I live with Sister Bing and think that we have a good relationship, so he asked me to go to dinner.

Shaking his head, throwing away unreliable thoughts.

He turned his head and asked: "Sister Bing, does our camp have any basic cultivation methods? The kind that strengthens the body."

Zhou Bing: Don't you want to ask something else?

At this moment, Tang Wen really didn't want to.

This martial arts experience aroused a sense of insecurity in his heart.

After all, seeing figures like General Zhou, they have to compromise outside.

Zhou Bing, as General Zhou's niece, also had to go on stage and fight desperately.

And himself, he also went up and fought. If the experience panel hadn't unexpectedly played a role, this battle would have been difficult. If things went wrong, getting injured would be a minor thing.

With all these factors combined, it would be strange if he could have a sense of security!

After eating and drinking his fill, Tang Wen lay on the haystack, reviewing today's martial arts competition.

The opponent's ability was strange, otherwise he probably wouldn't have been able to beat Zhou Bing.

Overall, he was quite satisfied with his performance.

Tang Wen really doesn't like this kind of competition in public.

He prefers to do assassinations quietly, such as opening Musou and sneaking into the opponent's lair, focusing on a field of corpses, but never letting the opponent know who sneaked in.

Competing in public is easy to be targeted.

But all in all, it's still a lack of strength.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be fun to kill directly.

At night, the other members of Hunting Team One went to night duty.

Tang Wen and Zhou Bing rested in the house.

The former sleeps on straw, the latter sleeps on the bed.

Zhou Bing said they could be together, but Tang Wen shook his head and refused, saying that patients need to rest well.

Swish, in the middle of the night, Zhou Bing heard some movement.

Opening her eyes, in the darkness, Tang Wen stood up from the ground.

She took a closer look, Tang Wen was putting on armor.

"What are you doing putting on clothes in the middle of the night?"

"Sister Bing, you're awake, I feel something is wrong," Tang Wen said seriously.

"What?" Zhou Bing sat up, her fair neck like a swan.

Tang Wen explained: "I am very sensitive to danger, and I just woke up from a dream. Something might be about to happen."

After he simply finished speaking, he helped Zhou Bing put on her armor as well.

Pulling her, they quietly went out.

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