Chapter 72

This night, everyone didn't talk much, and the atmosphere suddenly became dignified. Many slaves didn't even dare to show more atmosphere.

The reason is that Wuzhao's favorite son, the axe, did not come back.

The jungle is dangerous, especially at night. Until this time, there is only one possibility that the axe must have died.

"Bang!"

Five claws hit the ground with a punch: "how can it be? How can it be? The axe is clearly so strong that even if he meets ten wolves, he can escape, not to mention that he is still followed by soybeans!"

"This..." people around now don't know how to comfort.

But there is nothing strange about everyone. The jungle is full of danger. No matter how powerful a person is, he or she sometimes stumbles.

"Tiger." Five claws roared at this time.

"ADA, call me something." The tiger ran over with some guilt.

"Your brother is missing. You should find him tomorrow." The five claws have a low voice.

"I see, ADA."

"By the way, when I went in, I saw that you and axe are on the same route. Have you seen him on the road?" Five claws stared at the tiger and asked.

"Yes." Hu nodded.

"Oh?"

"Yes, but I walked away without talking to him. Then I saw him running inside."

"Didn't you touch it again?"

"No more." The tiger vowed.

"Well, take a rest." Five claws swing hands.

The tiger returned to Wang Chong, who was drinking mutton soup alone at this time. In fact, his eyes had been looking at the tiger.

"What you taught me told me, as if he had no doubt." The tiger whispered.

Wang Zhong bit off a piece of meat and whispered, "there must be some doubt, but you can't beat the axe before, so even if you doubt, he probably can't figure out how you do it. Remember, don't show any tricks in the future."

"I see."

"In addition, don't drink alcohol, lest you get drunk and talk nonsense." Wang Zhong reminded.

"Well."

In the early morning of the next day, Wuzhao personally took people into the jungle and searched for a long time. Finally, in a grass, he found a gnawed axe and his attendants.

"My son is dead!"

Five claws looked at the body, and his body trembled.

After returning, the bodies of the two men were buried. Wang Zhong looked at the small grave of the axe and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Today next year, the graveyard grass should be full. In order to kill you, I wasted 2000 experience points."

Wang Zhong thought silently in his heart and returned to the hut.

Without the axe, the next life was much better.

Now, the most powerful person around Wuzhao is naturally the tiger. Many people who originally supported the axe have turned to support the tiger.

After this guy was cultivated by Wuzhao himself, although he was still not brave, his strength was strengthened by him. Now let him compete with the axe, I'm afraid it's the same.

Late at night, Wang Zhong LIT an oil lamp for his little hut, looked at the mute woman in front of him wearing only thin sheepskin and nodded, "let's start."

"Well." The mute girl nodded heavily and rushed towards the king again.

"Bang!"

The two men instantly attacked together. If you look carefully, you can see that their moves are the same.

"The speed is too slow. Pay attention to letting go when attacking me."

Wang Chong said, pushing his palm slightly and attacking the mute woman's chest.

The mute woman snorted stiffly and stepped back a few steps.

"Come again." Wang Chong shook his head: "next year is your assessment. Your strength is already small. If you don't work hard on speed and skills, you won't pass the assessment, OK?"

"Well." Dumb girl nodded, her eyes lit up with fighting spirit.

"Attack me and treat me as a big bird. Don't forget how those people treat you. The weak will be beaten."

Wang Chong's voice echoed in the mute girl's ears, and the mute girl moved faster.

"Bang Bang..."

An hour later, the two were sweating profusely.

Two hours later, they were panting.

Three hours later, I finally couldn't move.

The mute girl laboriously lay on the bed and said, "wood, how did you learn these?"

Nowadays, mute women have been trained to speak very neatly.

"Use your brain." Wang sat cross legged and pointed to his head. "Remember, force is external force after all. Our most powerful weapon is brain."

"Well, i... know."

The mute nodded in admiration. She remembered that after Wang Chongcheng had his own house for his servants, he let her live here.

At first, she thought that the little boy wood had an unreasonable desire for her. After all, in the wilderness, many children are precocious.

But later she found that it was not. Wood let her in, not only gave her delicious food, but also taught her Kung Fu.

At first, she didn't know what Kungfu was until wood demonstrated it again. She didn't know that if she had kungfu, she could defeat warriors as a weak woman.

From that day on, she decided to become a warrior. She doesn't want to be a humble slave, she doesn't want to be with people she doesn't love, she doesn't want her children to know who her father is.

She wants to decide her future by herself!

"Well, wipe your sweat, eat something, and go to bed."

Although Wang Chong is a child, the mute girl has long thought otherwise. Instead, she has long regarded Wang Chong as an elder.

When the mute girl went to fetch hot water, Wang Chong added a handful of firewood to the fire in the house.

The flame is' Zizi 'ringing. Although the temperature outside is very cold, the room is very warm.

When the mute girl scrubbed herself, she looked at Wang Zhong curiously.

From beginning to end, wood always turned his back on her, which made her very strange. You know, many little children in the tribe learned to peek at those slave girls' baths when they were seven or eight years old, but wood never.

"What a strange wood." The mute girl thought to herself, "don't you like me?"

After thinking for a while, the mute girl herself denied the idea.

Because she remembered that other girls in the tribe seduced wood from time to time, but wood kept a straight face.

"Isn't it?" Thinking of this, the mute girl looked at the wood with a trace of pity, "no, I have to find a way to correct the wood."

The mute girl went to bed soon.

The bed in the house is different from that of other slaves.

The beds of other slaves were covered with hay at the bottom and soft fur on top.

But the bed in Wang Xu's house has a bracket. In Wang Zhong's words, it is to prevent moisture.

This gadget was learned by many people at that time. Everyone said that they were not afraid of the wet fur since they had the bed support.

Wang Chong scrubbed his body and walked to the bedside.

The mute girl slept facing him. At the moment, she looked at Wang Chong with a slit open.

"The wood is so tall now. He will certainly be as strong as other warriors in the future. No, he is stronger than them."

The mute girl was thinking, and Wang Chong reached out to her.