My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

　　A witch in the real world?

　　 For Fu Qingjun, consolidating the basic strength of the gang is the most correct thing.

　　 I have to take root in this world.

　　 If it can really turn into a witch, then it can indeed greatly improve its strength.

　　 As for the snails who eat too much, they gradually become snail people. This side effect needs to be studied carefully to see how much it will become.

　　 "If only the skin becomes hydrated and soft..."

　　 Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "It's a good thing instead, isn't it?"

　　 "It can't be. Men also turn into **** directly and become witches, and then expel snail eggs to give birth? That's too curious, it's like a monster style."

　　 "Then if this is the case, I don't use snail soup, and only rely on my ability to cultivate, wouldn't it be the only wizard in the world?"

　　 Actually, Yudura’s first reincarnation, I really didn’t plan to let her go.

　　Which world can I go to?

　　 Prehistory and the future?

　　 Isn’t this funny!

　　 What are these people thinking about? Fu Qingjun felt that it was nonsense, because there was nowhere to go. He was reincarnated obediently in his own kitchen, providing raw materials for witch cooking.

　　 After all, it is harmless to her, but for herself, it is the best choice.

　　 "Diluted ant wine, nurturing warriors..."

　　 "Cooking snail noodles, nurturing witches..."

　　 Fu Qingjun kept measuring, controlling this "self" to cook.

　　 After all, it is the first time to control him to cook, the main body still has to be on the sidelines.

　　 Although, this cooking, that is, the stock is cooked, all the raw materials are thrown into the pot and cooked, and then poured out, just like the daily noodle cooking at home, he does not plan to use any complicated techniques.

　　 After more than an hour of preparation, Fu Qingjun did it.

　　 When I walked out of the cafeteria, it was past nine o'clock in the evening. Most of the warriors had already gone back, and only a few core layers remained. They were still listening to Fu Qingjun's words and stayed in the cafeteria.

　　 Two masters, Qin Hong and Li Mo.

　　 Fu Qingjun looked at them, served the diluted ant wine, and smiled: "This can replenish the martial artist's physique, and it is very nourishing."

　　 "Is that the wine made by the witch doctor?" Bai Yu couldn't help but curiously asked.

　　 He looked inside and found that the man was extremely mysterious, and he did not come out.

　　 "Yes." Fu Qingjun asked some of them who practice martial arts to drink it, "As for Li Mo, you don't practice martial arts, you are an ordinary person, so you don't need to drink it."

　　 Li Mo doesn't care.

　　 In the blink of an eye, a few people drank the ant wine, their complexions were ruddy, and they felt a stream of heat gushing over their bodies.

　　 "Brother Fu, this wine?" Bai Yu stood up suddenly.

　　 In this wine, there are countless powerful spirits, which are nourishing their martial arts spirit and physique!

　　 This class is simply a peerless treasure of the martial arts world!

　　 Continue like this, drink a few more times, their martial arts advances by leaps and bounds, and there is even the possibility of breaking into the master of martial arts from the Bone Realm!

　　 "It's wonderful."

Qin Hong also took a sip, flushed, and secretly said in his heart: "Our world is really not simple, undercurrents are surging, there are ancient gods and demons...this wine actually has such wonderful effects, I don't know what it is to soak? "

　　 The medicine dregs were also removed, only the gray and black crystal wine was left, and the formula of the medicine wine was not visible.

　　 But there is a vague sense of familiarity, which makes her feel very inexplicable.

Watching the three martial artists finished drinking, Fu Qingjun smiled and looked at Li Mo, the ordinary person next to him, "They can all drink this medicinal wine, and you are not suitable, but if you stay here, there will naturally be food suitable for you. "

　　 "Try this."

　　 Fu Qingjun served a bowl of hot snail noodles.

　　 is infused with the smell of the stinky bamboo shoots, I have to say that there is already a bit of a unique smell of snail powder, and the snails are made by the snail girl, which can be said to be a treasure in the world.

　　 "Only I can eat it?" Li Mo looked at this mysterious bowl of cuisine.

"Yes it is."

　　Fu Qingjundao: "But you have to think clearly, this may have a special price...Of course, you may gain some mysterious power of different martial arts."

　　 "Different from martial arts, shaman?" Li Mo was surprised, "Can I cultivate into a witch?"

　　 witch? ?

Several warriors beside 　　 also showed surprise.

　　 After all, wizards have been circulated in ancient times, but no one has seen the real situation!

　　 "Spells? Spirit?" Qin Hong was surprised in the dark, "Sure enough, according to the previous creature, this kind of cultivation system existed in prehistoric times."

　　 "There is even the Demon Realm. In the distant ancient times, on our planet, entrances were built everywhere and attacked the earth. Although it is lost, there is still a small amount of inheritance!"

　　 The more she thinks about it, the more horrified she gets, witch!

　　 How many mysteries are hidden in the prehistoric history of mankind.

　　 "Can we drink too?" At this moment, Qin Hong pretended to ask if nothing had happened.

　　 Fu Qingjun shook his head, "The martial artist has already practiced martial arts, so he can't practice this one again."

　　Although they can also eat snail powder, eat their soul, and increase their pure mental power, for them, the side effects may be somewhat serious.

　　 Besides, ant wine is the most suitable for them, and the chaotic martial arts will can better sharpen the will of the martial artist.

"That has side effects, I have to try it... after all, I only want to practice martial arts, but I have been poor since I was a child, and I have no qualifications." Li Mo was very decisive and couldn't help taking a sip of the soup. His face turned red all of a sudden,

　　 Fu Qingjun kept observing her, and secretly said in his heart: "The increase in mental strength is certain, but I don't know what the side effects are. Try a little bit. If the side effects are too great, stop taking it."

　　 Soon, Fu Qingjun confessed something and let them leave.

　　 The night is clear and bright.

　　 "It's another beautiful day." Fu Qingjun smiled slightly and looked at the night sky, "It's a very comfortable day."

　　 It's a pity that the ruins of the earth on the other side, the sky, looks so muddy.

　　 "One day, I will clean up that piece of sky!"

　　 Fu Qingjun suddenly came up with a strange thought, "Forget it, such Long Aotian's idea must be the civilized demon country handed over to me."

　　 He is quite salty.

　　 Doesn't cause trouble, don't make trouble, secretly develop, farming and cultivating civilization, waiting to sweep the world and then come out, is it not a good thing?

　　Those who think that they are very powerful and wander around are dead guys, really can't figure it out.

　　...

　　 the other side.

　　 Qin Hong drank a drink, trance, and set foot on the way back.

　　 "It's amazing!" She felt the nourishment of the drink silently.

　　 But I always feel that I have forgotten something.

　　 "Oh!" She suddenly thought of it. Today, she took a friend and a history professor to visit the watch shop, buy clocks, and exchanged time to find out.

　　 That history professor, Nasika, even knew his boss, Fu Qingjun.

　　 Also, his gang leader can speak foreign languages.

　　 "He is too mysterious." She secretly said in her heart.

　　 However, he clicked on the ancient history side by side, and obtained first-hand information, but he had forgotten it in the cafeteria just now.

　　 I blamed myself for being so surprised by the mysterious potion.

　　 "Forget it, the ancient history of the Hopi tribe, please put it in the dining hall, and come to pick it up tomorrow."

　　...

　　 It's late at night.

　　 In the dark earth, among the ruined buildings of the earth.

　　 The terrifying and extraordinary civilization of witches is breaking out in an unimaginable war between gods and demons.

"kill!"

　　 "For the tower, for the witch! For the duck civilization!"

　　 In the living rooms and bedrooms, exquisite and magnificent towers stand on the tiled ground, as exquisite and delicate as building blocks, and countless knights are on the march.

　　 They rushed to the front.

　　Use wash basins and toilets as the front line of the war to enclose the abyss caves of the major demon worlds.

　　 "Hateful! The king of fallen angels, Grace, is said to be comparable to the emperor of the past, and his cultivation skills are already unfathomable!"

　　 "She frequently walked out of the major undead dark forbidden areas and swept the major king cities, and there is no one in the world!"

　　 "Her vitality is also extremely tenacious, she is an undead angel!"

　　 "Even, the undead behemoths, because of their similar aura, no longer attack them, they are regarded as the same kind, and the undead behemoths are used as mounts to live together in peace!"

　　 "They are integrated into the enemy's undead forbidden zone system, and living in it is the real devildom!"

　　 "The war has become more frequent!"

　　 Among the towers.

　　 There is a strong presence, and I want to invite Yudura, the first ancestor of the witch, to be born to suppress the restricted area.

　　 It's a pity that Yudura, the witch's first ancestor, remained unmoved, still sitting on the ancient throne, with chaotic eyes and majestic spirit, like an elegant statue.

　　 Some people guessed,

　　 "The ancestor of Udurah has surpassed the race war~www.readwn.com~ The fallen angels are in the line of witches, and the traditional angels like me are also in the line of witches. God... how can he interfere in the witch wars of his followers?"

　　 Some people have also guessed,

"In the past few years, the first ancestor of the witch has been in retreat for a long time. With some immeasurable spells and breaths of practitioners, he has reached an incredible realm. Perhaps he has seen through this world and saw the distant fourth realm! "

　　 There are a large number of witches who are already fanatics,

　　 "Praise the great eternal lord and give us the super-powerful ancestor of the sorcerer!"

　　 "This kind of existence is definitely a deduction of a more distant future. How can we manage our mortal affairs?"

　　 There are all kinds of speculations among the tens of thousands of races in the world, and they are increasingly deifying this ancient legendary overlord.

　　 She is already recognized as the only existence in the world. No one knows. She sits on the ancient throne, motionless, and is really thinking about something.

　　 It's getting deeper into the night.

　　 Watching the vast war between gods and demons, the sky is overwhelming, and the blood flows into rivers.

　　 Yudura listened to the battle report on the front line, but he was still unmoved, his expression drooping, and his domineering restrained.

　　 She closed her eyes for a long time, then suddenly opened a pair of chaotic eyes, and said with great joy:

　　 "Hahahaha! That stupid human finally stopped squeezing me to breed wildly, now I am afraid that I am asleep, and the entire kitchen is my world."

　　 At this moment, in the darkness, among the black snails, a soft and moist figure of a young girl crawled out of it and slowly opened her eyes in the kitchen.

　　 "Stupid future generations, let you see, my Udurah is powerful! Even if you were born at the end, you can cut out a splendor, rebuild civilization in distant future generations, and dominate the world."

　　 "I want to build a great kingdom in this kitchen!"