Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

The millet poured down like a yellow waterfall.

General Zhou's breathing hitched slightly as he stepped forward, picked up a few grains, and bit into them. His eyes narrowed. "Good, good, excellent..."

The Queen, General Zhao, and Zhou Bing also had a glint of excitement in their eyes.

The millet cascaded down, and before long, the pile of grain inside the house was taller than a person, about to spill out of the doorway.

Tang Wen stopped, put away the space stone, and moved to another room.

The room was small, only a few square meters.

There was nothing blocking the doorway, so the millet would spill out once it reached a certain level.

Tang Wen had no choice but to switch rooms one after another.

No one spoke, only the sound of the millet flowing filled the air, and everyone followed closely.

Their lives had long surpassed the point of mere survival.

Even in famine years, it was impossible for transcendents to go hungry.

That wasn't a famine year; it should be called a world-ending crisis.

General Zhou squinted, his eyes distant.

Looking at the golden millet, he leaned against the doorframe, lost in thought.

The Queen didn't raise her wine gourd again, a trace of relief appearing in her eyes.

For a moment, she seemed to forget the pain that was tormenting her.

Zhou Bing looked at Tang Wen, then at the millet.

The others relaxed, the sound of the millet pouring down was truly pleasing.

Grain, in the camp, in this world, was more important than any money or resources.

When Tang Wen first arrived, he almost starved to death.

He could understand how they felt.

In the face of hunger, nothing else mattered.

How should he put it?

People change after experiencing profound hunger.

After he obtained the space stone and returned to Ganshan City, he immediately filled it with several boxes of food.

There were roasted chickens, sweet cakes, cured meat, fruits, and vegetables.

The main thing was a balanced diet.

Later, he went to the guild's storage and took a lot of elixirs refined from transcendent flesh and blood.

These elixirs weren't very useful, but one pill could keep a transcendent from being hungry for a day.

They were very suitable for replenishing strength after intense battles.

Whirr, whirr, whirr.

The sound stopped abruptly.

General Zhou and the others came back to their senses.

In their joyful eyes, there was a hint of dissatisfaction: Is that all?

"Fifty-seven rooms."

"Fifty-seven."

"A total of fifty-seven."

No one had counted before, but now they all did so spontaneously.

Tang Wen looked at their smiling faces and laughed along. "The rooms aren't full. Storing the millet here isn't a long-term solution. It's best to bag it and also pay attention to pests."

Old Xia took a puff of his pipe and pointed to the small houses, saying:

"These rooms, all the same size, have airtight walls on all sides.

When I was young, I locked a bamboo rat inside. In the end, the bamboo rat weakened and almost suffocated to death.

Just seal the doorways, and these will be perfect as granaries."

Tang Wen nodded, even more surprised in his heart.

When he was storing the grain, his mental power scanned the area and discovered the peculiarity.

Each room was almost exactly the same size.

The difference in length, width, and height could be measured in millimeters.

The walls inside the rooms were as if carved and polished from whole stones, cold and heavy to the touch, with no cracks to be found.

It would be one thing if one room was like this, but every room was like this.

Tang Wen couldn't help but wonder if the technology of his previous life could achieve this level.

After thinking about it, the answer was maybe, but it wasn't necessary.

Take houses as an example. People who have read sales contracts will be told that the final area will inevitably differ from the floor plan, and everything is subject to the final survey.

In other words, those high-rise buildings, seemingly identical unit types,

actually have differences in area that are often measured in square meters.

A house of more than 100 square meters can have a difference of one or two percent.

If measured finely enough, it can be said that no two houses are exactly the same size.

Looking at the small rooms in front of him, with negligible differences in area, how were they built?

How many resources would be spent, how many repeated constructions and renovations would be needed to achieve the current effect!

With so much effort, what were the rooms made for?

A series of questions followed. Tang Wen couldn't think of an answer, so he didn't add to his worries.

While Old Xia was speaking, General Zhou, as if not reassured, carefully checked each room again.

Finding nothing unusual, he closed the stone doors one by one.

"This grain is enough for the entire camp to eat for at least a year, and if we save it, almost two years."

With grain in hand, one's heart is at ease.

Tang Wen took out another space stone: "There are still hundreds of thousands of pounds here."

The joy on everyone's faces deepened.

After taking out all the grain, everyone's expressions were even more relaxed.

But Tang Wen wasn't satisfied yet.

"While the drought isn't too severe, the Huang family's major grain-producing camps all have reserves. I'll go do a few more runs."

"This?" General Zhou and Old Xia looked at each other. Although they were very tempted, the two seasoned generals still waved their hands. "It's better not to do this kind of risky thing."

Zhou Bing also advised, "Be careful that the other party becomes alert and suspects you."

General Zhao also didn't agree.

Tang Wen looked at the Queen, who was holding her chin with her jade hand, her eyes shining:

"Actually, it's not impossible, but to prevent you from being too impulsive, I think it's better for me to go with you. That way, if you want to take risks, I can stop you!"

Xia Qingge raised her snow-white chin, very satisfied with the reason she had come up with on the spur of the moment.

As a result, before she finished speaking, the others simultaneously restrained their smiles and looked at her speechlessly.

Tang Wen secretly curled his lips: I say, Queen Xia Qingge, who gave you the courage to think you're reliable?

"Humph!" Xia Qingge raised her wine gourd and took a few big gulps, acting like a rogue: "I'm the Queen, and he's the Young Master, so it's settled."

After saying that, she flicked her sleeves and turned around smartly.

Tang Wen had no choice but to promise to bring two white tigers.

If things got out of control, he would immediately control the Queen and bring her back safely.

General Zhou and the others reluctantly nodded.

Time was of the essence.

After finishing a meal,

Tang Wen, Xia Qingge, Tiger Seven, and Twenty-one, taking advantage of the night cover, rose into the air.

Fifth-grade white tigers are proud.

Tiger Twenty-one refused to let Xia Qingge, a mere sixth-grade, ride on its back.

It flew away in a puff of smoke, with the beautiful excuse: "I'm going to scout ahead."

Even a child knows this is an excuse.

The sky is clear at a glance, where is there any need for scouting?

So, Tang Wen promised Tiger Seven a few meals of delicious food.

Tiger Seven thought, one person is riding, two people are also sitting.

It reluctantly agreed that it could take Tang Wen and Xia Qingge to fly together.

Above the rooftops, Xia Qingge, who had changed into black clothes, sat in front of Tang Wen, with a queenly demeanor.

Her expression was cold, she waved her hand steadily, and her voice was calm: "You guys take care of the home, we will bring back the grain."

General Zhou quickly refused: "If things can't be done, come back immediately."

Xia Qingge was full of big sister style: "Don't worry, I will take good care of Tang boy and not let him do impulsive things!"

Everyone:…

Tang Wen stroked the white tiger's fur and sighed silently: "Don't worry."

He and the fifth-grade peak white tiger are here, don't worry.

Tiger Seven accelerated, leaving the Flame Camp behind.

Seeing that they had flown out of the camp's range, Xia Qingge immediately opened her arms and shouted with childlike joy:

"Woo-hoo~ Flying, flying! Ah Qi, accelerate!"

Tang Wen: "…"

Tiger Seven: "…"

"Come, do a somersault! Do a spiral flight! Can't? Accelerate flight is also fine."

Tang Wen: "Childish!"

The Queen turned her head and glanced at him dissatisfied.

After a while, Tang Wen was eager to try: "Ah Qi, no, Sister Seven, why don't you fly fancy! It's not that I want to try, it's to satisfy her. Sigh~"

The tail sound was stretched by Tiger Seven's crazy speed.

As if a white rainbow passed through the sky.

The [Wind Shield] that Tiger Seven had specially cast when flying was withdrawn from in front of the two.

The oncoming wind almost overturned the two directly.

"Good! Fast, faster!"

Xia Qingge's beautiful eyes flashed, she prostrated on the white tiger's body, her round jade bowls were pressed into soft jade cakes.

She squinted her eyes, stretched her hand into Ah Qi's thick fur, and shouted happily.

Like a girl.

Tang Wen was a little awkward, looking at the perfectly curved body in front of him, if he also lay down.

Lying on the back of Little Aunt.

Hiss!

Can't think.

Can't even think.

He tried his best to clamp his legs.

But how easy is it to resist the gale caused by the speed of the fifth grade?

The body uncontrollably leaned back.

Seeing that it was about to get out of control.

Suddenly, Xia Qingge stretched out her hand and grabbed his arm, followed by a sentence of helpless complaint: "You are so stupid! Wouldn't it be better to lie forward?

You are so stupid, how can I rest assured to give Bing'er to you?"

After speaking, she sighed to herself.

Very helpless look.

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Tang Wen rolled his eyes, thought about it, adjusted his position slightly, and lay as far away from her as possible.

To be precise, his head was sideways, and his cheek was attached to her waist through the black close-fitting suit.

His hands were forward, placed under her shoulders, grabbing Tiger Seven's fur.

"Why is this kid's face so hot?" Xia Qingge endured the urge to twist her waist, feeling inexplicably strange in her heart.

Always feel that something is wrong.

Then, Tang Wen's even and long breathing, blowing in the waist nest through the thin clothes, fell on the moon behind, she felt even more strange in her heart.

If the number of times Xia Qingge had close contact with men, if Tang Wen's last sudden intrusion into the bathroom wasn't counted, then now is the first time.

Xia Qingge: Why is this stinky boy's breathing more touching to me than the gale blowing in front of me? There is no reason!

She muttered in her heart.

Tang Wen felt her tense waist, which contained amazing elasticity.

Trying to ignore the perfect moon right under his nose.

But how easy is this?

How many sages and big shots have been mistaken by beauty.

The last thing they can do is to quit drinking!

He couldn't help but think of the bathroom, of the almost perfect scenery he saw that night.

Stop!

Stop it quickly!

Tang Wen took a few deep breaths quickly.

As a result, he unexpectedly found that Xia Qingge's body was even stiffer.

Xia Qingge: This stinky boy! Deliberately?!

Not counting shoes and socks, she has a total of four pieces of clothing on her body.

The tights are top and bottom clothes, counted as two pieces.

At this time, the thinnest piece under the pants seemed to feel the warm wind exhaled by Tang Wen.

How could she not be strange and nervous?

The huge white tiger drilled into the clouds.

The two felt quite novel, but in a blink of an eye, they drilled out of the clouds again.

Tang Wen once again faced his weakness, thinking about it, in order to avoid making a fool of himself in the air, he had to endure the pain and not look at the scenery in front of him, and practiced mental meditation.

The wind whistled, and the fragrance entered his nose.

Just half an hour passed, he opened his eyes, a little surprised.

Mental Meditation +39.

After the success of mental power, in such a short time, can one still gain so much experience at once?

"Is this the benefit of challenging one's weaknesses?"

The white tiger has not yet reached its destination.

Tang Wen closed his eyes and put his head on the wonderful waist with peace of mind, and continued to temper his mental power.

Huh?

Wait.

He suddenly opened his eyes, with some panic in his eyes.

According to past experience, once you start to temper against weaknesses.

The weakness will gradually become stronger.

The experience value obtained will become less and less.

Deducing from this, in the future, I won't face beauty, and my heart will be like still water, right?

Won't it?!

Then what's the point of living?

Cough cough!

I mean, how can I pursue great love.

Tang Wen's face rarely became tangled.

This matter is really too important to him.

So important that it must be clarified immediately.

Thinking about it, he took the "risk" and meditated again for half an hour.

After waking up, he immediately called out the experience panel.

Mental Meditation +40.

Instead of decreasing, it increased?

Tang Wen's eyes lit up.

But one experiment can't explain anything.

At most, it can only prove that his weakness is really too "weak."

Translated into-really too "horny."

He adjusted his posture, changed his left face from the waist to the right side, and his neck sank into a piece of softness.

Deep breath.

Warm breath blew into the clothes.

Following the ups and downs, came to a place that shouldn't have come.

Xia Qingge's heart trembled, and her toes straightened slightly.

Slender jade neck raised, phoenix eyes blurred.

Unprecedented stimulation!

But, that's not right.

It's not like my body hasn't been blown by the wind.

She tilted her head and glanced secretly, confirming that she was wearing pants.

It's a little thin.

But at least it's pants.

You know, in the past, in the summer, to cool off, she often took advantage of the late night and early morning to fly in the air wearing a skirt.

That was called a thorough, where on the body hadn't been blown by the wind?

Why is this stinky boy's breath so...sensitive?

She opened her mouth, but still didn't ask.

Tang Wen's breathing became even again.

She gradually relaxed.

The third half hour passed.

End of meditation: Experience +45.

Tang Wen was shocked, and big question marks popped up in his small head.

What does it mean?

Why is the experience given more and more?

Thinking about the past, it's not that this situation hasn't happened before.

But that was to increase the difficulty.

For example, starting to temper with a weight of 500 pounds, after one practice, 30 points of experience are added.

The next time I add weight, I'll get more experience.

Tang Wen suddenly understood.

Right now, the experience panel thinks that I have overcome more difficult conditions and completed the tempering. That's why it's giving more experience!

But the condition I have to overcome this time is—lust!

Could it be that my lust is getting bigger and bigger?

His face gradually stiffened.

His breathing also became rough.

Along with that, the waist that Tang Wen was using as a pillow also gradually stiffened.

Xia Qingge was also full of question marks. She was thinking bitterly about countermeasures for revenge.

When I come back, I will lie on his back.

Then, see how I torture him!

Tang Wen closed his eyes to temper himself, then opened them again.

End Meditation: Experience +45.

Lust level: stable.

End Meditation: Experience +47.

Lust level: increased.

But Tang Wen had something to say: I just sat with my legs apart for too long. The mechanical muscle stimulation caused a physiological reaction, which aggravated the desire!

Not a pervert.

Next, he didn't close his eyes again, not because he was afraid of rising lust.

But because the destination had arrived.

Below, the river meandered, with boats coming and going.

Tang Wen had obtained information from the manager he interrogated at the Huang family's Shishui Camp, knowing that the grain they had secretly sold was eventually transported to this pier.