My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

　　 "This is me, have you crossed?"

　　 Fu Qingjun stayed in a daze and looked at the calendar of the same day of the same year, which is also the Chinese Valentine's Day in 2020.

　　 He began to study the style of this room, which seemed to be a layout that only existed a hundred years ago. The only thing that can confirm the times seems to be the old-fashioned record player in the corner.

　　 He slowly turned around, and in an instant he saw a corpse hanging in front of him by suicide, staring at himself.

　　 "What the fuck!"

　　 Fu Qingjun was so scared that he backed away several steps on the spot.

　　 The corpse was dressed in a simple dress, and it rushed into a fierce air.

　　 The calluses on his hands, the lush black hair, the bronze-colored and strong muscles, and most importantly, he has a face similar to himself, which gives him a strong sense of intimacy...

　　 There is a kind of enlightenment in his fierceness:

　　 This ancient ship seems to be taking itself through parallel worlds, and here is also August 25th.

　　 The corpse in front of me is me in this parallel world?

　　 "Calm down, calm down! I must first understand where I am!"

　　 He forced himself to calm down, and took out the ancient ship that made him feel safe. It was still so delicate and small, and he exhaled heavily.

　　 "The compass needle that has been rotating on it has completely stopped, dim, but the anchor on the ship..."

　　 disappeared.

　　 The ship seemed to have completely exhausted all its energy after docking and turned into a mortal thing, but a picture came out vaguely:

　　 High above an aqua blue planet similar to the Earth’s territory, there are countless earth-shattering ancient gods on the ancient ship who died in battle, blood staining the hull, the ancient ship being polluted by evil, and finally the broken ancient ship fell into the void...

　　 "The dead mountain and blood..." He frowned, put the boat away, hung the rope and hung it around his neck again, carefully hiding it, "Could it be true that you are on the run, at all costs, to escape from our world?"

　　What terrible thing really happened that caused the end of the earth?

　　Can I go back and save them, save people from the ruins of the doomsday?

　　 Too many doubts and puzzles, Fu Qingjun calmed down for a while, then looked down at the corpse carefully:

　　 This is myself, and there is nothing wrong with it.

　　 But the self in this world is estimated to be 1.9 meters tall.

　　 The bronze-colored muscles all over his body are extremely strong, giving people an extremely strong and strong feeling, like a pier coolie worker, with a slender body.

　　 Fu Qingjun tentatively squatted down, reaching out his fingertips to touch the corpse, still warm,

　　 "This physique is obviously not trained in a greenhouse gym. The whole body is covered with stab wounds, and there is a black dragon tattoo on his shoulder. It is a cross-shoulder dragon? Like those jokes...Is it possible that I am a joke?"

　　 It is obvious that he has just died, and the time seems to be perfectly matched. This ship is looking for the parallel world in which he has just died?

　　 "What is the origin of the ancient ship, so strong that it is incomprehensible?" Fu Qingjun kept pondering, thinking frantically about the strange and unknown situation before him.

　　 Soon, with the touch, a cold stream from the corpse poured into his body and merged into his brain.

　　 Boom!

　　 A terrible headache that was far beyond the previous one followed.

　　 is not at the same level as the "fragmented" soul before him.

　　 My own brain was like a bear kid who opened the manhole cover, lost a hundred strings of firecrackers and then covered the manhole cover, bursting open completely, crackling.

　　 Fu Qingjun’s head pained for a while before it eased slightly.

　　 took a look at the mirror next to him.

　　 At this time, the whole person has his hair stripped, his eyes are black, and his eyes are bloodshot.

　　 "It's getting worse, my weak head is already bearing a mature and huge soul that I shouldn't bear at my age!"

　　 "If I can't find a way to deal with my own huge soul, let alone grow hair and relieve headaches, now I feel like I'm going to die soon."

　　 took a sigh of relief, and sorted out the legacy of the world's "self".

　　 Memory is incomplete, very scattered.

　　 "This is also 2020, but it is clear that civilization is behind by about a hundred years. The benchmark should be 1920. It seems that the world is still in the Second World War?"

　　 "Also, why did this one hang himself?" Fu Qingjun was puzzled.

　　 It is obvious that the best thing to do now is to inherit his inheritance and identity.

　　 And how does this corpse destroy the corpse?

　　 He tried to recall what he had learned in the past seventeen years, "Unfortunately, I haven't watched a few episodes of Conan..."

　　Sulfuric acid?

　　 Crusher?

　　 thrown into the waterway?

　　 Planting the neighbor next door as a murderer, and then creating alibi for himself?

　　 "It's really hard to hate the book when it's used." He wanted to try to go back and post, and ask the three masters for their opinions.

　　 Especially the three masters who were picking up their aunt’s towels everywhere and sent to prison by themselves, they must be very proficient in this kind of thing, and they must be able to give themselves an optimal solution.

　　 He vaguely felt that he could still contact the boat.

　　 The ship dropped its anchor, and seemed to have completely opened up the tunnels of two parallel worlds. Time has flowed completely. He can return to the land before, and even go back to post.

　　 But I always feel that there is a barrier. It seems that what conditions are needed...

　　 "But I'll go back right now, is it useful?"

　　He hesitated.

　　 If it is really the end of the world, don’t you go back immediately to find death?

　　 The nuclear explosion over there is already a piece of wasteland, how many survivors are there?

　　Who can I save, the two masters who have been with me for seventeen years? And my parents?

　　 He felt his head was messed up, and before he could study it carefully, there was a knock on the door.

　　咚咚咚.

　　 "Brother Fu, are you inside? I heard a lot of movement."

　　 Fu Qingjun felt a little flustered when he heard the voice.

　　 Fu Qingjun is the world’s own name.

　　 He put aside the crisis of the earth's ruins, he is in a crisis in this room now: this is at the scene of an alternative murder.

　　 "In the spirit of heaven, please don't blame it."

　　 He folded his hands together and bowed, and hurriedly struggling to put the extremely strong corpse, but the whole person was stunned.

　　 can't pull it down at all!

　　 I am afraid that I will weigh 300 kilograms, and my muscle density is as hard as a rock. I seem to be unloading a marble statue.

　　Am I in this world, a martial arts master from the World War II era?

　　 Fu Qingjun was dumbfounded.

　　咚咚咚咚咚咚!

　　 "Brother Fu, did something happen? You strained again after practicing?"

　　 An urgent voice came from outside the door.

　　 "Mother." Fu Qingjun suddenly picked up the scissors and cut the sling. With a loud bang, the whole body slammed on the ground, and the whole ground seemed to vibrate severely.

　　 "Brother Fu, what happened inside?"

　　 A more urgent voice came from outside the door again.

　　咚咚咚!

　　 The louder the knock on the door.

　　 Fu Qingjun naturally brought into the logic of destroying the corpse: first pretend that he is still alive! Later, I will figure out how to dispose of the body, throw it into the river, bury it in the soil or something.

　　 After all, except for his body, his head looks the same.

　　 He simply dragged the corpse to the bottom of the bed with difficulty, stepped on a small bench and stood up to 1.9 meters, then slowly opened some of the cracks in the door, revealing only his head.

　　 Squeak.

　　 A slender and fit tall girl appeared outside the door.

　　 Fu Qingjun vaguely remembered that the other party was the granddaughter of the widow and lonely old woman in 307 residents next door, named Li Mo, a dance teacher in the old neighborhood.

　　 "Fu...Brother?"

Li Mo looked suspiciously at the bald-headed Brother Fu in front of him. He felt that his inexplicable temperament was a lot younger, like he was many years younger. He didn't have that kind of coldness, but was extremely young. He asked tentatively, "You, Hair, why did it fall out?"

　　 "Dislike it as useless, shave it off."

　　 Fu Qingjun's voice was as serious and cold as possible, but he couldn't get rid of his immature face, and even felt a little milky, "What are you going to do?"

　　 Li Mo stared at Fu Qingjun seriously again, and hesitated.

I can see that she is a very clever and vigilant woman. Her instincts told her that something was extremely wrong. Her neck began to want to look into the room, and she said: "Brother Fu, I always feel that your look is not so fierce. How did your look become so? Somewhat gentle, did something happen..."

　　 "I am gentle now, because my gentleness is only for you." Fu Qingjun said.

　　 Li Mo stayed there.

　　 Her thoughts seemed to be interrupted, and she collapsed instantly.

　　 However, she didn't give her a chance to think about relaxation...

　　 "I love you." Fu Qingjun continued with a head exposed through the crack of the door.

　　 She was completely stunned, shocked in her clear and beautiful eyes!

The whole person's face was like an instant red apple. He was awkward and uneasy. Suddenly he took a deep breath and politely bent down and apologized, "Big Brother Fu...the two of us, it is inappropriate! You still I can find a better one."

　　 "It's okay."

Fu Qingjun didn’t care if he was sent a good person card. He still kept his head out of the door carefully like an ostrich, and continued to stare at her eyes earnestly, “You just need to remember, my gentle and green face, only privately. Revealed to you alone! My lovely milky voice only speaks to you! Don’t talk about this to outsiders, this is our...little secret."

　　 "Ah! Oh...I won't say it." Li Mo called, his face flushed completely. UU reading www.uukanashu.com

After all, I refused the other party, how could I go around saying that I am not the kind of gossip... But this fierce and harsh domineering man is too gentle to me, his voice is really tender and soft to me... .

　　 Fu Qingjun looked at her with satisfaction.

　　 Fighting wit and courage?

Ha ha.

　　 The three masters have been teaching themselves out of society for 17 years, how to deal with bosses and friends' social communication, really useful!

　　 They really didn't lie to me, this is the way to behave!

　　 After all, the master said well, as long as you are not embarrassed, someone else must be embarrassed.

　　 The second master is right, no matter how smart a woman is, no matter how much she perceives, she will be dazzled by the mention of love. As long as she is forcibly embarrassed, her heart will be messed up.

　　 "By the way, what are you looking for me?" Fu Qingjun turned off the subject, but his voice was still immature and crisp.

"No, nothing. I just want to follow you and go to the train station to do miscellaneous work. I have learned a lot of words. I think my ability to settle accounts and the talent for responding to customers is quite high. Can you please help me to intercede... "Li Mo hesitated. After all, when he said this at this time, is it a bit inconsistent with the atmosphere...

　　 "I understand, I will consider this matter, and I will give you an answer tomorrow." Fu Qingjun stretched out his hand and was about to close the door, "Now, you rejected me, let me calm down."

　　 "Good, good."

　　 She hurriedly wanted to leave like a relief, and didn't want to stay any longer.

But she suddenly seemed to have seen something terrible, and suddenly looked at Fu Qingjun's hand that stretched out to pull the door, and she was extremely shocked: "Fu... Brother Fu! Why has your wrist become so delicate? Where's your Shougongsha? ?"

　　 Fu Qingjun has a question mark on his face.