Beast Tamer: The pet is just to help me build a bond

Chapter 30: Vomiting Blood Lottery
While Abao practiced boxing under Lin Wu's guidance, Chen Wen sat aside and studied his own system.

He has not yet used "Bonds" to share the talent of "The Heart of Martial Arts", so he is not in a hurry to learn martial arts with Po.

[Host: Chen Wen
Level: Beastmaster Apprentice
Talent: Bond

Pet: Iron-eating beast
Points: 325]

Looking at the property interface, Chen Wen seemed to be thinking about something.

In the previous month, Chen Wen had deliberately made Po act weird, but he only gained 63 points.

However, today, facing five students and Director Lin, A Bao's performance surprised everyone and he directly harvested 262 points.

“Although what Po did before was bizarre, it was actually quite simple. Most pets can do actions like standing, walking, and somersaults, so the points he received were relatively few.

It seems that in addition to the stage, the pet also needs to do things that most pets or pets of the same type cannot do in order to get more points. "

After studying the attribute panel, Chen Wen shifted his attention to the lottery wheel on the system interface.

As Chen Wen watched, the lottery wheel suddenly became larger, and the options and rules on the wheel instantly entered Chen Wen's eyes.

There is a pointer and six colored areas on the turntable, each area represents an option.

Black represents manuals on martial arts, green represents panaceas, red represents magical weapons, purple represents natural treasures, gold represents mysterious objects, and white represents thank you for your patronage.

"hehe--"

Chen Wen shook his head speechlessly. Anyone who has played the lottery game knows how abominable "Thank you for your patronage" is.

However, looking at the buttons below the turntable, Chen Wen couldn't help but want to try it out.

"It's only 100 per try anyway, so just give it a try and see!"

Finally there is a function that can be tried right now, how can Chen Wen suppress his inner feelings?
"start!"

As soon as Chen Wen had an idea, the lottery wheel began to spin. As it spun so fast, the colorful light turned white, making it impossible to see what area the pointer was pointing to.

Seeing this, Chen Wen knew he couldn't cheat, so he had to call a halt.

Suddenly, the turntable began to slow down.

"Green...red...purple...gold...gold..."

"Oh my god, it's actually white!"

"Come again! I don't believe I'm so unlucky!"

"Red...purple...gold...white...white..."

"Fuck, it's still white!"

"I'm patronizing your sister!"

"Are you fucking cheating on the system?"

"System, are you coming out?"

"Do you have the guts to answer me?"

"..."

No matter how Chen Wen cursed in his heart, the system interface did not shake at all, and there was not even a mechanical response.

"Huh-huh-"

After taking a few breaths angrily, Chen Wen stared at the remaining 125 points with wide eyes.

He had a total of 325 points, and he squandered 200 of them in two draws. It can be said that things came quickly and went even faster.

However, Chen Wen was unwilling to stop now. He had already lost 200. Was the remaining 125 left for the New Year?
Besides, this is the only function that the system can use now.

"Heh, give it to me!"

Like a gambler, Chen Wen stared at the lottery wheel with eyes wide open, but he could still only see white.

"Bai Nima!"

After cursing, Chen Wen called for a stop.

The turntable slowly slowed down, and the pointer passed through one area after another, finally stopping in the green area.

"Hahaha--"

"Sure enough, I am not a non-African!"

Suddenly, the bitterness and hatred on Chen Wen's face disappeared, revealing a wild smile.

After instructing Po, Lin Wu turned around to see Chen Wen's face-changing art, looked at Po with regret, and said in his heart: "How could such a good pet meet such an unreliable beastmaster?" Of course, he did not pass this sentence in his mind to Po through "spiritual communication", he could not do such a thing as slandering the beastmaster to the pet.

On Chen Wen's side, after the pointer on the lottery turntable settled, a golden light flew out from the turntable, and then a plate of fried rice appeared in the center of the system interface.

Mmmm, golden fried rice.

Before Chen Wen's expression changed again, the system's prompt sounded in his ears.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining "God-level Fried Rice"! ]

Then, the golden fried rice flew into the package.

Seeing the flashing light on the egg fried rice and hearing the word "god-level", Chen Wen temporarily stopped mad at the system, opened the package and looked at the god-level egg fried rice.

[God-level fried rice: The fried rice made by the great chef Yuanzhou with top-notch ingredients is delicious and has no other uses. It can be prepared at any time with the mind.]

"Besides being delicious, it has no other function?"

Chen Wen was so angry that he wanted to hit someone. It was such a magical system, but the prizes had no magical effect at all?

Then what’s the point of this lottery?
After staring at the "God-level Fried Rice" angrily for a while, Chen Wen turned off the system without worrying about it.

On the other side, Lin Wu has already taught Po the Three Body Posture.

Although the movements of Zhuanggong seem simple, they are actually extremely energy-consuming when practiced.

After practicing for just over half an hour, Abao was already sweating and feeling bored and annoyed.

Feeling A Bao's resistance, Lin Wu knew it was almost time, so he said, "Stop, let's stop practicing the standing meditation here for now."

Lin Wu's voice was like the sound of nature, and Abao collapsed to the ground immediately after hearing it.

When he was practicing boxing, Po didn't feel anything, but now that he was lying on the ground, fatigue, soreness and hunger suddenly filled his senses like a tide.

X﹏X
Po suddenly lost all desire to live and felt like a useless bear.

However, at this moment, Lin Wu warned: "Don't lie down, you need to let your body cool down slowly."

However, how could Abao listen?

Seeing this, Chen Wen hurried over, opened the primary nutrient solution and poured it into its mouth.

"Gudong—gudong—"

After taking two big gulps of the primary nutrient solution, Po finally felt like he was alive again. However, he was still too tired to move at all.

Chen Wen helped Po stand up and helped him move his body slowly. He asked Lin Wu, "Can you put Po into the beast control space?"

"Help it stretch its body for a while. The pets in the Beast Taming Space also have senses."

After a pause, he looked at Abao and said, "That's all for today. You can go home by yourself in a while. Go to the martial arts hall at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to do daily basic training with other students. I will take time to teach Abao in the afternoon. Is that okay?"

Chen Wen nodded and said, "Sure!"

"correct……"

Lin Wu seemed to suddenly think of something and said, "Practicing martial arts consumes a lot of energy, especially standing meditation. Remember to add two bottles of primary nutrient solution to Abao's basic diet every day.

Of course, you can use other foods as a substitute, as long as the nutritional value is similar. "

After saying that, Lin Wu walked towards the other students.

For Abao, he had left these students alone for more than half an hour.

"Two bottles of nutrient solution?"

Chen Wen opened his mouth in surprise, looked at A Bao angrily, and said, "How can you be an iron-eating beast? You are clearly a gold-eating beast!"

"Hmph~~"

Po opened his mouth, uttered a soft, indistinct sound, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"That's too much. You actually fell asleep?"

Chen Wen angrily gave Abao a full body massage.

However, Abao was in better condition. Instead of groaning in pain, he even had a comfortable smile in his sleep.

Although Chen Wen felt that Po was provoking him, considering how hard it had worked today, he let it go and put it into the Beast Taming Space.

Then, Chen Wen searched the map and took the bus home.

He had originally planned to take a taxi, but when he thought about having to prepare two more bottles of primary nutrient solution for Abao every day, he felt short of money.

The bus is slow, but it’s cheap!
(End of this chapter)