Chapter 725: Riding a Bull and Carrying a Wood

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

Under this photo, Zhou Wen immediately froze.

On his originally smooth forehead, a pitch-black word "slave" appeared, as if it was brushed with ink.

"Old sheep, what's the situation? Are you kidding me?" Zhou Wen quickly rubbed it with his hands, but no matter how he rubbed it, the slave character seemed to seep into the flesh and blood, rubbing the skin to pieces. The slave characters are still clearly visible.

The old sheep made an innocent expression very humanely, and then wrote a line of words on the ground with his hoof: "I let you carry it, you don't carry it, it's no wonder me."

"You mean that wood?" Zhou Wen was slightly startled.

The antelope nodded with a half-smile, and looked at the slave character on Zhou Wen's forehead with admiration.

Zhou Wen quickly took the piece of wood out of the chaotic space, put it on the ground, and asked the antelope in a very distrustful tone: "Honestly, what the hell is this?"

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

Zhou Wen had nothing to do with the antelope, so he gritted his teeth and asked, "As long as I carry it, the word on my forehead will disappear?"

This time Antelope nodded very quickly, as if it was waiting for Zhou Wen's words.

Zhou Wen tried various methods, but couldn't remove the mark on his forehead. He could only hold the mentality of trying it out, raised one end of the wood with both hands, and then lifted the wood with his shoulders.

This wood is really heavy, and with Zhou Wen's strength, it feels a little difficult to carry it.

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

Zhou Wen put the wood on the ground, and the slave character appeared again by himself, picked it up again, and disappeared again.

"Old sheep, what the hell 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 antelope did not shirk this time, and wrote another line on the ground with its hoof: "Go to the imperial capital and cancel the contract."

"You mean to say,

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

Seeing the antelope nodding, Zhou Wen asked again, "Can I put it away and take it to the imperial capital?"

Zhou Wen planned to get a hat and put it on to cover the word slave on his forehead. The wood is so heavy that there is nothing to do with it.

"Not afraid of death, yes." Antelope wrote a few simple words.

Zhou Wen suddenly felt a bit of pain in his eggs, and secretly said in his heart: "If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't be mean, what benefits should I share with the antelope,"

Suddenly, Zhou Wen realized that something was wrong.

With the antelope's usual laziness, it is impossible for it to dig the soil by itself, and Zhou Wen will definitely help it.

But this time it actually went to dig the soil by itself, and it was so slow. Zhou Wen recalled that now, the antelope was clearly deliberately seducing him.

"What kind of society is this? Even a sheep can deceive people?" Zhou Wen was a little depressed. It was too late to say anything now. If he questioned the antelope now, it would not only be useless, but would also make him laugh.

"Isn't it just carrying a piece of wood to the imperial capital, what's the big deal, I, Zhou Wen, have nothing else but the strength." Zhou Wen said, and carried the wood up.

"It's really his sister's weight!" Zhou Wen took a few steps and felt that his body wanted to sweat a little.

The length of this piece of wood is about three meters, and the diameter is fifty or sixty centimeters.

After walking half a street, Zhou Wen felt that he couldn't go on like this. He was afraid that he would have to die of exhaustion on the way before he reached the imperial capital.

After thinking about it, Zhou Wen summoned the Dawei King Kong Bull, he carried the wood, and then let the Dawei King Kong Bull carry him, so that he could save some energy.

"Is this not a foul?" Zhou Wen looked at the antelope.

Antelope nodded, and made no objection.

Zhou Wen breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the Dawei King Kong Bull to continue on his way. Carrying such a piece of wood, he was in no mood. Now he just wants to hurry up to the imperial capital and get rid of the slave character on his forehead.

"Is that person a fool? Riding a bull and carrying a log? Can't put a log on the bull's back?"

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

"Show off what?"

"Showing off his strength, being able to carry a giant tree, showing off how strong his mount is, and being able to carry him and the wood together."

"Haha, it makes sense, but no matter how you look at it, I feel a little silly!"

Where Zhou Wen passed, people pointed at him as if they were looking at a fool, and the rate of return was higher than before.

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

"Interesting!" On the second floor of a cafe, three men were sitting by the window drinking coffee, and one of the men saw Zhou Wen walking down the street on a Dawei King Kong bull.

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

One of the men suddenly lit up and said to the other two men, "Dugu Ge, Zhang Chunqiu, why don't we use that person to make a bet and decide how that thing belongs?"

"Let's hear it." Dugu Ge said blankly.

Zhang Chunqiu also smiled and nodded: "As long as it's fair, I don't have any opinion."

"It's definitely fair. Let's guess when that person will put the wood on his shoulders down. Whoever guesses the time closest will belong to that person. What do you think?" Xia Liuchuan said.

"Yes." Dugu Ge said directly.

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

"Hey, you didn't even suspect that I found that person this time? Could it be that you know him?" Xia Liuchuan looked at the two of them in surprise and asked.

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

"It turns out that he is Zhou Wen." Xia Liuchuan thought for a while, and then laughed again: "This is just right, a pure outsider is used as a gambling tool, and none of us suffers a loss. The gambling is fair and just, and there is no complaint when we lose."

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