Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Fang Qingyun was still curious why Purui didn't use the same method to freeze him as he did with the Mercury Stalker. Then he felt a slight resistance, followed by a sound like breaking glass. The space that had just been solidified by Purui was shattered by Fang Qingyun's body.

Well, it turns out that it can’t be sealed. Fang Qingyun felt relieved and tried even harder to escape.

Fang Qingyun is actually unable to compete with this kind of god, but in the setting, he who occupies the body is also a high-level narrator, and his status is even higher than that of Pu Cui. Pu Cui wants to block the high-level Fang Qingyun by blocking the space, which is tantamount to putting a piece of paper in front of an ordinary person who is running wildly. The obstruction effect can be completely ignored.

"Your Excellency, Archon, I have successfully accessed the network in this area and gained control of all the devices in this area. The turrets blocking the road can barely stop Pu Cui for a second or two. If we go more than two thousand meters ahead, we will reach the farthest hit point of the transmission ray. If there is grayish-white liquid flowing out of the nose during the transmission, it is a harmless side effect of the brain being dissolved by the transmission ray."

Naike pointed out a way for Fang Qingyun to survive, and Fang Qingyun, who was originally a little worried about how to escape, started to run as fast as he could.

Chapter 258, I, Hu Hansan, am back!

It was obvious that Pu Cui was very angry with Fang Qingyun, so he personally descended to chase Fang Qingyun. Fang Qingyun was naturally not a fool, and he crawled out from the gap in the pile of debris like a slippery loach.

Behind Pu Cui floated a barrier that followed him, like the surface of water and with a halo effect that came with some gods. The black and red arms of countless dead bodies in the barrier were waving wildly like demons, eager to tear apart any victim that approached. Once caught in it, there was an 80% chance that one would die instantly. Fang Qingyun was just making a guess, and he had no intention of trying it anyway.

A black and red, insubstantial, skinny hand "floated" out from the barrier behind Pu Cui. Its claws turned into a black streak of light like a bolt of lightning and flew straight towards Fang Qingyun's back. After hitting the air behind Fang Qingyun's back, it was bounced off by a layer of shield that was invisible to the naked eye.

The deflected stream of light remained powerful. After being some distance away from Purui's body, it exploded like a box compressed to the limit, revealing the giant hand inside which served as the body.

The skinny black hand crushed the things in front of it. Although it was just a useless piece of debris, the black hand still faithfully carried out its task and crushed everything in front of it.

Fang Qingyun crossed the rubble in front of him. Although he was jumping up and down in a panic, he was still calm. He originally wanted to fly away from Pu Cui quickly, but there was no concept of cover in the air. If he was caught, he would be crushed to death by Pu Cui like a mosquito. Running on the ground would not be too slow, not to mention that he had a way to speed up.

Fang Qingyun's upper body was naked now, and there was nothing to interfere with the movement of his phosphorus wings. He vibrated his wings at high speed in a charging posture, and the acceleration effect brought about was very obvious. Because of his fast speed, Fang Qingyun even seemed like a person flying at a low altitude with a jet backpack. One step could ensure the stable flight of his body for half a day, which meant he was half off the ground.

Now Fang Qingyun still had time to look back at Pucui. Pucui had been following him at a leisurely pace and it would take some time for him to close the distance.

And Naike is worthy of being a super intelligent computer. In the pile of debris that Fang Qingyun ran past, countless white turrets emerged from every inconspicuous corner like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and saluted the floating Pu Cui with a fierce "salute".

Although those blue-white beams could directly dissociate an ordinary person's matter into a pile of elemental compounds that would scatter nowhere if they hit an ordinary person, when they fell on Pu Cui, there was not even a chance for him to notice him, let alone make him pause. It was like using a small laser pen with insufficient illumination on an adult.

Those turrets didn't even get a single second for Fang Qingyun. When Pu Cui passed by with a bunch of malicious black hands, those turrets naturally exploded under the great force. The shock wave produced by the explosion made Fang Qingyun look sideways, but it couldn't even interfere with those black hands, let alone Pu Cui himself.

Under the interference of Black Hand, Fang Qingyun, who was originally in the lead, began to be gradually caught up by Pu Cui. Fang Qingyun had planned to rely on the concept of "omniscience" of the Holy Sword to roughly estimate the attack positions of those black streams of light, but the concept of the Holy Sword itself could not compare with Pu Cui from other universes. So facing Pu Cui's attack, the omniscience of the Holy Sword was like dead and could not play any role.

Although Pu Cui was chasing him very fast, Fang Qingyun didn't need to be faster than Pu Cui all the time. He just needed to outrun him within the two kilometers. With the yellow light used for teleportation shining on Fang Qingyun's head like the lights on the stage, Fang Qingyun, feeling confident, gestured to Pu Cui to say goodbye, and then teleported away in a ball of yellow light.

The camp was already in chaos. Fang Qingyun was not teleported to the center of the camp. Perhaps because the teleportation coordinates were interfered with by Purui, he was teleported to the outside of the team instead. He was less than a hundred meters away from the defense line formed by the vegetative people, but there were many C-04 monsters blocking the way.

The dense black and red barrage instantly submerged Fang Qingyun. Like an angel that had lost its limbs, the skinny and holy monster released more barrages, but these magic balls that were enough to blow ordinary mages in two fell into the air. These monsters were produced by the power of the Pure, but the material that made up these monsters was still from this world. Therefore, the omniscience of the holy sword allowed Fang Qingyun to see the hit positions of all the barrages and find a safe point.

Before the smoke raised by the barrage of bullets had completely dissipated, Fang Qingyun rushed out of the smoke. The vibrating phosphorus wings combined with his incredibly fast steps made him like a flash of lightning. He almost covered a distance of fifty meters in one second. The teeth on the holy sword in his hand operated at full speed like the fangs of a gluttonous monster, tearing flesh and cutting bones. The chopped monsters fell like snowflakes.

On the one hand, Fang Qingyun's high-profile behavior was to declare that he was unharmed so as not to worry Ximi and Juer. On the other hand, it was also to reduce the pressure on the front line and boost the morale of the vegetative patients.

Although these vegetable people did not need his encouragement at all, his act of rushing into the enemy group only made these vegetable people, whose morale was already locked, become more like their fungal relatives. They began to waggle on a large scale and collided violently with the emotionless C-04 monsters amid roaring war cries.

"Look, look who's back!" Ximi was like a monkey holding a stick, with her hands making a pergola and looking into the distance. After getting Fang Qingyun's assurance, Ximi was now full of yearning for the future. Her good mood made her magic power recover abnormally quickly. Now she summoned large numbers of skeletons wearing blue combat uniforms and holding guns to form the first batch of combat troops.

These combat troops are at the forefront, and their main goal is to prevent too many casualties among the vegetable people. Anyway, these skeletons are creations of magic, and the magic power that Ximi recovers in a yawn is enough for her to pull out another platoon.

Ju'er pulled her dragon fire sword out of a monster. After she pulled out the sword, the five-story-high monster was cut in half, and the cross section was full of blazing dragon fire. The shape of these green flames was very familiar to the plants, but they did not make further guesses. What if they guessed right? What if they guessed wrong? As long as they knew that there was now a person with the same fighting power as the king of the forest joining our side, that would be enough.

Perhaps because the end of the world is approaching, the thoughts of the plant people now generally tend to be pragmatic. The original racial discrimination, conflict of interest, and mutual infighting have been quickly replaced by being useful, racial unity, and full efficiency.

The vegetative people knew clearly that a three-meter-tall durian was considered big among the vegetative people, but in front of the C-04 monsters that were five stories tall, the thorn balls were as short as their calves. If they continued to fight among themselves in the face of such a crisis, the vegetative people themselves would not be able to survive.

A large number of heavy machine guns were mounted in the middle of the durian's spikes, turning this seemingly silly big guy into a bunker covered with thorns. If Naike hadn't been unable to find metal plates around to install on the durian, this durian would have likely evolved into a primitive tank.

The recoil of the heavy machine gun could hardly make Durian lose balance. The advantage of attacking from high above turned Durian into a terrifying killing machine. The flames it spewed out in all directions shot all kinds of bizarre flesh monsters into pieces. The few pieces of flesh that remained alive struggled desperately, but were finally crushed to pieces by Durian's thorny feet.

"The drone unit has been activated, and the bacteriophage robots will be loaded in five minutes." Naike was calculating everything at high speed. Just after pulling Fang Qingyun back with the transmission beam, she plunged into the ocean of data calculation. Several projected display screens flashed at high speed in front of her. A large number of drones, connected to her local area network, took off from the devices carried by the vegetative man behind her and released a large number of light bombs towards the battlefield.

When the explosive light bomb hits the flesh monster, it will blow up basin-sized pieces of flesh. A drone can fire a bunch of such light bombs, and the huge flesh monster will evaporate at the speed of light and fall down like a giant with the flesh on the back of its neck cut off.

When Fang Qingyun rushed to his own position, he happened to meet Zhiwei. Fang Qingyun's impression of Zhiwei had always been that kind-hearted fat man with a muffled voice and grease on the handle, but now Zhiwei used his actual actions to tell Fang Qingyun that what Zhiwei said when they first met was not a lie.

With a battle cry of "I am bathed in blood", Zhiwei jumped into the enemy group with a two-handed battle axe in hand. His vigorous slashing was like turning on a meat grinder at the forefront of the battlefield. Although the two-handed battle axe in his hand could not allow him to cut up the giant flesh monsters, he still relied on his own fighting style to remove the "rib-like" limbs used for movement of the flesh monsters, leaving these big guys to be slaughtered by others.

Zhiwei's battle cry almost made Fang Qingyun stumble. Although he adjusted himself quickly, the aftereffect was that he had to look at Zhiwei from time to time, in case he missed the sign when Zhiwei "fell to the ground seriously injured".

Fang Qingyun, holding the holy sword, deliberately changed direction to avoid competing with Zhiwei for the monster. Although the holy sword seemed too small in front of the monster, Fang Qingyun thought of a good idea. He poured all his magic power into the holy sword to extend the "sword light" of the holy sword as long as possible.

By the time the magic power in Fang Qingyun's body was used up, the sword light had a length of nearly 500 meters, which means that the sword light had no weight, otherwise Fang Qingyun would definitely lift himself up like a seesaw. Seeing that the sword light had almost crossed the entire battlefield, Fang Qingyun took a deep breath, and with a "ha" he swept the holy sword across.

Wherever he passed, there were no monsters taller than a man. It was like a real combine harvester passing by. All the monsters had their bodies neatly cut off as high as a man. Fang Qingyun once again used his waist strength to swing the holy sword wildly. The 500-meter-long sword light harvested lives like the scythe of the god of death. Fortunately, he had watched it in advance and did not cause any accidental injuries.

Yating, who had been staying beside Ximi to help summon skeletons because she was not very skilled, was stunned: "Is this how magic is used?"

Chapter 259, Apocalypse Baby?

"Just tell me if this method works or not." After his senses were greatly enhanced, Fang Qingyun was able to hear the sound from far away through simple "shadow catching". Although Yating only complained in a low voice, Fang Qingyun still heard it: "This is called a 40-meter sword! I can let them run 39 meters first."

...Forty meters. Everyone's mouths twitched as they looked at the sword light extending into the distance...The length of this thing is almost endless, and you call this forty meters?

Fang Qingyun took a breath, retracted the sword, and the depleted magic power in his body recovered rapidly. He wiped the non-existent sweat from his face and watched those stiff large monsters being cut up neatly as if they were connected to the Internet, and turned into pieces of meat that looked like cut ingredients. The pieces of meat that had lost their vitality quickly rotted into pools of rotten meat, and like a snow mountain melting in an instant, they turned into a pile of red blood that hit the front line.

Although the short flesh and blood monsters dodged Fang Qingyun's "guillotine attack", they were ultimately outnumbered by the attack of rotten flesh. Although the small vegetative people could not stand and Ximi's skeleton soldiers were also washed away, the tall durian still maintained its original position. Naike's bacteriophage robots were also ready, and a large number of self-destructive drones were released in an instant, allowing the flesh and blood monsters to be evenly distributed on the 20-square-meter ground in countless flames.

"Be careful, these are just the beginning, the big ones are coming!" Ximi quickly demonstrated her mobility as a ghost. She chose to fly higher and did not get contaminated by the rotten flesh. The smell emitted in an instant made it impossible to open one's eyes. Even among the vegetative patients, there were a large number of plants pinching the area under the eyes.

Because they don't have noses, but this stench is no longer unbearable without a nose.

"It doesn't matter." A sharp laugh came from the mouth of a huge figure in the distance. Fang Qingyun turned his head and saw that this guy was not there before. The magic power that escaped during the emergency teleportation was like a entity surrounding the huge figure, covering its general face. Fang Qingyun didn't know where to look for a moment. This huge figure couldn't cover its mouth alone, and there were two: "Everyone can die, whether you or me, so there is no need to continue fighting."

The huge figure finally dispelled the magic around it and revealed its true form. The height of a seven-story building made Fang Qingyun cover his head: "I always feel that fighting with Pu Cui is like fighting with various large monsters... If abilities can be expressed in numerical values, then my current anti-large attribute is at least over 100."

"Now is not the time to talk about attributes." Ju'er held the Dragon Fire Sword, and in a flash, he turned into a ball of dragon fire and came to Fang Qingyun's side, facing the monster together with Fang Qingyun.

"Indeed, this guy has several mouths. Not only does one person have to fight it in hand-to-hand combat, but he also has to win an argument with both of its mouths. That's not an easy task." Ximi showed his blue lightsaber and fought side by side with Fang Qingyun: "I can't miss this kind of thing!"

"Apocalypse Baby is ready," the huge figure said, and the strange self-proclaimed name made everyone feel uncomfortable: "Next is a fight with a god from another world who is as great as Master Pucui. Baby wants to know how strong you are, so baby wants to fight with you. Come on, try to dismember me!"

Although Baby Apocalypse really seems to have a bubble in his brain and encourages the enemy before the battle, this guy's fighting ability should not be underestimated. It can be seen from its human-like but not completely human-like appearance.

The appearance of the baby Apocalypse is very inappropriate for children. The head on the top looks like the roots of two triceratops horns connected together, and a blood-red distorted smiling face is revealed in the gap between the roots. The sharp teeth and eyes that are not on the same horizontal line make the smiling face look like it is painted on. In fact, those teeth are not made of real substances, but like something displayed on an LCD screen.

The chest connected to the head is a completely black void. The lower part of the void, which is roughly the area below the sternum and above the belly button in human terms, has a big mouth full of sharp teeth with fairly neatly arranged teeth, and three pairs of arms on both sides of the big mouth.

The arms of the Apocalypse baby are different from those of normal people, it can be said that they are completely opposite. Although the joints are bent outwards, when a normal person's arms and the Apocalypse baby's arms maintain the same posture, you will find that the palms of the Apocalypse baby seem to be upside down. When the palms of a normal person face inward and the thumbs naturally point upwards, the thumbs of the Apocalypse baby are pointing downwards.

This flipping feeling gives people a very inharmonious feeling, as if the baby Apocalypse did not have six hands, but three pairs of limbs.

Looking further down, under the big mouth of Apocalypse baby is the "spine" exposed to the air. Three or four hands grow from the spine and are crossed. In the middle of the spine and the big mouth, there is a pair of exceptionally strong normal arms, which look like they are clasped together.

This strange structure made Fang Qingyun frown unconsciously. Even his hell was not so... unscientific. Could it be that all those arms were used for praying? In Fang Qingyun's hell, those arms were not so-called decorations, but mechanical arms that never got tired, thus increasing production speed.

"Come here and let me hug you!" The big mouth on the chest of Apocalypse baby opened into a terrifying arc, which made people feel creepy like a laughing clown. Combined with the action of Apocalypse baby stretching out his arms to hug, only a fool would think that it just wanted a hug. Fang Qingyun even suspected that if he was hugged, he would probably be stuffed into its mouth and chewed in the next second. Fang Qingyun didn't want to recall the feeling of being cut in half.

Ximi and Ju'er jumped to the sides. Baby Tianqi's arms did not grab the corners of any of their clothes. Instead, he slapped Fang Qingyun hard with both arms. If they were hit by this, they would probably end up like the mosquito in his palm.

Fang Qingyun spread his phosphorus wings and flew into the air. The sturdy arms of the Apocalypse baby collided with each other, making a shocking collision sound: "Nai Ke, quickly evacuate the vegetative patients, this battle is not something they can participate in"

"Order received." Naike accepted Fang Qingyun's order and joined forces with three skeletons to begin evacuating the vegetative patients. After most of the vegetative patients crawled out of the pile of rotten flesh, they quickly recovered from the mindless chaos and followed Naike's command to break up into small groups and evacuate quickly.

Apocalypse Baby missed the attack, and its huge arm swept towards Fang Qingyun, causing continuous explosions along the way. A black magic ball condensed in its palm. At the same time, the laser that burst out from its palm swept across the ground, plowing horrible deep marks on the ground, making it look like the earth was bleeding.

Fang Qingyun had only one way to deal with this. The holy sword in his hand was transformed into a shield. The black laser swept onto the transformed shield of the holy sword, and was easily bounced back by the holy sword in a different direction. The smoke rising from the huge explosion obscured the big mouth of the Apocalypse Baby, which was ready to devour anyone. The Apocalypse Baby was hit directly by his own light cannon, and stopped attacking in pain.

Fang Qingyun took advantage of this opportunity and transformed the holy sword in his hand into a greatsword. He activated the blade of the holy sword with all his strength, like a chainsaw with full motor, and sawed into the direction of the palm lines of the baby Apocalypse's hand, chopping off half of its palm and the first four fingers neatly.

"Oh, it hurts!" Baby Apocalypse cried out, it was unclear whether it was pain or joy. His tone was like the satisfaction of being whipped, which made Fang Qingyun's eyebrows wrinkled into a "川" shape. Could this set of operations be a reward for him?

The baby Apocalypse put the severed hand into the big mouth in his abdomen. Fang Qingyun originally thought that he would be reborn, but in the end it just licked the severed surface with the tongue in its big mouth that was as flexible as a giant python. The tongue covered with suction cups made a sound of juice from time to time after sucking too much.

Since this pain-loving pervert can't heal himself, let's make him completely alone! Fang Qingyun vibrated his phosphorous wings and dived towards the face of the baby Apocalypse at high speed. Facing the palms from the left and right, the holy sword in Fang Qingyun's hand turned into a spear. His body accelerated again and flew out of the killing range of the giant palm. The spear was like a fatal spike, nailing into the horn-like head of the baby Apocalypse.

The pain made Apocalypse baby's hands stiffen. Ximi and Ju'er, who were looking for opportunities nearby, quickly joined the battlefield. They took this opportunity to pass by each other and swung their weapons in a semicircle. Apocalypse baby's pair of arms that grew on his spine and were kept crossed were broken at the wrists.

The pain here made Apocalypse baby subconsciously move the other two pairs of arms growing on the spine. Ximi and Ju'er were obviously spirits, but they were hit by this sudden crazy palm, and their figures became a little dimmer as they flew out.

"Fuck, you're going to hit my people, right!" Fang Qingyun held the spear and pressed the weight of his entire body on it, trying his best to stab it into the head of the Apocalypse baby. Now he regretted it very much. If the Apocalypse baby's head shape was not like a croissant, Fang Qingyun would not have a fulcrum to use as a force to stab down. His weight was only that much, and his feet did not have suction cups, so he naturally could not continue to press the spear down. The Apocalypse baby was also trying his best to hold the spear to prevent it from passing through its eyebrows.

Baby Apocalypse also counterattacked. It raised its hands high, but did not dare to slap Fang Qingyun with its palms, as this might help nail the gun into his head. It raised its hands high, and lasers with terrifying power shot out from its palms, accurately shooting at Fang Qingyun from several directions.

The laser has no friendly damage to itself, but it will definitely have a certain interference effect on this person who is said to be able to fight on equal terms with Pu Cui.

Chapter 260: I want to use Newton's law!

At this moment, Fang Qingyun was not surprised but happy. He did not even try to hide and let the lasers hit him. These black and red lasers and magic balls of Pucui were not just evaporation as people usually thought, but also had considerable blasting effects. When this part of the power acted on Fang Qingyun, it became the last straw that overwhelmed the enemy.

The power of the laser did not cause much damage to Fang Qingyun, and it was even defeated by the mucus on his body. The only effect was to give him a downward force. Fang Qingyun relied on fine-tuning his movements to allow the combined force of several lasers to form a horizontal balance, helping him to stab downwards while preventing him from being hit by the laser.

The holy spear pierced through the horned skull of the baby Apocalypse. The conflict between the concepts of death and life formed a huge explosion, and the hard skull of the baby Apocalypse blocked the explosion inside the skull and completely absorbed the force. The skull, which was originally difficult for the holy sword to completely penetrate, underwent huge deformation, and the seven-story-high baby Apocalypse fell to the ground like a collapsed building.

Fang Qingyun held the holy spear, used it as a walking stick and stepped on the skull of the baby Apocalypse to the ground steadily. The twisted skull was broken at his feet. He pulled out the holy spear and subconsciously turned it in his hand. The scattered light made the scene look heroic, and the muscles carved by knives and axes on his naked upper body made him look like a white shark that had emerged from the water.

Is this Apocalypse baby so weak?

Baby Apocalypse panted: "Hahaha, you are indeed a great god like Lord Purui. I guessed long ago that I couldn't beat you... Thousands of attempts will only make you stand up and fight again. You are invincible." It snorted, and the mouth on its chest opened wide, revealing all kinds of illusions inside: "But we can destroy the reason for your existence here. You can hold on so many times, then what about your friends? How many times can they withstand it?"

The big mouth on the chest of the Apocalypse baby opened, revealing the illusion inside. Fang Qingyun could see Ju'er collapse under the pressure, and finally chose the blood-red skinny hand of Purui, and was transformed into a believer of Purui. He saw Ximi facing endless flesh and blood monsters, and chose to self-destruct in despair: "The people you want to save, the people you care about will leave you, we will destroy the world, and leave you alone in the void"

Fang Qingyun smiled indifferently, and with his backhand, he thrust the spear upward from bottom to top, using this method to leverage the force to pierce the baby Tianqi's jaw: "What you've been talking about for so long is all bullshit!"

The eyes of the baby Apocalypse dimmed: "You can't stop it..."

"My existence is the biggest variable." Fang Qingyun pulled out the holy sword, and the head of the Apocalypse baby, which lost its support, smashed on the ground, creating a cloud of dust. "No matter whether you are ordinary, simple, or trapped, I will let you know my determination."

Fang Qingyun exhaled, and said to the body of the baby Tianqi in a loud voice: "You can't destroy this world, because this is what I said."

"So how did the last two names come from?" Ximi and Ju'er supported each other and came to Fang Qingyun. In fact, their injuries were not serious. Ximi even put a cross-shaped Band-Aid on her head. They witnessed the conversation between Fang Qingyun and the baby Apocalypse, and only then did they interrupt.

"Pucui Pucui means ordinary Cui, so simple Cui is abbreviated as Jian Cui, and difficult Cui..." Fang Qingyun began to explain. Halfway through the explanation, Ximi burst out laughing, leaving Fang Qingyun confused. What's so funny about this?

Ju'er next to her made an expression as if she didn't know her. She patted Fang Qingyun with a complicated expression, hesitated for a moment, and then chose to hug him.

Yating, who was watching all this from afar, seemed to see through it all. She leaned against Zhiwei, her petite figure forming a sharp contrast with Zhiwei: "It seems that our eternal dormitory leader, the chief steward who always likes to worry about others, has also found his own destination..."

Khamur hugged his chest and said, "I heard from my apprentice that he is still short of people. Maybe we can go there and work as civil servants to make a living."

Zhiwei shrugged. This simple action lifted Yating, who was leaning against him, into the air. "I have no objection as long as fried food and beer are provided. It would be even better if we can turn back into humans... Although this body has the advantage of not needing to take a shower, I still want to try the aroma of the crispy skin and tender chicken meat when chewing chicken wings in my mouth again..."

"Don't describe it." Yating put herself down and tapped the armor on Zhiwei's chest with the knuckles of her bony hands. She could only reach this position. "Although I didn't have any good feelings about those junk foods before, after you described them, I started to crave them..."

"This is the kind of thing that will make you slap yourself in the face when you sit up from your grave two or three hundred years later." Zhiwei used his imagination to imagine Yating patting her chest in regret in the future: "Why didn't I risk getting acne by eating those chicken wings? I can't eat them now."

Fang Qingyun, holding the holy sword, walked out of the arms of Ximi and Ju'er. The way Ximi interacted with him now was no different. He still called him "apprentice" like before. However, Fang Qingyun felt that Ximi was more like his brother of the opposite sex, the kind of person who could make dirty jokes and have physical contact with him casually, just like now.

"So where are we going next, apprentice?" Ximi folded her arms across her chest carelessly and laid herself down in a very indecent way, leaning her body on Fang Qingyun's shoulders. However, due to her height, she could only lean on Fang Qingyun's chest, making her, who was of medium height among women, look a little like a little bird.

"I'm not a prophet... The plot has changed so much, the butterfly effect it caused can cause dozens of crashes." Fang Qingyun spread his hands to show that he was powerless, but before Ximi sighed in disappointment, he said his next words: "An old man in the family is like a treasure. Why not ask the almighty Uncle Zhang? So where did you arrange Uncle Zhang? I haven't seen him."

"Uncle Zhang..." Ximi laughed. It was obvious that she had no idea who this hands-off manager was. She turned to look at Juer, asking for help.

Ju'er, who was familiar with her best friend's level of off-line, slapped her own face with one hand. That action was full of the meaning of "I'm really sad, I'm playing Chopin in the rain". As for the artistic level, Fang Qingyun gave a very high evaluation: "Uncle Zhang is chatting with Uncle Hammer and Uncle Frying Pan now. The three of them have been in the center of the team."

Now Ju'er and Fang Qingyun are complete good friends. Originally, there was a sense of difference between men and women, but after going through such a long series of things, Ju'er dared to show her true nature in front of Fang Qingyun. She can do things like making sarcastic comments about Ximi and telling lies with a clear conscience.

"Then let's go and ask Uncle Zhang for his opinion." Fang Qingyun patted the non-existent dirt on his body and said, "Wait a minute, I'll change my clothes first. It's not appropriate to meet the elders with my upper body naked. Besides, Yating is Zhiwei's wife. It's not appropriate to do this in front of friends. It makes me look like Wu Erlang."

Amid Ximi's laughter, Fang Qingyun changed into a combat uniform, flexed his muscles, and walked towards Zhang Bo with big strides while asking the question he had always been concerned about: "Actually, I have another question. How did you two get in touch with me? Isn't it said that the undead have no entity and cannot interfere with reality? I saw that you two were having a lot of fun chopping those things."

"There is no contradiction," Ju'er took over the conversation. She shrugged her shoulders, and this action made her breasts, which were one size larger than Ximi's, tremble. Fang Qingyun's eyebrows were raised to the sky when he saw this scene, but he did not make any comments: "The undead have no entity and cannot contact the reality, but magic can. As long as there is enough magic, you can do anything you want."

"How are you two doing after being slapped by Apocalypse baby just now?" Although Ximi and Ju'er did not appear to have any scars, if cracks appeared on their spirit bodies, it would mean that they were not far from death. Such injuries must be reported in advance: "I see that you two were slapped quite far away"

"It's not a big deal." Ximi showed off his non-existent biceps to show that he was in good health. "In fact, we wanted to rely on our spirit bodies to avoid the attack, but that guy used his magic to interfere and forced us to show up, so we were hit. It's not a big problem, we will recover in five minutes."

"If you have any questions, be sure to tell me." Fang Qingyun attaches great importance to safety issues. He even has a bit of "persecution phobia". To put it bluntly, he has a great sense of awe for everything in the surrounding environment (except when he is drunk).

Can you believe this guy? In his previous life, he even taught his roommates sign language, just so that he could use sign language to ask for help when he choked, so that someone could use the Heimlich maneuver on him.

Normally, he would not joke about things like choking, for he was worried that the "crying wolf" effect would cause him to be choked to death, which would be too unfair.

"It's okay, it's really okay," Ximi repeated. Fang Qingyun was worried about her and looked at Ju'er with inquiring eyes. This little gesture of distrust made Ximi make a face. After Ju'er nodded, Fang Qingyun felt relieved.

"Don't you trust me so much?" Ximi looked pitiful. Accustomed to Ximi's expression changing as quickly as if she had a different personality, Fang Qingyun just sighed and held Ximi's shoulders solemnly. This simple action made Ximi feel uncomfortable and her face unconsciously flushed.

"It is precisely because I have complete trust in your character that I cannot believe what you say in this regard..." Ximi is really a very independent person. He keeps everything to himself and eventually gets himself into trouble.

Seeing Ju'er nod in agreement, Ximi lay down on the ground and began to kick his legs and swing his hands like a child, pretending to be overwhelmed and said, "Ahhh, I'm going to turn evil, I need kisses and hugs before I can get up."

When Fang Qingyun pulled Ximi up with a frown on his forehead, Ju'er was already beside him, covering her mouth as she was about to laugh out loud.

That's good, isn't it?

Chapter 261: You guys have quite a rich variety of species

By the time Fang Qingyun had coaxed Ximi and Ju'er, whose lips were twitching and curled up crazily from trying to hold back a laugh, found Zhang Bo, who was bragging to a hammer and a frying pan.