My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

　　 This is so interesting.

　　 Fu Qingjun feels like a puppeteer, manipulating small puppets one by one.

　　 He suddenly had a bold idea.

　　 What if I could insert my hair into the brain of a living person?

　　 But he shook his head quickly.

　　 That is too dangerous.

　　 My soul mutation ability is still unclear, in case someone else’s head bursts, or some mental illness appears in trouble.

　　 "However, my ability seems to be gradually figured out."

　　 Fu Qingjun sat in a chair and glanced at the direction of the big sister's house that was just sent away next door.

　　 "There is a special qualitative change in the brain and soul, and the hair can turn into a conduit, which can transport a certain soul source to the brain of other creatures. What is this power, soul power? mental power? vitality?"

　　 "Human souls are superimposed to a certain extent, is it so special?"

　　 Fu Qingjun feels that the soul of life is really mysterious.

He was so addicted to research that he couldn’t help himself, but soon became hungry, rubbed his stomach and continued to cook, “I’m so hungry, it’s like running crazy and consuming strong physical calories. After all, too many brains are expelled. ."

　　 "But I just drove away my neighbors, and when I'm a newcomer, I still have to deal with the trouble of identity thoroughly."

　　 After eating, it’s now completely night.

　　 "It's a good day without reincarnation."

　　 He glanced at the corpse, feeling that he could not move at all.

　　 With small arms and legs, the risk of burying the body at night is too high, and the success rate is extremely low, so he calmly began to study the role of hair.

　　 Soon, Fu Qingjun continued to control the war on the top, sitting at the table playing auto chess, the era without computers, even let him play video games.

　　 After several hours of control, slowly conveying and polishing, it seems that the conveying and squeezing to the ultimate limit of the ant creature.

　　 But wisdom cannot be born.

　　 "Is this the way the ants are, is it because their brains are too small to be refined at all?"

　　 Fu Qingjun pondered that he, who conducted the first biological experiment, intends to continue to gently test the upper limit of an ant to see if he can make a breakthrough.

　　嘭!

　　 The ant exploded in place.

　　 "Their brains are too small, they are already at the limit of their development, and they can't be wise."

　　 Fu Qingjun felt speechless and threw it on the table, spilling a handful of white rice.

　　 glanced at the old-fashioned alarm clock, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

　　 "The first night of the new world outside."

　　 He lay directly on the hard wooden bed, dizzy, and ignoring that there was a corpse under the bed, so he went to sleep.

　　 That night, he still had a dream.

　　 dreamed of myself as a high god, overlooking the earth, piercing the earth one by one from the vast sky with slender hair.

　　The ancient wicker, like a sacred twig, slowly hangs down and is regarded as a totem pole in the sky, supporting the column of the heaven.

　　 Countless primitive black shadow creatures below are shouting and worshipping the unknown void gods in the sky, calling for his honorable name.

　　 taught them to build castles, began to build tribes, and appeared primitive gardens.

　　 "You can continue the war."

　　 They continued the war on the top that Fu Qingjun jokingly called.

　　 I seem to have seen a wonderful war epic civilization movie.

　　 is like the age of empires.

　　 Castle, tackling fortifications, throwing stones, step by step.

　　 The infantry on both sides fought in an orderly manner. Gradually, with the fight, they even began to show warfare, tricks, traps, more encirclement and less, and even evolved into an elite cavalry...

　　 In the end, one party defeated the other.

　　 A beam of sunlight sheds a ray of sunshine, and a king sits on the sand throne, seeming to be old and old, "I am not reconciled, great god, please give some hope to the civilization on the ground, please don't abandon your people..."

　　...

　　 the next morning,

　　 The sunlight outside the window came in, it was very bright.

　　 Fu Qingjun got up very early.

　　 "Thinking on the day, dreaming on the night, and dreaming of that game of auto chess."

　　 He was surprised to find that his hair had grown to the floor of the bed and scattered all over the place. The lush long black hair was scattered around his head, like a beautiful sun flower slowly spreading out.

　　 For these luxuriantly long hair, he originally wanted to cut a piece directly.

　　 But after thinking about it, it’s easier for him to insert small insects with longer long hair. He wraps it directly on his waist and rolls it around.

　　 "Long hair curled up."

　　 He took a picture in the mirror.

　　 The spirit is very full, the hair has grown out, the dark circles have disappeared, the eyes are deep and profound, the eyes are very beautiful, the eyes are like glass beads, as if they contain countless stars in the universe.

　　The black and white eyes of others, but my own eyes seem to be colored.

　　 "It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul. I don't agree with them. Maybe they are the two skylights of the brain... Let me see my difference."

　　 "Handsome distress."

　　 Fu Qingjun looked at those ants again, and crawled around the house without wisdom.

　　 But something stranger happened.

　　 Qingjun Fu saw that on the table by the bedside, this game field used to send troops and generals had simple low stone walls and sandy bunkers in the small town, like a small scattered tribe with ant nests piled up.

　　 On the whole pear wood table, it looks like the ruins of a savage civilization once existed.

　　 ah this? ?

　　 Fu Qingjun's expression changed, and then he lowered his head.

　　 The drawer in the wooden table was emptied and turned into a staircase, opening the drawer below from the tabletop.

　　 Inside the drawers, sawdust and dirt houses stood tall.

　　 forms a patchwork of exquisite underground buildings, like a child’s Lego castle.

　　The most striking thing is that there is a pot of sunflower on the corner of the wooden table in front of the window sill. In the center of the flower of the big sunflower disk, there is a dirt seat.

　　 The earthen throne is on the flower, facing outside the window of 307, the street below is busy, the golden rising sun in the sky, the fine golden sun shines on the sunflower.

　　 "The Throne of Flowers?"

　　 His pupils shrank severely, and found that there was a dead ant corpse on the seat.

Ugh?

Ugh?

　　 Did that dream come true last night?

　　 Maybe it’s not a dream at all?

　　 "To give life to open wisdom, as a giant, to create a super-small intelligent life demon country, I can really do it!" Fu Qingjun was short of breath, feeling that he has been involved in the highest taboo field of the gods.

　　 My own reincarnation in time and space, actually showed some miraculous ability...? ?

　　Hahahaha! !

　　 Fu Qingjun was so happy that he laughed wildly.

　　 He is happy and sad, he has learned the knowledge of social and animal programmers for 17 years, and he came out with no uselessness! On the contrary, the hairline of seventeen years has surprised me!

　　 Things are impermanent.

　　 But his seventeen years of hard work still paid off.

　　 "In other words, last night I used those ants from chess, after I went to sleep, I really turned on my wisdom and turned into a demon, and it really started to fight..."

　　 "But! But, it's only one night, how can they build the castle? Did they turn on the accelerator?" He hurriedly searched for the ants.

　　 But I found that those ants were still crawling around with a good sense of consciousness, and there was no trace of turning on wisdom at all. They were as witless as last night.

　　 Hallucinations?

　　 No, how do you explain this castle? ? ?

　　 Fu Qingjun was completely shocked!

　　 seriously checked the ants once, and a piece of hair was slowly pulled out from the waist with a chuckle, and then turned softly in the air, and reinserted into the brain of one of the ants.

　　 There is still no trace of wisdom.

　　 The only anomaly is that I obviously gave them a "full charge" in their brains before they went to sleep last night, and now they have no soul in their brains...

　　 exhausted?

　　 ran out of electricity overnight?

　　 Fu Qingjun really couldn't explain it.

　　 "Is the brain running out?" He researched for a while, but he could only fill up the brains of these ants again, waiting for the next observation.

"However, in the war on the top last night, these ants really died. Although they were unconscious, as the survivors of the fight, they were all strong and strong. Their hair was black and their armor thickened... Now it's like raising Gu. ?"

　　 Isn’t it just raising Gu?

　　 Let the little bugs fight each other...

　　 Fu Qingjun scratched his head, and then studied the mosquitoes, snails, and flies in the small bottle, the same situation, empty mind.

　　 directly fill them up again and put them back in the bottle.

　　 "It's a bit outrageous." After he was busy with this, he suddenly had a bold idea. He tried everything, but he forgot the ancient ship. Can UU read www.uukānshu.com also insert it?

　　 Wow!

　　 Several hairs were pulled out softly and pierced into the ancient ship in all directions. He suddenly felt vaguely entering the interior of the ancient ship, branding himself.

　　 "Am I assimilating the ancient ship?"

　　 He was ecstatic, but he could feel his mental power pouring in like itching, and it seemed that the spirit he needed was as vast as a sea.

　　 On the contrary, the ancient ship seemed to open a gap in time and space with the spiritual force, propping up an ultra-small space-time tunnel like an ant hollow.

　　 Fu Qingjun was instinctively proficient and slowly inserted along the passage.

　　 噗嗤!

　　 A strong tingling sensation came across!

　　 Fu Qingjun was so scared that he shrank, his hair instantly scorched, and his mental strength could no longer hold the opening of the tunnel, and the space was completely closed.

　　 Fu Qingjun looked at the hair, and seemed to notice something, "It's radiation! Over there is the passage back to the earth..."

　　 It seems that time is beginning to flow.

　　 It’s already the second day over there, August 26th.

　　 If there is nothing wrong, it is my own house that is docked, and the surrounding area has completely turned into a strong radiation ruin, a death forbidden area.

　　 The strong radiation is also extremely strong, destroying all the creatures that have to enter.

　　 "Mental power, as expected, can drive the ancient ship. The anchor is dropped there and the passage is completely established, which means that you can go back. I don't know what's going on there." Fu Qingjun frowned.

　　 He is still very worried about his parents and two masters.

　　 "If there is something that can go over there and spy on the surrounding wasteland environment, see if we can save people in the wasteland..."

　　 "However, radiation can deform and mutate organisms." He frowned.