"Really not affected?"
On the way back to the coal mining area, Zhou Bing confirmed it repeatedly.
Thinking about the experience panel, Tang Wen could only say: "Yes, I can feel it, even if his ability is stronger, it will be useless."
"No matter how strong you are, it's useless?" Zhou Bing's eyes sparkled.
"It's useless. I was just pretending at first, just to lure him away from his shield and expose his flaw. Otherwise, I could defeat him, but I couldn't kill him."
After Tang Wen finished speaking, he was thinking about what exercises he should choose to practice when he returns to the camp.
By the way, I have made a great contribution this time, so there must be an extra reward, right?
For a house, you must have a house with a pool.
Is the three hundred taels of silver a little short?
He thinks divergently.
I didn’t see Zhou Bing’s eyes flashing with excitement: I’m also on the field, and my “Kfu” ability is completely suppressed by the opponent’s “Doom Technique”!
And Tang Wen's "immunity to bad luck" ability completely restrained the opponent.
Therefore, "Kfu" < "Doom Spell" < "Immune to Misfortune"!
Therefore, myself and Tang Wen...
"Brother Tang Wen!"
Their thoughts were interrupted when Zhang Lin and An Lei walked over with a few familiar people.
Tang Wen fell behind slightly and greeted them.
This girl is very beautiful.
Zhou Bing squinted his eyes, sat up straight, and looked up from An Lei's legs.
She didn't relax until she saw the other person sitting upright from the waist up.
Judging from Tang Wen's casual gaze, the other party was a threat, but not a big one.
But looking at the slightly indifferent beautiful face and the temperament similar to her own, she couldn't help but puff up her chest: I should be better, right?
Zhou Bing quietly raised his ears and listened to what they were saying behind him.
An Lei didn't talk much, but she always invited Tang Wen to practice martial arts together.
Practice martial arts together?
Zhou Bing couldn't help but think of Tang Wen's perfect figure under his coat.
no!
They must not practice martial arts together!
At this moment, Captain Zhou thought of many ways to stop it, such as asking the team members to take turns practicing Tang Wen every day.
Arrange tasks for him so that he can't get away from them.
Also, she personally went to practice martial arts with Tang Wen underwater, etc.
In their wild thoughts, they came to the open-pit coal mine area. The news had come back, and there was a lot of joy and laughter here.
The coal miners were originally planning to move back to the camp and go home to farm.
Unexpectedly, things have turned around and I can continue to work as a worker. How could I be unhappy?
Being a worker is better than farming!
Although coal mining is hard work, you have to take care of the food. Every meal is oily, you can eat well, and you still get wages.
With such a good job, who would want to go back to the camp to plant corn?
General Zhou was very happy and praised all the people who participated in the competition.
He also focused on praising Zhou Bing and Tang Wen.
Everyone's eyes turned to them, and the two became heroes in the camp.
Dinner was sumptuous, with plenty of stew, corn wotou, and roasted sweet potatoes.
To say it's hearty mainly means that there are a lot of things in the stew, including mushrooms, fatty meat slices, chicken pieces, and vegetarian meatballs.
"It's so painful." After saying this, Zhou Bing was stunned. It was just a bowl of medicine. How could he be so pretentious?
"Well, I have brown sugar." Tang Wen took out a piece of brown sugar from his arms, put it in a bowl, poured hot water on it, and handed it to her.
I can smell it, but I haven’t even tasted it yet.
Zhou Bing miraculously discovered that he no longer felt miserable.
Take a sip, it's fragrant and sweet.
"It tastes better than honey water."
"Honey water? Is there still honey for sale in the camp?" Tang Wen asked casually.
"Well, there is one in the Black Mountain Camp. When we come out this time, we have a lot of things on the carriage. We might exchange some honey with them."
After drinking the warm sugar water, Zhou Bing felt warm and comfortable all over. It seems that even the internal injuries have healed.
There are often trades and exchanges between camps.
As long as it is not in a battle situation, the Flame Camp's own caravan is also doing business outside all year round.
"Don't let your guard down at night." Commander Zhao came over and told everyone.
He turned his head and said to the two of them alone: "Is your injury okay?", "Has Xiao Tang eaten enough?" "I'll follow you later, Sister Bing, come and sit at home."
"Mmm Good."
Tang Wen went from being called by his full name to being called Xiao Tang affectionately.
General Zhao led his men to set up defenses at night.
Turning around, General Zhou came in person.
He was in the camp, under only one person.
"uncle."
"Binger is good."
General Zhou looked at his niece and turned to look at Tang Wen, who was standing upright: "Xiao Tang played well!"
After a few words of praise, he changed the topic and said, "I saw you in the ring just now, and you seemed to be completely unaffected by the opponent's 'bad luck spell'?"
Tang Wen nodded, thinking that he was indeed an uncle and nephew, and they had the same concerns: "Yes, General, I speculate that I should be immune to this kind of bad luck."
"Immune? Are you sure?" General Zhou asked: "If you encounter this kind of enemy in the future, you will still have to fight."
"Definitely. When he cursed me, I obviously felt a difference, but like the wind, it passed away as soon as it blew."
"Okay, that's good! Go back and train hard. Come to our house for dinner with Bing'er when you have time."
"..."
Send General Zhou away. Zhou Bing's face turned hot, and Tang Wen came to his senses: What do you mean? It's not what I thought, is it?
He shook his head, feeling that he should have thought too much.
Sister Bing definitely doesn't have the ability to bullshit someone.
Others don't understand, but someone as powerful as General Zhou must understand.
He probably knew that I lived at Sister Bing's place and thought we had a good relationship, so he asked me to go to dinner.
Shake your head and get rid of the unreliable thoughts.
He turned around and asked: "Sister Bing, are there any basic exercises in our camp? The kind that strengthen 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 competition experience brought out the insecurities in his heart.
After all, seeing General Zhou's mission, he had to compromise outside.
As the niece of General Zhou, Zhou Bing also had to play hard.
And he himself also went up to fight. If the experience panel hadn't accidentally come into play, this battle would have been very difficult. Maybe, the injury would still be minor.
Putting all factors together, it's surprising that he can feel safe!
After eating and drinking, Tang Wen lay on the haystack and reviewed today's competition.
The opponent's ability is weird, otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to defeat Zhou Bing.
Overall, he was quite satisfied with his performance.
Tang Wen actually didn't like this kind of competition in public.
He prefers to carry out assassinations quietly, such as opening Wushuang and sneaking into the opponent's lair, killing a corpse everywhere, but never letting the opponent know who has infiltrated.
If you compete in public, it's easy to be remembered.
But having said that, it still lacks strength.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be a pleasure to just kill him directly with Congli Kacha?
In the evening, several other members of the hunting team went to watch the night.
Tang Wen and Zhou Bing were resting in the house.
The former sleeps on straw and the latter sleeps on a bed.
Zhou Bing said that they could come together, but Tang Wen shook his head and refused, saying that the patient should have a good rest.
Wow, Zhou Bing heard something in the middle of the night.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that Tang Wen stood up from the ground in the darkness.
She took a closer look and saw that Tang Wen was putting on armor.
"It's late at night, why are you getting dressed?"
"Sister Bing, wake up. I feel something is wrong." Tang Wen said in a serious tone.
"What?" Zhou Bing sat up, his white neck like a swan.
Tang Wen explained: "I am very sensitive to danger. I woke up from my dream just now. Something may be about to happen."
After he finished speaking briefly, he helped Zhou Bing put on his armor.
Pull her out quietly.
