My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

　　　　 On the night road back, Fu Qingjun has been summing up his experience.

　　 has worked very hard and very carefully to give her hair, but the center of the head inserted into the "needle" is still bald.

　　 "If I accidentally draw, she will definitely become a bald head..." Fu Qingjun hesitated and said in thought: "However, she should thank me if she left half of it."

　　 I'm still too kind, I didn't dare to draw much.

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

　　 This is the sponge drained of water...

　　 If you draw too much, I’m afraid you won’t be able to recover your energy for a few months, lethargic, lethargic, weak in energy, and weak... It’s like a living person being inhaled yang.

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

　　 This group is enough for the time being.

　　 But it shouldn't be used for too long, and it will be consumed cleanly by the ants who consume it very quickly.

　　 After all, not everyone is as big and 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 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 property to the other party. He has just made a dozen silver dollars from those three perverts and posted so much...I will be poor in the future. I have to find a way to make money thoroughly."

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

　　 But since he is an ordinary person in a peaceful society, how can he be cold-blooded? I am not the three masters who **** blood everywhere.

　　 "Forget it, it's not enough to think of another way next time."

　　 "It's a big deal after a few days, and I will go to the nightclub to find the next 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 and went back to sit in the room.

　　 If there is nothing to do, he still wants to go through it, because going out means risk.

　　 This is not a peaceful society. Wars, fights, and gangs are all dangerous everywhere, especially at night, when public security is terribly chaotic.

　　 "However, after a test, the clothes work well." Fu Qingjun calmly took off his bloated coat and sat back on the chair in the room.

　　 This dress was modified by him, and a huge octopus headgear was sewn on the inside of the dress.

　　 If necessary, the hair that is usually wrapped around the waist will slowly put on the inner headgear by itself, then push out the neck, cover the head, and become a huge octopus human head.

　　 The head of an octopus that is more than two meters high, plus his own height, is about four meters full, and his swaying hair balloon head can intimidate most enemies.

　　 Beat the swollen face to fill the fat man.

　　 is still a big fat man with a height of four meters!

　　Similar to humans, they must raise their hands high when encountering a beast, to pretend to be taller to scare the beast... This is a life-saving measure in his 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 at night and leave the risk to God.

　　 There are certain measures to deal with crises.

　　 My only special ability-hair, is always too weak, basically can't lift things, it's pretty good to barely lift up a clothes to be a monster.

　　 However, his hair has also developed various functions, such as needlework.

　　 Hair is naturally proficient in various sewing techniques.

　　 This octopus headgear is sewn out of the original owner’s clothes and hair, and then the hair is cut. It is very delicate.

　　 For another example, he found that his hair barely had the ability of a rocker antenna.

　　 Insert a piece of hair on the top of the ant's head and use it as an antenna. It does not need to be directly inserted into the ant's brain, and the ant's actions can be controlled from a distance.

　　 As long as they are not far apart, the antenna on the ant's head can connect to the signal.

　　Fu Qingjun thought for a while, and kept sorting out the information about the real trip this time, the distribution of power along the way, and wrote the next schedule on the table.

　　 "First, the life-saving headgear is improved."

"It can be used because it is not clear at night, but during the day, you can see that it is a counterfeit material at close range. It is best to use snake skin as a primer, and sew scales, down, duck feathers, and even animal skins to look more like biological materials ."

　　 "Second, find a way to get firearms."

"Otherwise it's a crossbow, or even a smaller hidden weapon... Fu Qingjun can definitely get a gun, but he doesn't have it in his room. It should be because the autonomous region is not allowed to use guns on his own people, only martial arts. Competitive...but, I don’t talk about martial ethics. If I can get it, I must do it."

　　He looked extremely calm.

　　Because I am a modern man who has no martial arts at all, he is not a martial artist. Is it true that martial ethics should be used to reinforce resistance?

　　 He is not stupid.

　　 He thought for a moment, and then picked up his pen, "Besides firearms, there are crossbows! Maybe it is possible for ants to be civilized and add a production line to produce crossbow arrows, organ boxes and the like. Click on the science and technology tree in this area."

　　 This is really not my own counseling.

　　 This is a very realistic thing, there is nothing left without fate.

　　 He is still very self-aware. He is very clear about the number of kilograms. He is still a man of the world, and future assassinations, assaults, and armed fights, all of which must be considered.

　　 Get many benefits, but also face the corresponding crisis.

　　 "I should protect myself first." He pressed his temple in pain.

　　 "Third, start studying martial arts."

　　 "The Sun Sacred Code is almost ready to start cultivation, but this is a martial arts suitable for ant structure training. I can only practice the part that exercises the soul, the mind and spirit... the part of the human being is still the normal entry-level skill."

　　 After all, after endless years of polishing, the foundation pile work must have been perfect for human structures.

　　 "Fourth is the development of the desktop monster country."

"This is my most basic base camp. It has huge potential and is completely on track... The only pity is that the cultivation area and number can not be expanded in a short time, because these ants have made my brain not enough... "

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

　　 "Fifth, plants."

"Sunflowers have always been charging, but they have not given birth to soul consciousness. Is it because the plant soul has been gestated for a long time, or is it impossible to appear? If plants can give birth to wisdom, is it possible to mix plants? And the human soul, creating a kind of plant demihuman?"

　　 "There is also fish. If possible, add a fish tank to the sea world... but the problem is that the mental energy is not enough, and it can't be raised."

　　...

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

"If you can breed a few demon country sandboxes in your house, walk around your civilization in the house every day, and then become a gang leader outside, get various resources and invest in the sandbox... is the best virtuous circle. ."

　　 Such a day is beautiful when you think about it.

　　 I sorted out all the thoughts I could think of. It was the work habit of daily preparation for self-study in the third night of high school. I took it step by step.

　　 sighed, then cooked and ate a supper and went to sleep directly, returned to the bed and lay down again, feeling very tired and exhausted, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

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

　　 The whole person is lying on the bed with his hands folded, but his hair is 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... nothing more, let's go to the table and walk for a short century."

　　 Fu Qingjun remote joystick, an ant with a dull antenna on his head slowly stepped onto the table,

　　 "What is this world?"

　　 Fu Qingjun looked at the hazy sky and the earth.

　　 An extremely real touch, the pitted wooden pavement under my feet, the houses and buildings in the distance, I suddenly felt that the world on this desktop had a real sense of reality.