My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

　　 This time it was Fu Qingjun's turn to split his whole body.

　　 Shougongsha.

　　 This is the world where women are superior to men, men are chaste, waiting for their boudoirs, waiting to be married?

　　 "Ah! I'm sorry." She suddenly reacted, knowing that she shouldn't ask, and she was full of apologies.

　　 "I'm so abrupt, I'm really sorry! I just think, I think... just..." She was incoherent for a while, and she couldn't find any euphemistic words, and the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing.

　　 If it were normal, she would not be so gaffe, but her nerves were a little broken, and her mind suddenly said that sentence...

　　 "Please... give me an answer tomorrow, that job is really important to me." This gentle and beautiful big sister bent over and gave a salute. The shock at the moment was so great that she walked back to the next door in fright.

　　 "This beautiful big sister in her twenties is still too young." Fu Qingjun stared at her and walked in for a while. Instead of closing the door and going back, she looked at the surrounding environment downstairs in the distance.

　　 The sun is shining and it is in the afternoon.

　　 is an old-fashioned four-story residential building similar to a student dormitory building.

　　 The houses in the building are side by side. Everyone goes out as a corridor. There is a pole on it for drying clothes. The house is a bit old and looks very old.

　　 "It's still a peaceful world. The Tanabata Festival here has not encountered the weird incidents of our place." He took a deep breath, looked at the number plate, and lived at 306 on the third floor.

There is an old-fashioned tin mailbox next to the door, and the first floor below seems to be a restaurant with food, and there are pedestrians coming and going.

　　 Some men on the road have short hair, capable shorts, full of muscles, like coolies working at the docks in the last century. Some men have high-crown hair and long hair, which are similar to the hairstyles of ancient scholars and scholars.

　　 Different occupations by hairstyle?

　　 He looked into the distance.

　　 It seems that because it is a slum area, there are not even some telephone poles and vintage cars from the industrial age. Occasionally I see some people riding bicycles in uniform clothes, seeming to catch fast, carrying a very bloated black long pipe gun.

　　Occasionally, there are even blonde foreigners on the road.

　　 In the distance is the gate of the block, a tall sign is hung, on both sides of the inside and outside are written:

　　[Foreigners must register for entry]

　　 Fu Qingjun is vaguely like seeing the old-fashioned atmosphere of the axe gang in the "Kung Fu" movie.

"Similar to the era a hundred years ago? The environment is chaotic, but I didn't see a good place to throw the body at first glance." He stared at the door next to him for a while, confirming that Li Mo did not appear again, and then slowly walked back to the room. Close the door.

　　 He looked at the corpse again, suddenly wondering what to do with it.

　　 After thinking for a while, he opened the sleeves of the arms on the corpse, and on the strong bronze muscles, a little red dot appeared, and Fu Qingjun's expression could not help but relax.

　　 "The chastity is still..."

　　 has not been tarnished, and now the cause of his suicide has clearly been ruled out directly.

　　 "However, even this kind of hunk has Shougongsha."

　　 Fu Qingjun is surprised, is this outrageous?

　　He is very curious about the customs of this world.

　　 "It seems that civilization is still in the industrial age. The backward technological civilization has begun to have airplanes and cannons, and even ancient warriors with some faint muscles?"

　　 is obviously not a world where women are inferior to men.

　　 Otherwise, I won’t find Fu Qingjun, a martial artist who seems to be working at the dock. Could it be something related to martial arts training, and to protect the boy’s body, Yang Qi, etc.?

　　 "But the most important thing is to deal with the corpse."

　　 It seems that because the whole person is relaxed, a strong sense of hunger floods into my mind, and my brain starts to feel dizzy due to a large lack of energy.

　　 He hurriedly rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the room looking for food.

　　 Fortunately, there is still half a tank of rice in the rice tank in the room. He directly cooked the fire and gobbled it up. After more than half an hour, he gradually digested it before reluctantly regaining his strength.

　　 "I really became a monster."

Fu Qingjun stared blankly at the disappearing big pot of rice, eating more than two or three brick-moving guys combined, "I'm still dry, I'm weak when I eat, and the energy to eat is sucked in. On the head."

　　 Fu Qingjun remembers once reading a popular science:

　　 Overuse of the brain by humans will also greatly consume body energy.

　　 "I don't want to eat crazy for energy conversion, and I can't keep up with the energy consumption at the moment of my head?" Fu Qingjun felt bad all at once.

　　 If you use simple addition and subtraction to add more than 6,000 souls to yourself, the brain energy consumption is not 6,000 times?

　　 The brain is a super CPU. Can the body's low current and voltage of the AA battery be supplied?

　　 This is a power issue.

　　 Even if you eat crazy, your body's digestive capacity can't keep up, wouldn't it be sure to die?

　　 And even if you keep up with the energy supply, replenishing your energy will only make you more noisy, and your head will be squeezed by the strong expansion of your mental energy, and you will have more headaches!

　　Hu!

　　 Fu Qingjun continued to digest and eat, the whole person's sense of collapse was not so strong. At the same time, he found that the top of his head was painful and itchy, and that mental power was coming out like something about to grow out.

　　 He touched his head, and he unexpectedly began to re-grow fine and soft hairy young hair, tough and supple.

　　I have long hair?

　　 suddenly,

　　 dying and sitting up in shock!

　　 He was ecstatic, and the dignity of his own man returned. The second master Mediterranean barber has always told himself that hair is the dignity of a man, and he thinks it makes sense.

　　 But he soon noticed something even stranger.

　　 Hair is like a soft arm, which can control peristalsis and even stand upright to make various movements.

　　 Wow!

　　 He hurriedly came to the mirror, as if a row of short grass grew on his head, swaying with the wind.

　　 "Sure enough, as soon as I came out of reincarnation, there was a mutation."

　　 Fu Qingjun was shocked, and he said: "People with super powers can bend the stainless steel spoon directly with their minds, but I can only bend my own...hair?"

　　? ? ?

　　 I have accumulated 17 years, but you are here?

That's it?

　　 Ancient ship, are you right with your mysterious, magical, powerful and invincible?

　　 "Since my mental power can bend my hair, then..." He tried to bend the spoon with mental power, but found no effect at all.

　　 Then, I tried to concentrate on moving the small bottle, not moving.

　　 Even at the end, I found that the mental power couldn't even move the paper.

　　 He is about to cry!

　　 But keenly, he quickly discovered that his current hair is a bit special.

　　 He felt his five senses became extremely sharp, and the hair grew out of it, and it turned out to be like antennae, sensing any slight wind and grass around him.

　　 The hair was constantly swaying on the top of his head, looking very strange.

　　 A fly flew above the head.

　　 噗嗤! !

　　 A strand of hair turned into a needle thread, plunged into the body of the fly, and then threw it against the wall.

　　 "It turned out to be as flexible as a hand." Fu Qingjun was a little bit horrified. He just reflexively wanted to use his hand to drive away the flies, but his hair was instantly slapped to death with his thoughts.

　　 "Wait, I just inserted my hair into the body of the fly, something seems to be pouring out, and my mind doesn't seem to hurt so much."

　　 Fu Qingjun bent down and searched for ants on the ground, "Can you share some of your own pain and brain with excessive soul explosion?"

　　 The hygiene at home was very poor, and soon he caught an ant and inserted his hair into the ant's body again.

　　The spirit of the soul poured in like a torrent.

　　嘭!

　　 The ant's brain exploded directly with the influx of souls, softening to the ground.

　　 Despite the slight decrease, I can still feel the sense of relief.

"it works!"

　　 Maybe it’s like a pressure difference?

　　 My own brain is like a pressure cooker, as long as it is connected to an exhaust pipe, it can be led to other places?

　　 But Fu Qingjun is too happy, which means that his headache can be relieved!

　　 He is still very receptive!

In the spirit of scientific exploration that a high school student had been to a chemistry laboratory, he began to use his hair to madly insert bed boards, steel bars, wooden boards, electrical wires, mud walls... and even tried to use that corpse, but Nothing happens.

　　 "It's a shame, my hair can only be inserted into living things."

　　 He had a lot of fun, and found himself with strong and superimposed mental power. Suddenly he felt something like the evil snake-haired Medusa in Western mythology, with flying hair.

　　...

　　...

　　 The hair is extremely sensitive, like a bug trap.

　　 Qingjun Fu started experimenting with living creatures and found some living creatures that can be found in the house, some flies, mosquitoes, ants, and snails.

　　 The hair was inserted quickly, testing their load-bearing limit.

　　 Hula la—

　　 Fu Qingjun fiddled with these little animals, instilling souls, and unknowingly studied it until it got dark.

　　 And his hair grew crazily at a rate of a few centimeters in an hour. In the past seven or eight hours, Fu Qingjun has a weird lush long black hair cape.

　　 He understood thoroughly.

　　 If you compare your head to a round flowerpot, then the "brain" is the white soil inside the flowerpot.

　　 I supplemented the "white soil" with nutrients, watered it and fertilized it, and then I grew hair that was rooted in the brain and could be called a tender grass?

　　 As long as I continue to supplement the brain soil with nourishment, this hair branch will continue to grow, just like a chive.

　　 "Hair is like soft tentacles rooted in the brain, floating in the air like catkins!"

　　 Fu Qingjun’s brain supplemented the perspective picture: a white brain with black hair ducts **** on it... only an inexplicable evil and horror were felt.

　　嘭!

　　嘭!

　　嘭!

　　 "Why do you think so much, scare yourself." He started the experiment again, outputting along the hair, and small insects exploded.

　　 "It seems that there is a tolerance limit. If you output too much to them, it will explode instantly and die."

　　 But it's also a matter of course.

　　 Fu Qingjun's own brain also has a bearing limit.

　　 He felt that his brain was about to explode before. Now that he sees real examples, he can't help but feel lingering.

　　 "But as long as the right amount, they seem to be full of energy, waiting to be fed, excited, and it seems to stimulate the development of physical potential, which seems to be very beneficial..."

　　 "Even when my hair is inserted, I can instantly control their movements, as if I have been branded with my own spirit."

　　 So, this is controlled by giving the animals regular injections one by one... the technique of controlling animals?

　　 "But it can soothe my brain."

　　 Fu Qingjun scratched his head.

　　 "This is distracting my over-expanded soul power every minute and every second... Even though these huge mental powers that squeeze the brain will still recover with food."

　　 But it is a pity that these ants and other small insects can share the mental power, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is simply a drop in the bucket.

　　 The only thing worthy of luck is that he caught a mouse. Regardless of its inability to bear it, he directly exploded its brain with mental energy. The whole talent was relieved by more than half, and the head finally didn't hurt so much.

　　 "However, if they don't squeeze their heads at once, but slowly moisturize them, can they continue to raise the upper limit of their tolerance and finally unlock their wisdom?"

　　The monster in the myth becomes a spirit, Fu Qingjun is naturally familiar with it.

　　 After all, the mysterious things of the ancient ship have happened. If you can raise demons, wouldn’t it be very exciting...If you raise more, build a demonic civilization...

　　 Maybe this is the correct usage of brain hair.

　　 Hoop! !

"You can try to manipulate them." Fu Qingjun got excited and sat on a chair, with long black hair on the back of his head, dancing wildly like a dragon and snake, stabling hundreds of ants on the table flexibly. They are divided into two neatly arranged queues like thread puppets.

kill!

　　 The puppet ants on both sides quickly launched a charge.

　　 The ants fight together, the scene is like an ancient army fighting.

　　 "There is no IQ at all, and they can easily control their actions."

　　 Fu Qingjun sat on a chair, bowed his head earnestly, and controlled the ant army on both sides of the table with his flying hair, forming a formation, playing with great interest.

　　 "Is this... Auto Chess?"

　　 Very interesting experiment, I control the two armies against each other, just like a person playing chess on both sides of the table.

　　 "More likely, this is an ant war with the control of the hair on the top. It can be called... the war on the top." He fluttered and stared at the table and said.