My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

On the way back at night, Fu Qingjun was summing up his experience.

I have worked very hard and carefully to grow her hair, but there is still a big piece of baldness in the center of her head where the "needle" was inserted.

"If I don't extract it carefully, she will definitely turn into a bald head..." Fu Qingjun hesitated, and thought: "However, she should thank me for keeping more or less half of it."

I was still too kind and didn't dare to draw much.

Because although she didn't smoke her original soul paper ball mixed like sundries, it was also a person's soul energy.

This is the sponge draining the water...

If you draw too much, I'm afraid you won't be able to recover your energy for a few months, and you will be lethargic, drowsy, and weak... It's like a living person being sucked into Yang Qi.

The other party was obviously busy with a lot of things, so he didn't squeeze the other party's energy too much.

This batch is enough for a temporary use.

But it should not take too long, and it will be completely consumed by those ants that consume a lot.

After all, not everyone is as big and long-lasting as their own souls. They charge their brains every day, and they are still full of energy. Even if they don’t release some spiritual energy every day, they will have a splitting headache...

"Thirty taels of silver is obviously a big loss."

"The purchasing power is very high. I think the other party is pitiful. Fu Qingjun has already given most of Fu Qingjun's family property to the other party. He just earned ten taels of silver from those three perverts and posted so much... I will be poor in the future You have to figure out a way to make money."

Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, and secretly reviewed himself, feeling that he was still not cold-blooded enough.

But I am an ordinary person in a peaceful society, how could I be cold-blooded? I am not the third master who sucks blood everywhere.

"Forget it, it's not enough to think of other ways next time."

"At worst, it will run out in a few days, and I will go to the nightclub to find another target... But if I don't have the ability to protect myself, I really don't want to go out again."

Fu Qingjun closed the door, returned to the room and sat down.

If he has nothing to do, he still wants to not go out because going out means risk.

This is not a peaceful society, wars, fighting, gangs, dangers everywhere, especially at night, the law and order is terrible.

"However, after testing it, the clothes work well." Fu Qingjun calmly took off his bloated coat, and sat down on the chair in the room again.

This piece of clothing was transformed by him, and a huge octopus headgear was sewn on the inside of the clothing.

If necessary, the hair usually wrapped around the waist will slowly put on the inner hood by itself, and then push out the neck and cover the head, turning into a huge octopus-human head.

The two-meter-high octopus head, plus his own height, is about four meters. The ferocious swaying hair balloon head can intimidate most enemies.

Hit the swollen face to pretend to be fat.

Still a big fat man four meters tall!

It's similar to how humans raise their hands high when encountering a beast, in order to pretend to be taller and intimidate the beast... This is a life-saving measure in my plan to go out this time.

After all, the world is too chaotic, he is not yet familiar with the environment, it is not Fu Qingjun's character to go out alone at night and leave the risk to God.

There are certain means of dealing with crises.

But my only special ability - hair, has always been too weak, basically can't lift things, and it's pretty good to barely hold up a monster in clothes.

However, hair has also been developed by him for various functions, such as needlework.

Hair is naturally proficient in various sewing techniques.

This octopus headgear is made from the original owner's clothes, sewn with hair, and then cut off the hair, which is extremely delicate.

For another example, he found that the hair was barely capable of a rocker antenna.

Put a piece of hair on top of the ant's head,

As an antenna, it does not need to be directly inserted into the head of the ant, and the action of the ant can be controlled from a distance.

As long as the distance is not far away, the antenna on the ant's head can connect to the signal.

Fu Qingjun thought about it, and kept sorting out what he had seen and heard about the real trip this time, the distribution of forces along the way, and wrote down the next schedule on the table.

"First, improve the life-saving headgear."

"It can be used because it can't be seen clearly at night, but it can be seen at a close distance during the day that it is a fake material. It is best to use snake skin as the base, sew scales, down, duck feathers, and even various animal skins to look more like biological materials. .”

"Second, find a way to get a gun."

"Otherwise it's a crossbow, or even a smaller concealed weapon... Fu Qingjun, a gangster like Fu Qingjun, can definitely get a gun, but he doesn't have one in his house. It should be that the autonomous region is not allowed to use guns against its own people, only martial arts are allowed. It's up to you... But I don't talk about Wude, if you can get it, you must get it."

He looked extremely calm.

Because I, a modern person, has no martial arts at all, and I am not a warrior. Is it true that martial arts use the sky spirit cover to resist?

He is not stupid.

He thought for a while, then picked up the pen again, "Besides firearms, there are bows and crossbows! Maybe we can let the ant civilization add a production line, let them produce crossbow bolts, mechanism boxes and so on, and click on the technology tree in this regard."

This is really not cowardice.

This is a very real thing, life is gone and nothing is left.

He is still very self-aware, and he is very clear about how much he is. He is still a man of the hour, and he must consider the assassinations, attacks, and weapon fights he will face in the future.

Get a lot of benefits, but also face the corresponding crisis.

"First of all, we should protect ourselves." He pressed his temple in pain.

"Third, start studying martial arts."

"The Sun Sacred Code is almost ready to practice, but this is a martial art suitable for the cultivation of ant structures. I can only practice the part of soul, mental state and spiritual training... The part of human beings is still the normal entry-level skills."

After all, after endless years of polishing, the foundation skills must have been perfect for human structure.

"Fourth, it is the development of the desktop monster kingdom."

"This is my most basic base camp. It has great potential and is completely on the right track... The only pity is that I can't expand the cultivation area and number in a short time, because these ants have already made my brain not enough... "

He pondered for a long time this time, and wrote the last question,

"Fifth, plants."

"The sun flower has been charging, but it has not been born with soul consciousness. Is it because the plant soul has been conceived for a long time, or is it impossible to appear? If plants can give birth to wisdom, is it possible to mix plant and human souls to create a A plant demihuman?"

"Also, it's the fish. If possible, add a fish tank to the sea family world in the house... But the problem is that the mental power is not enough, and I can't keep it."

....

Under the dim light bulb, he put down his pen and stretched his waist, "I'm such a weak chicken, when will I really stand up."

"If you can breed a few monster country sandboxes in the house, take a walk in the house every day for a civilized walk, and then become a gang leader outside, obtain various resources, and invest in the sandbox... that is the best virtuous circle .”

Such a day is beautiful to think about.

Sort out all the thoughts that can be thought of, which is regarded as the daily work habit of preparing lessons for the evening self-study in the third year of high school, and take it step by step.

He sighed, then cooked and ate a supper and went straight to sleep, went back to bed and lay down again, feeling very tired and tired, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

However, his weak and fragile body was tired, but his soul was still full of energy.

The whole person was lying on the bed with his hands folded, but his hair was flying all over the sky, like countless tentacles, hovering over the entire table, secretly observing the progress of civilization.

"Civilization is still lacking, machinery, knowledge, medicine... that's all, let's go to the table and walk for a short century."

With Fu Qingjun's remote joystick, an ant with a hairy antenna on its head slowly stepped onto the table,

"What is this world?"

Fu Qingjun looked at the hazy sky and the earth.

Incomparably real sense of touch, the bumpy wooden road under the feet, the houses and buildings in the distance, I suddenly feel that the world on this desktop has a real sense.