My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

　　 Fu Qingjun put down things to them and ignored them.

　　 After all, these are the only things I can help. Whether they can survive or not depends on themselves.

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

　　 is now dizzy with hunger, and he is really hungry.

　　 When he came back from eating, half an hour had passed, and he found that most of the ants on the table had no consciousness and soul of their own, and became ordinary ants crawling aimlessly.

Ugh?

so fast?

　　 Even the queen has disappeared from her consciousness?

　　 Fu Qingjun looked at the entire desk in surprise, feeling very unbelievable, and it became so miserable in the blink of an eye.

　　According to Fu Qingjun’s speculation, they should be alive after he came back, and they didn’t dissipate so quickly. “Is it possible to practice martial arts, which consumes too much energy, but accelerates their soul’s dissipation?”

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

　　 At this time, only a small part of the ants still retain a part of their consciousness and are trying to stand still.

　　 It's just the "crouching tiger pile" that is cultivating. After all, they can't stand the pile skills that really stand up on two legs.

"Quite smart, I know to choose one that suits me. I guess they have studied it carefully." Fu Qingjun took a closer look and found that those ants that can survive are almost all those souls washed twice, left over from the previous era. Old ant.

　　 "But now the first batch of the oldest, it seems that it won't last long."

Fu Qingjun studied carefully for a while, and couldn't help but shook his head: "But it seems impossible to succeed in an instant. They have to accumulate slowly...It is estimated that this era will 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.

　　 The miracle is the hard work of generations, and it did not happen overnight.

　　 He waited quietly, seeing the last ant standing on the ground and applying the potion with his own eyes. He lost his consciousness and started to crawl around, so he ignored it.

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

　　 "Let the ants practice martial arts, strengthen the body, it seems to be useful!"

　　 "Continue to practice, tremble the body, hammer the muscles and muscles, their exoskeleton will continue to harden, and the body will be deformed, just like raising Gu!"

　　 Wow!

Fu Qingjun's hair slowly flew, and each pierced into the body of the unconscious ants, and filled them up again, "Just fill them up again, and wait for the third generation of Kaihui... Now there is still a little time, just to go out. "

　　 He is going to see the potion for basic body fighting. It is not a problem to use the potion of iron fist all the time. The medicine is not right, and it may not work at all.

　　 And the basic potion is definitely not good enough for Li Mo to help buy it. After all, "I" can't use it at all, so I can only go out on my own.

　　 And, having been here for a few days, it is time to go out and have a look.

　　 "Forget the time, Li Mo is still at work, not afraid to meet her."

　　 Fu Qingjun went to look at the sunflower again, and was surprised to find that the sunflower did not turn on wisdom, but it seemed that because of the difficulty of input, the spillage was slow, and there was still a lot of soul.

　　 Fu Qingjun didn't think much about it. He really wrapped his hair around his waist seriously. He found a big cape and hat to put it on, covered the back of his neck, went out, and walked down the corridor.

　　 "The world is really wonderful, I just look at my face... It's the fierce gangster Fu Qingjun! Covering your head and looking at the figure, you are a thin and weak ordinary teenager."

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

　　 He is quite confident about his figure.

　　 And this time.

　　 A sunflower flower in a flowerpot on the whole table.

　　 A melon seed pierced into the depths of the entire flowerpot like a coffin. A deformed red ant was lying quietly with a mysterious streak of iron rings on its body.

　　 "Cracking...There is a warm energy package around here, so that I don't lose my soul."

　　 "There is an ancient coffin with mysterious black and white stripes in the sun, which contains food. It is a gift from heaven! This must have made me sleep in it and not die so soon..."

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

　　 "The great **** Amiro, and the unknown white god, Jiaxia wants to see you again!"

　　...

　　...

　　 Fu Qingjun covered his face and went downstairs.

　　As he went downstairs, he sorted his thoughts, thinking about the way of the future.

　　 "First, since I escaped to the parallel world, I must figure out the degree of mutation of my body and continue to build a testing ground. Those ants can continue... My ability seems to be the soul."

　　 "Second, it is the tunnel back to the earth. My current mental power can only temporarily open a passage of a few millimeters, and the ants can indeed pass through..."

　　 "Third, how to deal with the issue of identity thoroughly when you come to this world... If you can handle it well, you may not be able to obtain resources here, and then raise materials to save people, and even cultivate the demon kingdom."

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

　　 What a crazy and interesting thing that should be!

　　Fu Qingjun feels that he has to raise the ants to be strong, turn them into troops, explore the earth turned into ruins, and save the people in the wasteland of the doomsday...

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

　　 "I don't know what happened to the master and parents." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath. After all, it had 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 that only appeared in TV dramas during the Republic of China. He bypassed several old streets and found an old drug store.

　　【Miao Chuntang】

　　 walked in directly, and what caught his eye was a huge rectangular black medicine cabinet, each compartment was filled with the name of the herb, the shelves next to it were all kinds of bottles and cans, and a black foreign clock hung on the cashier counter at the door.

A tall and strong bronze giant beside 　　, sweating, was holding a copper mortar with one hand, hammering medicine in a mortar.

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

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

　　 You have to know that I have already started to study medicine, and the general public are basically familiar with Chinese medicine, but I only recognize part of it here.

　　 "Parallel world, even plants are slightly different?" Fu Qingjun's face began to turn black, that is, his programmer is useless, and even half a bucket of water is useless?

　　 It is said that good Chinese medicine methods combined with modern western medicine shocked the ancients a hundred years ago?

　　 Western medicine mostly relies on modern equipment. I originally wanted to come to the pharmacy, relying on Chinese medicine to do my best, but it didn’t follow common sense at all!

"Since the species are different, will there be reproductive isolation between me and the sister paper here?" Fu Qingjun shrank his neck. The definition of a parallel world is very mysterious. Maybe this world evolved from ape-man hundreds of millions of years ago. There was a divergence in the period, so it is possible that some plants and animals do not recognize them.

　　 "What do you want?"

　　 The giant man looked at the masked young man in a daze, a little impatient.

　　 "Standing topical tonic potion." Fu Qingjun thought for a while, scanned around and looked at the medicinal liquor in the distance, "By the way, can you show me a bottle of ant liquor?"

"You are too old to practice qigong anymore. Your future is limited. I'm afraid it's not hiding from your family members if you cover your head and face? But if you want to practice, do whatever you want." The big man cast a glance at Fu Qingjun, knowing everything about his frivolity. .

He shook his head while handing over a bottle of medicated liquor, while muttering, "Now the times have changed, martial arts training is too hard...how good to be a cultural man, he suffered such a disadvantage in World War II, I heard that there was a group of scientists over there. .."

　　 His urn sounded violently, UU reading www.uukanshu.com while talking, took a bottle of ant wine from the 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 some herbs mixed in it. He looked at it, "What's the use of this ant wine?"

　　 He remembered that he had a pile of dead ants.

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

　　 Preparing tombstones for their civilization in advance is also considered to be benevolent, and it's worth getting to know each other.

　　 "This ant wine is good, it can activate meridians, dispel wind and relieve pain, strengthen muscles and bones, and improve vitality and vitality."

The man was full of anger and laughed: "You can drink while practicing martial arts, which is good for your body, and martial arts is a supplement! Looking at Fu Qingjun, who has been flourishing in recent years, brothers on the road call it the most ruthless in the north of the city. Xiaotianjiang', he's doing fierce things, and he deserves to be the No. 1 murderer. He brought a group of hundreds of brothers to the train station to unload the goods. He has to teach him all the best, and he has to save face!"

Fu Qingjun carefully observed the names of the surrounding herbs, then opened the drawer to take a look at the shape of the medicinal materials inside, and casually echoed: "I have seen that person. The martial arts may not be top-notch, but his appearance is still good. "

　　 "That's not it? People who are handsome and kung fu are also handsome." The big man didn't care that Fu Qingjun looked at the medicinal materials, dangling a long pipe and pipe, and lighted it casually.

　　 Fu Qingjun glanced at him, "The martial arts masters in the rivers and lakes can smoke even in martial arts practice. Is this bad for your health?"

"You're a fart kid knows a fart." The man showed his yellow teeth and said cursingly: "We who are practicing martial arts, must pay attention to internal training and external training! Exercise outside and then apply potion to restore the bones and bones, and the fragrant herbs will be swallowed inside. To be able to cultivate internal organs, there is a good saying, smoking a mouthful, flying immortals on the land."

　　 Fu Qingjun suddenly realized.