Your skills are excellent, and now I have them too.

Chapter 108 You're actually a pretty nice person.

To be honest, Lu Zhao didn't really want to fight Hong Liu to the death. After all, even if kidnapping was a bad idea, it was still out of good intentions to get rid of unscrupulous businessmen and corrupt officials.

But he felt that this woman seemed to want to kill him.

Looking at the purplish-red porridge in the bowl, he couldn't help but suspect that it had been poisoned.

"What is this?"

"Seaweed porridge. Slurp." Hong Liu drank it without hesitation.

Lu Zhao knew, of course, that this seaweed was definitely not what he was thinking. It was probably some kind of special plant from Wanxiangzhou, which looked strange and smelled rather unpleasant.

The porridge had a raw cabbage flavor, definitely not a fresh fragrance, and it reminded him of water infused with crushed purple cabbage.

"Young master, this is all the conditions here. It's good enough to have food in the desert. Just make do with it. That's all," Hongliu said.

Lu Zhao had no choice but to grit his teeth and drink the strange-tasting porridge. Practicing martial arts was very taxing, so he had to eat and drink his fill.

Fortunately, it's not just purple porridge here; there are also dried meat strips cured with salt, which are neither particularly good nor bad.

By the time we finished eating, it was already dark.

The seven Calabash Brothers were tinkering around a large machine.

Lu Zhao glanced at it. The machine was very old. Based on Wang Zhao's engineering knowledge, it should be a manual well-drilling device for drawing water. However, it was an old model, probably a second-hand item that the refugees of the Shazituan had picked up from somewhere before.

He ignored it, dragged his weak body back to his tin hut, and began to practice Qi cultivation.

However, while refining his Qi, he was also carefully sensing the changes, wanting to see when the side effects of the overloaded dragon bone would disappear.

Two hours later, the fatigue disappeared, and the level of my muscle and bone training improved by another 1%, now reaching 8%.

Lu Zhao tried using the Dragon Bone Overload again, but found that the energy could not penetrate into the muscles and bones.

Now it's clear that the weakness I felt before was a side effect, and it will disappear once my cultivation level catches up with my skill level.

If the energy cannot penetrate, it is the soft cooldown period of the special skill. You must wait until the effect ends before you can use the special skill again.

Two hours later, the keel overload was used for the second time.

Cooling time: 4 hours.

For Lu Zhao, the issue wasn't how often he could use his special skill, but rather how often he could gain experience.

"Activating the cheat code to boost physical strength every four hours, this is a tough task..."

He wasn't showing off; the so-called arduous task he referred to was ensuring that the other sub-skills were up to par.

The muscles, bones, skin, flesh, veins, nerves, and energy of each realm must be balanced. Previously, Chen Qinhu was stuck in the Iron Body Realm for a long time because of his imbalance in his strengths. It was only after Old Ji took action that he was able to solve the problem.

However, this is not a serious problem for Lu Zhao. As long as he can maintain his lead in physical and mental training, he can rely on the "Body Strengthening Method" and auxiliary skills to keep the training of other sub-items at a high speed.

After all, the difficulty of the Steel Bone Realm lies only in the muscles and bones; the requirements in other aspects are not much higher than those of the Iron Body Realm.

Lu Zhao then put in even more effort than he had on the transport ship.

[Endurance]

[Endurance]

[Endurance]

"Big sister, that person seems to be practicing martial arts the whole time, he doesn't even rest."

"I saw it too. He was carrying two big iron lumps uphill yesterday."

"I peeked, and when I went back to my room I was still practicing my internal energy. I barely slept. For more than twenty hours, all I did was eat and practice martial arts."

"Stop talking nonsense, give me the pliers!"

Hongliu straddled the steel frame of the drilling equipment, her two strong and beautiful thighs gripping the steel, sweat dripping from her face down her neck and into the deep crevice in her chest.

Unfortunately, the other six were all fools and didn't know how to appreciate it.

Whoosh.

The pliers flew into her hand with a spin, but were not used properly, and she stared blankly for a moment.

"Hmm... how did I do it again?"

Hongliu had no idea how to operate the machine, but she couldn't expect six people who had taken bad medicine and suffered brain damage to fix it, so she had to act as both father and mother to it all by herself.

"Ma'am, if you want to take it apart, just tighten the screws one by one. Why are you using pliers? It'll just give you a headache!"

A voice came from below.

If you don't understand, then please stop talking nonsense.

Hong Liu was about to start cursing when she suddenly realized something was wrong. She saw Lu Zhao, who looked sleepy, standing below.

"You can?"

Lu Zhao leaped up between the steel frames and immediately spotted the misty, ravine-like valley.

"cough."

He crouched down, facing the rickety machine.

"I just took a look. The problem with the cable not getting a grip is inside the winch. There's a loose or worn bearing inside. Just replace it."

"Oh~"

Hongliu leaned closer, almost touching him. "I thought so too before, and it seems I was right. You... can you fix it?"

She felt a little embarrassed; as a kidnapper, it seemed strange that she had to ask the hostage for help.

But there was no other way. Although the drilling rig was an old, manual machine, it was the lifeline of the group. If it couldn't drill, they could still make do with the water they needed, but if new refugees came later, it wouldn't be enough at all.

"Let me see."

Lu Zhao jumped down to the ground and rummaged through the pile of tools.

To replace a part, you first need to have the part. If you can't find it, then not only him, but even Wang Zhao couldn't do anything about it.

He jumped around in the cave, with Hongliu following behind like a primary school student.

What are you looking for? I can help you.

"These things, they all have to be the same size."

"Will this work?"

"I said the sizes must be the same, are you out of your mind?"

"What about this one?"

"That works."

"And the engine oil, let them go find it."

With a flurry of activity, Lu Zhao managed to gather everything he needed. After all, the cave was so large, and many people had lived there before. By taking things from one place to fill another, he figured he could at least find something useful.

Then he went up alone and started tinkering with it again. Because the machine he was repairing was quite large and each part was quite heavy, his physical strength also increased by 1%.

"Let's see if we can pull it up now?"

Click click click.

The drill bit slowly rose and then slammed in with a thud.

"Okay, okay!"

The six Calabash Brothers cheered loudly.

The skinny guy grinned and said to Lu Zhao, "After getting to know you better, I found you to be a pretty nice person."

"I'm a fucking good guy, I'm the victim!!"

Lu Zhao was completely overwhelmed before he could even put on a show.

The most unpleasant thing is when someone makes outrageous remarks and you can't even argue with them because they're clearly mentally ill.

"Thank you."

Hongliu scratched her face shyly.

"I want some water too," Lu Zhao said haughtily, then went back to his room to continue his cultivation.

While eating, Lu Zhao still had purple porridge in his hand, but he also had a bowl of stewed meat of unknown origin.

"Did you go out and get it?" he asked Hongliu.

"The wild lizard rabbit that Du Zhuang went to catch."

"Du Zhuang?"

"Him."

Hongliuchong Fatty gestured with his lips.

Lu Zhao couldn't help but laugh every time he saw the fat and thin duo: "I'll give you two nicknames. From now on, you'll be called Fat Monk and Thin Monk, but the fat one is Thin Monk and the thin one is Fat Monk."

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As he spoke, he thought of Murong Can and suddenly understood why this guy liked to give people nicknames.

After receiving the "gifted name," the fat man and the thin man were quite happy, as if they had gained some advantage, and they started calling each other that.

Hongliu ignored their nonsense and didn't eat; she just absentmindedly fiddled with the purple porridge in her bowl.