Starting to guard the border: I copy talents

Bạn đang xem văn bản gốc chưa dịch, có thể kéo xuống cuối trang để chọn bản dịch.

By the time Shen Ming opened his eyes again, it was already past midnight.

The tent was brightly lit, with a copper basin in the center burning charcoal and steaming with heat.

"Where is this?" Shen Ming was at a loss. He was covered with a white robe that had a faint fragrance.

Tang Mengling was curled up in the main seat, already asleep.

Her thick eyelashes were curled up, her face was flushed, and she was sleeping peacefully.

Like a sleeping cat, it makes steady and even breathing sounds intermittently.

"I fell asleep in Tangdu's general account?" Shen Ming felt a little embarrassed when he saw this.

He stood up quietly and was about to leave. I accidentally knocked on a chair and made a slight noise.

Tang Mengling opened his eyes suddenly and looked around carefully. He felt a slight coldness at the corner of his mouth, and when he wiped it, he was sleeping peacefully and drooled.

Seeing Shen Ming standing awkwardly looking at him, his cheeks turned red, showing a rare shy look of a girl.

"You... wake up." The voice was gentle and clear.

"Nice sister Yu's voice." Shen Ming sighed inwardly.

"I actually fell asleep in Lord Dutong's tent. It's really rude." Shen Ming apologized. The white robe in his hands was soft and felt very good.

He held it in his hand, forgot to put it down for a moment, and hurriedly walked outside the tent.

"I have captured Tang Minglong. This matter is over. I will give you an explanation." Tang Mengling said a little hastily, as if she was afraid that Shen Ming would not hear it if he walked out of the tent.

Shen Ming paused and stared at Tang Mengling's face.

The girl with pink neck and phoenix cheeks is extremely beautiful. When he met Shen Ming's eyes, he hurriedly avoided it.

"Thank you, Tang Dutong, for upholding justice for me!" Shen Ming bowed and walked out of the tent without stopping.

Only then did I realize that the white robe was still in my hand...

In Shen Ming's absence these days, the camp was repeatedly attacked by monsters. Most of the traps were set up by the hunting teams organized by Old Man Jiang, but they were far less powerful than those set up by Shen Ming himself.

Many people were killed or injured during the hunt, and even the guards of the Zhucha Division suffered casualties, reducing their number by two.

"When did you leave the Tangdu general account yesterday?" He Hao walked up to Shen Ming at some unknown time and gritted his teeth.

"Come out when you wake up." Shen Ming was setting up a trap when He Hao suddenly asked him this question. He thought of Tang Mengling sleeping soundly last night, and his heart palpitated.

"So you slept in there all night?" He Hao's face turned pale, and he felt that his chest was empty when he spoke.

Tang Minglong was shackled, and except for the previous slap from Tang Mengling, he didn't suffer much.

He is a son of a wealthy family, and his behavior this time has aroused public outrage, but nothing will happen to him when he returns to Shuangzhou.

It's just a thief who was tricked and killed to equip the army. No one will really care about him.

I just didn't expect that Shen Ming would have such prestige in the hunting team, and even his cousin would be somewhat biased towards him.

The shackles are made from the bones of special monster beasts, and even powerful warriors cannot break free.

The ground was a bit icy, which made him feel uncomfortable. Tang Minglong moved his buttocks and changed his sitting position.

The camp was so big, and he finally knew that Shen Ming was not dead.

Through the early morning mist, the little thief standing side by side with He Hao, who could it be if it wasn't Shen Ming?

Tang Minglong's face became more and more fierce, and murderous intent almost overflowed from his eyes.

"Shen Ming! Don't think that everything will be fine if you survive this time. After I go back, I will have thousands of ways to kill you!"

Shen Ming felt that someone was staring at him with ill intentions. When he looked back, the two of them were looking at each other from a distance.

"We have to find a way to trap Tang Minglong to death in Daoxia Ridge, otherwise he will be like a mad dog and the subsequent revenge will be endless."

Shen Ming had seen this kind of person in his previous life. He was spoiled by his family since he was a child, and he also had some talents. He has a high self-esteem and feels that the world should revolve around him.

It would be better for this kind of person to get along with people whose status is higher than his own.

Once someone is offended by someone who is inferior to him, he will resort to any means to retaliate.

"What should I do to prevent others from suspecting me?" Shen Ming thought as he laid out a trap.

"Shen Ming, take me to the demon clan rift." A voice interrupted Shen Ming's thinking. When he turned around, Tang Mengling came up behind him at some point.

She was wearing a red brocade robe today, and her appearance was even more gorgeous, like a red rose, cold and proud yet warm.

Shen Ming knew that she had to confirm it in person, so he wasn't surprised.

Organize your equipment, mostly wine, meat and arrows.

He now has the arm armor, which is so convenient. It is like carrying a small warehouse with him.

"Tang Dutong, the road is dangerous, why don't my subordinates also accompany me?" He Hao tasted something bad, and Tang Meng

Ling is going to travel alone with Shen Ming.

He felt uncomfortable and quickly recommended himself.

Tang Mengling had a smile on her lips. She seemed to be in a good mood today, and she even spoke a lot more gently:

"No need, there are too many demon beasts entrenched near the demon clan's cracks, and it would be inconvenient to have too many people during the investigation. Besides, the camp also needs you to be in charge."

He Hao had no choice but to accept the order.

Old Man Jiang was watching from a short distance away and shook his head. He was jealous these days, but he didn't realize how far apart the person he was pursuing was from him.

Is there hope for Shen Ming? Old Man Jiang doesn't think so.

He is only seventeen years old and is the governor of the prefecture. He is in charge of the members of the Zhucha Division in the Five Continents, and his cultivation level has reached a powerful level at such a young age.

In terms of family background, status, strength and talent, he far surpassed Shen Ming.

In this world where everything is about matching, there is no chance of a relationship between two people.

Old Man Jiang took a sip of wine and wondered if he still had some distant relatives. This time he went back to choose one of the right grade to marry into Shen Ming's wife.

This young man is destined to him and has great potential.

If you cultivate yourself well, you will have someone to visit your grave after your death, right?

Shen Ming didn't know that Old Man Jiang had even planned his own future.

After getting ready, he and Tang Mengling came out of the camp and headed towards the crack of the demon clan.

The two traveled lightly and walked very fast. Tang Meng, a master of spiritual arts, was brave. When he encountered a monster that he couldn't hide from, he would directly use his sword to kill it.

It's not like Shen Ming was as cautious as before, walking on thin ice.

During this period, he encountered a group of third-level jade lions. Before Shen Ming could shoot an arrow, Tang Mengling had killed dozens of monsters.

The strength of powerful warriors is truly astonishing.

It's just a pity that I didn't get the talent value. When Tang Mengling took action, all the monsters were killed with one strike, and it was not Shen Ming's turn to make a last-ditch attack.

[Talent points ((1+7)x2) are automatically generated every day, leaving 2496 talent points. 】

Among them, 1,000 talent points were obtained by killing ten giant-toothed pigs during the competition. .

After looking at his talent page, he found that after copying Tang Minglong's talent, he had not replenished too many talent points.

Now looking at Tang Mengling's [Sword Spirit] talent, I am really jealous.

Who doesn’t like talents that can be upgraded automatically?

The two of them didn't stop along the way, and soon came to the vicinity of the demon clan's crack.

Shen Ming found the mark he left, judged the direction and was about to point the way. But Tang Mengling's face was serious and she motioned for him to be quiet.

Shen Ming was shocked. Could it be that he had encountered a monster that even Tang Mengling found troublesome?