I Just Want to Play the Game Quietly

Zhou Wen quickly found a place where no one was, took a mirror out of the chaotic space, and took a picture of his own face.

With this picture, Zhou Wen froze immediately.

He had a dark "slave" character on his original bright and clean head, as if it had been painted with an ink brush. The writing of Long Fei Feng Wu was beautiful.

"Lao Yang, what's the situation? Are you doing a ghost?" Zhou Wen quickly rubbed it with his hands, but no matter how you rubbed it, the slave character seemed to have penetrated into the flesh and the skin was rubbed. Slave characters are still clearly visible.

Lao Lao made a very innocent expression very humane, and then wrote a line on the ground with his hoof: "I let you carry it, you don't carry it, it's no wonder I am."

"You mean that wood?" Zhou Wen froze slightly.

The chamois nodded with a smile, looking at the slave characters on Zhou Wen's forehead with admiration.

Zhou Wenwen quickly got the wood out of the chaotic space. After placing it on the ground, he asked the antelope in a very distrusting tone: "Honestly, what is this?"

The chamois looked at Zhou Wen innocently, and the expression seemed to say, "I'm just a sheep, I can't speak."

Zhou Zhou had no choice but to grit his teeth and asked, "Does the word on my forehead disappear as long as I carry it?"

一次 This time the antelope nodded very quickly, as if it was waiting for Zhou Wen's sentence.

Zhou Wen tried all kinds of methods, they could not remove the mark on his forehead, he could only hold the mentality of trying, lift the end of the wood with both hands, and then carry the wood with his shoulders.

木头 This wood is really heavy, and with Zhou Wen's power, it also feels a bit difficult to carry it.

But now Zhou Wen looked in the mirror and found that the slave character on his forehead had really disappeared.

Zhou Wenwen put the wood on the ground, the slave character appeared again, carried it again, and disappeared again.

"Old sheep, what the **** is this, you can't let me carry it all the time, right?" Zhou Wen now has the heart to kill the antelope, but he can't beat it.

The bongo antelope did not shirk this time, and used the hoof to draw another line on the ground: "Go to the imperial capital, cancel the contract."

"You mean, as long as you get it to the capital, you can cancel this contract?" Zhou Wen asked.

Seeing the antelope nodded, Zhou Wen asked again, "Will I put it away and take it to the emperor?"

Zhou Zhouwen planned to put on a hat to cover the slave characters on his forehead. This piece of wood is so heavy that you don't have to do anything to carry it.

"Not afraid of death, you can." Antelope wrote a few concise words.

Zhou Wen suddenly felt a little bit painful, and said secretly in his heart, "I shouldn't have been cheap when I knew this. I should share the benefits with the antelope."

Suddenly, Zhou Wen realized that something was wrong.

With the usual lazy inert of the antelope, it is impossible for it to dig the soil by itself, and Zhou Wen will definitely be helped.

But this time it went to plan the soil by itself, and it was also so slow. Zhou Wen now recalls that the antelope clearly seduce him intentionally.

"What kind of society is this? Even a sheep can be deceiving?" Zhou Wen is a little depressed, and it is too late to say anything. If you ask the antelope now, it will not help but it will make it look a joke.

"It's not just carrying a piece of wood to the emperor. What's the big deal? I don't have anything else for Zhou Wen. I have strength." Zhou Wen said, and he carried the wood.

"He's so heavy!" Zhou Wen took a few steps and felt a little sweaty.

木头 The length of this wood is about three meters and the diameter is fifty or sixty centimeters. The density and weight feels similar to steel, which makes Zhou Wen feel a little hard.

After walking half a street, Zhou Wen felt that it would be impossible to continue this way. He was afraid that he would be exhausted halfway before he had reached the capital.

I thought about it, Zhou Wen summoned Dawei King Kong Niu, he carried the wood, and then let Dawei King Kong Niu hold him, so that he could save some energy.

"This is not a foul?" Zhou Wen looked at the antelope.

Hartebeest nodded without objection.

Zhou Zhou was relieved and ordered Dawei King Kong Niu to continue on his way, carrying such a piece of wood, and he was in no mood. Now he just wants to hurry to the capital and get rid of the slave character on his forehead.

"Is that man a fool? Riding a cow and carrying wood? Wouldn't he put wood on the back of a cow?"

"You don't understand then, people are showing off."

"Show off?"

"Show off the strength, can move the giant wood, show off his mount, and can carry him with the wood."

"Haha, it makes sense, but I feel a bit silly in how I look!"

Wherever Zhou Wen went by, people gave him pointers, as if looking at a fool, and the return rate was higher than before.

Zhou Wen didn't listen or ignore it, just urged Dawei King Kong Niu to speed up his pace, hoping to leave the city as soon as possible and enter the wild, there would not be so many people watching him.

"Interesting!" On the second floor of a coffee shop, three men were sitting by the window drinking coffee, and one of them saw Zhou Wen riding the Dawei King Kong Cow across the street.

The other two men also looked to the street and immediately found Zhou Wen.

One of the men suddenly flashed in front of his eyes and said to the other two men, "Dugugo, Zhang Chunqiu, why don't we just use that person to make a bet and decide what the thing belongs to?"

"Speak and listen." Dugu Song said blankly.

Zhang Chunqiu smiled and nodded: "As long as it's fair, I have no opinion."

"It must be fair ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ We guess when that person will put down the wood on his shoulder, who guesses the time is closest, then who belongs to that thing, what do you think?" Xia Liuchuan said.

"Yes," Du Guge said directly.

"I have no opinion," Zhang Chunqiu also said.

"Well, you didn't even suspect that I was here this time? Do you know him?" Xia Liuchuan looked at the two with a surprise and asked.

"Wang Mingyuan's disciple, Madam An Jialan's adopted son, it is really a bit difficult to know this person now," Zhang Chunqiu said.

"It turned out that he was Zhou Wen." Xia Liuchuan thought for a moment, and then laughed again: "This is just right, a pure outsider as a gambling tool, we do not suffer, fair and fair gambling, and no complaints when we lose."

After a pause, Xia Liuchuan went on to say: "If it is an ordinary person, after listening to so many rumors, it is expected that the wood will be put down soon. Since he is not an ordinary person, it depends on when he intends to put down the wood to rest. I guess this It won't be long, it should be around seven in the afternoon, what do you think? "