My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Fu Qingjun put down the things for them and ignored them.

After all, these are the only things I can help, and it depends on them whether they can survive.

Fu Qingjun put away the books and ran to the kitchen to cook.

Now I am dizzy with hunger, and I am really hungry.

When he came back after eating, half an hour had passed, and he found that most of the ants on the table had lost their consciousness and soul, and turned into ordinary ants crawling aimlessly.

well?

so fast?

Even, even the queen ant has lost her own consciousness?

Fu Qingjun looked at the whole desk in surprise, feeling very unbelievable, it became like this in the blink of an eye.

According to Fu Qingjun's speculation, they should still be alive after he came back, and they didn't dissipate so quickly, Could it be that practicing martial arts consumes too much energy, and accelerates the dissipation of their souls instead?

He glanced at the potion left behind, he consumed a lot, and even some ants drowned directly in the medicine jar.

At this time, only a small number of ants still retain part of their consciousness, trying to stand up.

It's just that what you practice is the Crouching Tiger Posture. After all, they can't stand up on the real two-legged post.

It's pretty smart. I know how to choose the one that suits me. I guess they have studied it carefully. Fu Qingjun took a closer look, and found that the ants that were able to survive were almost all those souls that had been washed twice and left over from the previous era. old ant.

But now the first and oldest ones don't look like they'll last long.

Fu Qingjun studied carefully for a while, then couldn't help but shook his head and said: But it seems impossible to succeed instantly, they have to accumulate slowly... I guess this era is going to be cold! We have to wait for the new ants of the third era to inherit their bodies If you continue to practice from generation to generation and strengthen your body, there may be hope!

No miracle happened, but it was a matter of course.

Miracles happen through the hard work of generations, and they don't happen overnight.

He waited quietly, and saw with his own eyes that the last ant that was standing still and applying the potion lost consciousness and began to crawl around, so he ignored it.

He wrote a line of words on the handwriting of the test record,

Let the ants practice martial arts and strengthen their bodies, it seems to be useful!

Continuously practicing, shaking the body, hammering the muscles, their exoskeleton will continue to harden, and the body will be deformed, just like raising Gu!

Crash! !

Fu Qingjun's hair fluttered slowly, each pierced into the unconscious ants' bodies, and filled them up again, Just fill them up again, wait for the third generation Kaihui... There is still a little time now, just go out for a trip.

He intends to look at the basic potion for his body. It is not a problem to use the potion of Iron Line Fist all the time. If the medicine is not right, it may not work at all.

And the potion for basic entry is definitely not good to ask Li Mo to help buy, after all, I can't use it at all, so I can only go out by myself.

Moreover, since I have been here for a few days, it is time to go out and have a look.

Forget about the time, Li Mo is still at work, so I'm not afraid to run into her.

Fu Qingjun went to look at the sunflower again, and was surprised to find that the sunflower did not activate its wisdom, but it seemed that because of the difficulty of input, the overflow was slow, and there were still many souls.

Fu Qingjun didn't think too much, wrapped his hair around his waist carefully, found a big cloak and hat, put it on, covered the back of his neck, went out, and walked down the corridor.

The world is really amazing. Just by looking at his face... he is the fierce gangster Fu Qingjun! Covering his head, just looking at his figure, he is just a weak and ordinary boy.

Cover your face and just look at your figure, who can recognize yourself?

He is quite confident about his body.

And at this time.

Across the table, a sunflower flower in a pot.

Like a coffin, a melon seed pierced into the depths of the entire flowerpot, in which lay a deformed and mutated red ant, with mysterious stripes of iron rings on its body.

Swish... There is a warm energy wrap around here, so that I don't lose my soul.

There is a mysterious black and white striped ancient coffin in the sun. There is food in it. It is a gift from heaven! It must be for me to sleep in it and not die so soon...

This must be the grace of God, I must live on...

Great god Amiro, and the unknown white god, Gasha wants to see you again!

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Fu Qingjun covered his face and went downstairs.

As I went downstairs, I sorted out my thoughts and thought about the road ahead.

First, since I escaped to the parallel world through time travel, I must figure out the degree of mutation of my body and continue to build a test field so that those ants can continue... My ability seems to be related to the soul.

Secondly, it is the tunnel back to the earth. With my current mental strength, I can only temporarily open a passage of a few millimeters. Ants can indeed pass through...

The third is how to deal with the issue of identity thoroughly after coming to this world... If it can be dealt with properly, it might be possible to obtain resources here, and then raise materials to go back to save people, and even cultivate the demon kingdom.

Create a civilization, demon country, sand table, world...

How crazy and interesting that would be!

Fu Qingjun feels that he has to raise the ants to become strong and become an army to explore the ruined earth and save the people in the doomsday wasteland...

Even, the future may not be ants. When you become stronger, you can use your brain to fill up more powerful creatures, even humans...

I don't know how the master and parents are doing. Fu Qingjun took a deep breath. After all, it's only been two days there, so it shouldn't be in a hurry.

He walked around and looked around, as if he had returned to the noisy scene in TV dramas during the Republic of China. He walked around a few old streets and found an old pharmacy.

【Miao Chun Tang】

Walking in directly, the first thing that catches the eye is a huge rectangular black medicine cabinet, each grid is filled with the names of herbs, all kinds of bottles and jars are on the shelves next to it, and a black foreign clock hangs on the cash register at the door.

A tall and strong bronze-colored giant man beside him was holding a copper mortar and pestle in one hand, pounding medicine with a hammer in the mortar, dripping with sweat.

Young man, what do you want? The giant man raised his eyelids.

Fu Qingjun scanned the medicinal materials around, and found that some of the names of Chinese medicinal materials in this world were unfamiliar, and even some medicines and plants were unfamiliar.

You know, I have already started to study medicine, and I am familiar with most Chinese medicine, but I only know a part of it here.

Parallel world, even the plants are slightly different? Fu Qingjun's face started to turn black, that is to say, his programmer is useless, and even his medical skills are useless?

What about the agreed-upon methods of Chinese medicine, combined with modern Western medicine, that shocked the ancients a hundred years ago?

Western medicine mostly relies on modern equipment. Originally, I wanted to come to the pharmacy and rely on Chinese medicine, but it turned out that it didn't follow common sense at all!

Since the species are different, will the sisters here and I have reproductive isolation? Fu Qingjun shrank his neck. The definition of parallel world is very mysterious. Maybe this world evolved from ape-man hundreds of millions of years ago. Differences appeared during the period, so it is possible that some plants and animals do not know each other.

What do you want?

The giant man looked impatiently at the masked young man in a daze.

The tonic potion for external use. Fu Qingjun thought for a while, looked around, and looked at the medicinal wine in the distance, By the way, take a bottle of ant wine, can you show me?

You're too old, it's hard to practice, and your future is limited. I'm afraid you're hiding it from your family? But if you want to practice, it's up to you. The big man cast a glance at Fu Qingjun, knowing everything about his frivolous steps. .

While shaking his head, he handed over a bottle of medicinal wine, and muttered, The times have changed now, and martial arts training is too hard... How nice it is to be a cultured person, and it was such a disadvantage in World War II. I heard that there are a group of scientists over there. ..”

He murmured, while talking, he took out a bottle of ant wine from a pile of medicinal wine next to him.

Fu Qingjun took the bottle and turned it around in his hand. There were ants floating in it, and there were some herbs mixed in it. He looked at it carefully, What's the use of this ant wine?

He remembered that he had a bunch of dead ants.

And those ants that seem to be alive are going to die after all.

Preparing the tombstones for their civilization in advance by myself is considered as benevolent, and it is worthwhile to get acquainted with each other.

This ant wine is good. It activates meridians and collaterals, dispels wind and relieves pain, strengthens tendons and bones, and improves lean energy.

The big man was full of anger when he spoke, and laughed: You can drink it even when you practice martial arts. It is good for your health. You can make up for it by practicing martial arts! Seeing Fu Qingjun, who has been in the limelight for the past few years, the brothers on the road call him 'the most ruthless in the north of the city. Little Heavenly General', he is ruthless, he deserves to be the No. 1 villain, and he brought a group of hundreds of brothers to the train station to unload the goods. He has to show face!

Fu Qingjun carefully observed the names of the herbs around him, opened the drawer to look at the shape of the herbs inside, and casually said: I've seen that man before, his martial arts might not be top-notch, but his appearance is not bad.

Isn't that? A good man is also good at kung fu. The big man didn't care about Fu Qingjun's reading of the medicinal materials, and lit a long pipe pipe as if nothing had happened.

Fu Qingjun glanced at him, A master of martial arts in the world can smoke while practicing martial arts, isn't it bad for your health?

You kid knows what a fart. The man bared his yellow teeth, cursing and grunting: We martial arts practitioners must pay attention to internal training and external training! Exercise outside and then apply medicine to restore your muscles and bones, and swallow this fragrant herbal medicine internally. Can cultivate internal organs, there is a saying that goes well, one puff of a cigarette, the land will fly to immortals.

Fu Qingjun suddenly realized.