My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

"This thing is really magical."

In the room, Fu Qingjun plugged in the remote control and played with a new type of Feathered Serpent,

"The new version of the Feathered Serpent God, which incorporates the structure of the Wuwa people, is more like rubber..."

The finger-sized Feathered Serpent Clan is already very huge for a life of the size of a normal ant, but when it swells up, it can become a long banana, flying through the sky.

Fu Qingjun even tried to fill his belly with water to test its flight capacity.

puff!

Feathered Serpent, full of water, sprayed water down and spilled on the desk.

"It's pretty fun."

Fu Qingjun thinks it's miraculous, a portable biological airship?

It's no wonder that the ultra-small witch world sandbox is regarded as a family of rain!

Fu Qingjun always feels proud whenever he comes up with new species, because his hair can really create new species and synthetic monsters!

"Although, I really synthesized wisdom monsters, built a monster country sandbox over the ruins, and built a supernatural world, but... something that seems very simple is actually understood as traveling through time and space."

He couldn't laugh or cry, "People in this world still think that they have gone back to the prehistoric era hundreds of thousands of years ago, and passed on one by one..."

"Even the native Udullah believed it..."

Poisonous!

Of course, Fu Qingjun had a bold idea about the Feathered Serpent God.

That street performer, can't he put a torch in front of his mouth and breathe flames?

Wouldn't it be possible to put an ultra-small gas tank in the belly of this Feathered Serpent?

"Fireball?" Fu Qingjun thought it was okay.

It's dinner time, we still have to eat.

Fu Qingjun walked downstairs, and met several neighbors coming down the stairs together, saying hello to him.

"Master Fu!"

"Hello, Master Fu!"

Fu Qingjun nodded and smiled.

But he thought in his heart that although it is not very handsome to be called the deputy gang leader, he is still in charge of a town sect in a small place.

I have to say that I am the weakest among the warriors of the Devil's Muscle Gang.

Even the muscles are inflated.

It is so incompatible with the Hong Kong comic fighting style of this group of muscular brothers with an average height of 1.9 meters.

The small speakers are all 1.86 meters...

Before, I was standing on a small bench in the room, looking down at her.

Only Li Mo, an ordinary person who is a dance teacher, who is about 1.7 meters tall, has a higher level than himself.

"I practice martial arts, and I am called Bone Realm, which should promote the second development." Fu Qingjun thought in his heart, he would have to be 1.9 meters by then.

Don't look at the fact that I am painting my hair to fill my muscles now, but sooner or later I will grow into the real original owner's body shape.

Although, if you practice spiritual witchcraft by yourself, you won't have such exaggerated muscles, it is estimated that you can only be called bodybuilding.

"However, through the appearance of other people, I don't look different, and I'm still well hidden, so why... just looking at me so surprised?"

Out of the corridor, under the dark night at dusk, scattered black street lights are lined up, and office workers with bicycles occasionally drive by, which has the atmosphere of an old-fashioned movie.

Several storefronts in the cement buildings on both sides also kept chatting.

The sparse customers in the shop, when they saw Fu Qingjun, they also greeted Fu Qingjun, and even handed melons and fruits with a smile.

"Thank you, no need."

Fu Qingjun smiled and refused as usual.

I am also moved by the prestige of my predecessor in the neighborhood, and I like to give myself things from door to door, and the grandfathers and old ladies on the street also like me very much.

Taking another look at the black car, Fu Qingjun couldn't help laughing, "The people over there are still in their dreams, discussing the possibility of the fourth realm passionately with Udulla, doing scientific research, and don't come out for dinner."

"Several put into work with enthusiasm,

The guy who just can't get out. "

"Experts and professors in this world are extremely dedicated and devout, full of passion."

Soon, I came to a noodle restaurant in a diagonal corner downstairs, which was the remodeled staff canteen of Miao Chuntang.

Little Trumpet, Bai Yu, even Qin Hong and Li Mo had already arrived.

On each dining table, there are also big and strong muscular warriors, who are also laughing and eating.

such a day. It's actually quite harmonious.

The era is in the steam mechanical revolution, and the dispute between martial arts reformers and conservatives, if it is not for the establishment of an ant exploration team, to explore the ruins of the earth in another world, explore the map, and save the survivors...

Living here is also good.

At the very least, this world is relatively simple and clear, and the average person is guarding the palace.

But you still have to save people.

Although I was taken by the ancient ship and fled to the parallel universe, my own people are safe, but I can't be alone...

What's more, I also want to know what happened to the end of the world on earth. It would be great if I could communicate.

"How's business going?"

Soon, Fu Qingjun got rid of his thoughts, sat down in his seat and asked, "Watch shop, is there anything unusual?"

This time of day is the time for Fu Qingjun to conduct daily gang management.

After all, I usually explore the ruins of the ball.

"The situation is very good."

At the dinner table, Li Mo skillfully took out the ledger and reported in detail:

"Today's pocket watches and music boxes are selling well, and the sales are skyrocketing day by day. Some people are even interested in our membership card, saying that the workmanship style is very unique, and they have to buy it alone..."

"It is said that the aristocrats who govern the Central District, the aristocrats, have begun to popularize our clocks and become a fashion trend..."

"Of course, they are also starting to be jealous of our industry, but you are already a great master, we don't have to be afraid. The family background is deep, and there are indeed many masters, but the master is also the limit... They will not offend a young master. It is their consistent style to come to negotiate business and win over."

"After all, the western knight family and the eastern martial arts family like to find some young outside martial arts masters to improve their family lineage."

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Fu Qingjun listened carefully, and he was already on the right track.

Four to five hundred taels of silver a day is simply a huge profit, which is equivalent to half a month's turnover of the previous gang.

It is stronger than the Ten Knife Club next door who currently controls the train station.

"VIP membership cards are not only for sale, they are not for sale...Follow the normal process." Fu Qingjun said: "As for other people's jealousy, don't worry."

Fu Qingjun knew that there would definitely be obstacles. No matter what era, if he wanted to develop, he would definitely have to touch the cake of other people.

But he believes in the speed of his development.

The big deal is to share several layers of profits, and I am a business without capital... There is too much room for it.

"I understand people who want to buy a membership card alone. I also like the membership card very much. The music is very special and the fighting spirit is very exciting!"

The small loudspeaker next to it said, "Our brothers, recently training in martial arts, like to fight with the sound of membership cards! They said that under the battle songs of their own gang, they will not lose!"

"Yeah, very good." Fu Qingjun responded to the small speaker with a smile, and felt that just like what he thought, the corporate culture of the gang had begun to condense.

"The Ten Knives Association next door is very jealous." The little trumpet said happily, "But they have no choice but to stare blankly and inquire about the source of the goods in our hands."

Fu Qingjun asked again, "Did they do anything?"

"What can they do?"

Bai Yu was full of disdain and said: "A group of guys who turned into businessmen have lost the blood of warriors. They never dared to fight bravely with our people in Miao Chuntang. If it wasn't for their cleverness, they would have made a fool of themselves in the ring... "

He was also resentful and complained about Shi Daohui.

"Don't rush, everything develops slowly." Fu Qingjun poured wine for the small trumpet, Bai Yu, and Qin Hong, and said with a smile: "Drink well, try to break through the realm of great masters, three masters in one school."

All three of them nodded, and there were thousands of words of thanks that they didn't know how to say.

This wine is very effective in strengthening the spirit.

If things go on like this, great masters are expected.

I drink ant wine for lunch at night, and snail noodles in the late-night cafeteria.

Fu Qingjun planned to gradually build a gang base.

"As for the possible inheritance of the wizard..." Fu Qingjun looked at Li Mo, "Did you find the person I was looking for?"

Li Mo nodded, "I have already searched for relatives in the gang. Young underage girls, who seem to be smart and intelligent, have found five... They said that if they can bear the side effects, they may not be able to get married. give birth."

"It's normal not to get married and have children."

The little trumpet scratched his head, "Most warriors need to maintain Yuanyang to practice. It's the same for men and women. If you enter the profession, you have to be prepared, unless you have broken through the great master, or you feel that you have no hope of improving martial arts. At the age of fifty, the body's functions are completely exhausted before retiring, marrying a wife and having children."

Most of the warriors who enter the industry are unlikely to break through the master, so they are all ready to be single until they are old and then retire.

"Finding five is already very good. Remember to keep them secret, and tell outsiders that they are the secrets of our gang's special martial arts." Fu Qingjun said: "Those people are the prototype of our gang's assassin hall."

After all boys...

He is currently not considering the first batch of wizard experiments.

The snails are a matriarchal race, and all the witches who replenished the snails' pure soul group before will be transformed into snails.

Males may lose male hormones and become sissy...

Fu Qingjun doesn't plan to feed them much for the snail transformation of the little girls, so he has to observe in detail... If it is a superficial snail transformation, then the skin will become moist and soft...

If there are too many, the reaction may be too big, such as various exaggerated and twisted yoga movements, turning into a real snail girl... like a subhuman?

Elf? The murloc kind?

Still have to experiment.

But according to this, wouldn't I also become a wizard in reality, doing various extraordinary transformation experiments in secret?

Suddenly there was a shock outside the cafeteria door.

"Help!"

"Doctor Bai, help!"

A tall, bloodstained man hurried in on a stretcher.

The man's chest was bright red, and the blood flowed wildly.

"Little trumpet, go and help me get the toolbox and save people." Bai Yu stood up, walked quickly to the stretcher, saw the face of the injured person, and frowned fiercely.

Other warriors also surrounded,

"Li Jihao?"

"Isn't this the second head of the Ten Swords Club?"

"Why does he have gunshot wounds all over his body?"

...

All the warriors around put down their jobs, they were all surprised and noisy.