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

"Ha, human brother, dwarf brothers never work for free." The dwarf revealed the dwarf's overly familiar nature: "If you want a dwarf brother to take you for a trip, you have to buy me a glass of dwarf beer after I'm done. If you just want to point the way, then go to the left, walk about 50 meters, cross the dance hall and the bar and you will arrive. What do you say, human brother?"

"I'm very confident in my lack of direction, and I'm sure I'll get lost if I keep spinning around in this airship that's made to be like a masterpiece. So could you please take me there?" Fang Qingyun chose to ask the dwarf to lead the way. After all, it's not easy to get in touch with a dwarf. It's just a glass of beer, so he felt he could still afford it.

In fact, the main problem is that he has a poor sense of direction. Although he is not as bad as a certain three-sword style master, if he is thrown into an unfamiliar environment, he can turn finding the way into a gorgeous adventure.

You must do what you promised to the dwarves. Otherwise, given how seriously the dwarves take their oaths, if you fail to do what you promised, the dwarves will naturally make you pay the price.

"Hey, then let the dwarf brother help you." The dwarf led the way and walked in front with big strides. Fang Qingyun didn't want to use this description at first, but when he found that if he walked leisurely, he might not be able to keep up with the short-legged dwarf, he felt that this description was necessary.

"Dwarf brother, I don't know your name yet? Would you mind exchanging names?" Fang Qingyun took the initiative to start a conversation. He actually had a slight social phobia and was not very willing to talk to strangers, but once they started talking, there was no problem. Now he had adapted to the way the dwarves got along with each other, and just treated him as a shorter brother from Northeast China.

"You can call me Daryl Rockhammer." Daryl grumbled, "My elders don't allow me to make friends with human brothers. It's not that human brothers are bad, but when I finally make friends with them, their life span is almost over, which is too unfriendly for a dwarf."

"Ha! Even if we can't be friends tomorrow, it doesn't prevent us from being friends today." Fang Qingyun counseled: "Ten years is enough for humans to be friends. After that, they are no longer ordinary friends. They should be called iron buddies, which means iron friends. I like this description with metal in it very much. What about you?"

"I like it too," Daryl said, "You haven't told me your name yet, human friend. You can't let me call you human friend all the time, right?"

"You can call me Fang Qingyun, this is my real name." Fang Qingyun frankly explained his full name. Although he seemed to have a nickname "Wai Rui Gude", he never used it: "My full name is Fang Qingyun-Wai Rui Gude, but my friends call me Fang Qingyun"

"Your friends? Where are they?" Daryl took Fang Qingyun through the corridor. At this time, Fang Qingyun could already see the lights in the ballroom.

"Uh..." It's not that Fang Qingyun didn't want to say it, but there seemed to be no friend nearby. Zhang Bo was his elder, Zhiwei and Khamur were his brothers, and he didn't have that much communication in the academy, so naturally he didn't have any friends: "I didn't see them, maybe... they are still wagging their tails somewhere."

Daryl understood Fang Qingyun's biological metaphor. He laughed heartily. His bass-like laughter seemed to be suffocated by his beard, but it was so loud that it almost blew the ceiling of the airship open. "Oh my God, Fang Qingyun, my human friend, your joke made a dwarf gasp for breath!"

Soon, the two of them passed through the narrow and interconnected passage while chatting and laughing, and arrived next to the dance. Although Daryl said it was only fifty meters, that was actually the straight-line distance, which did not include the distance to bypass various pipes and obstacles in the middle. If Fang Qingyun was left to find the way by himself, he would definitely get lost.

After some chatting, Daryl now disliked the name Fang Qingyun because it was difficult to pronounce and not suitable for expressing feelings, so he still used the previous name to introduce the situation on the airship to Fang Qingyun: "Hey, human brother, did you see that dance party? I don't recommend you to go to that kind of place, it's a mess, even messier than the most sloppy dwarf beard."

Obviously, since the airship was only temporarily docked, the smooth flight did not interrupt the progress of the dance, as if Fang Qingyun didn't even know when the airship had started.

The ball was already a mess at this time. The musicians who were playing various instruments were still busy, their fingers so hard that they could hardly see them playing. The joyful music drove the people in the center of the ball into a frenzy. It was clearly daytime, but the spotlights were on. A pair of human nobles in the middle danced frantically. Their dancing posture could not be said to be ugly, but could be described as a toad learning to walk - the parts that should be straight were not straight, and the parts that should not be straight were stiff.

"I don't like this kind of excitement." Fang Qingyun shook his head, showing obvious disgust for this kind of decadent aristocratic salon: "I would rather go to a tavern to watch two grown men arm wrestle, than to dance this kind of ballroom dance in a so-called elegant hall. There is no beauty in the jumping, and from time to time some clothes are thrown out, and in the end the two people roll into a ball..."

"That sounds like the elves' style," Daryl laughed. The relationship between dwarves and elves can be described as a feud. It is considered peaceful if the two races, which are completely opposite in nature and appearance, do not fight when they meet. Dwarves are also the ones who know the hypocrisy of elves best, so if there is a chance to make fun of the elves, the dwarves will never let it go.

"Okay, next we have to go through this dance area. They occupy too many other areas. If they are not guests, I really want to drive them out. Come with me, human brother." Darryl led Fang Qingyun around the lights of the dance and walked out of the darkness. Darryl naturally would not make himself bored in the dance, but Fang Qingyun almost took the wrong way because of Darryl's height and bumped into the men and women who were dancing.

"Well, human friend, I have experienced how badly you have trouble finding your way. If it were the same situation in the past, I would definitely order two glasses of dwarf beer." Daryl helped Fang Qingyun escape. If Daryl had not stepped in, Fang Qingyun might have continued to be harassed by those drunken nobles.

Chapter 316: Bar Incident

"Then I'll add another glass. I can't let my friend suffer." Fang Qingyun shrugged indifferently: "Just think of it as you drinking it for me. I can't really drink."

"No, that won't work. Dwarves have an oath. We never raise the price afterward. The situation is what it is." Daryl rejected Fang Qingyun's price increase righteously: "My human friend, hasn't anyone ever told you that you are honest? You will suffer a loss if you do this."

Fang Qingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Being told the truth by the honest dwarf was as difficult as being told by an Indian that the food hygiene was not up to standard. It was a bit outrageous.

"It's okay." Fang Qingyun waved his hand. "I'm fine. I also have a book of hatred. Once someone is on the list, they will be recorded for life. All the right and wrong are recorded. Although it's not to the point of blood for blood, I know whether it should be punished or not. Let's go. If you have time, let's go to the bar first. I'll pay for the drinks first."

"It's really nothing, then, human friend, shall we go to the bar first?" Daryl touched his head, and this action made him look particularly honest. Fang Qingyun also experienced for the first time that he didn't need to be cunning when getting along with people. He could just talk if he had something to say and talk about it without worrying about being stabbed in the back. It was pretty good.

After passing the dance party, Daryl brought Fang Qingyun to the bar. Since every space in the airship was precious, the bar did not move the main store upstairs. Instead, a bar area was set up with a dedicated bar counter, some tables and chairs, and the stools were simply replaced by wooden barrels, which were extremely sturdy. This arrangement allowed ordinary people to enter the bar directly through the aisle, and the noise from drinking could be heard clearly from outside.

Fang Qingyun followed Daryl into the bar area. Most of the drinkers in the bar were dwarves, laughing while drinking. Fang Qingyun did not reject this kind of communication without any reservations. In addition, there were some tables placed separately in several corners of the bar. The chairs were replaced from wooden barrels into proper wooden chairs. Some people of different races were sitting in those seats. As for what kind of people they were, Fang Qingyun did not pay much attention.

Watching Daryl moving among the dwarves like a fish in water, there were four or five dwarves greeting him from time to time, inviting him to come over for a drink and play finger-guessing games. Daryl responded one by one, but his steps did not stop. The little man rushed to the bar counter of the bar with unstoppable momentum like a rolling cannonball.

Behind the bar stood a rough-skinned dwarf, his beard was groomed very smoothly without any stray hairs or mess. The beard was tied up at the bottom with a beard ring, which looked like someone's ponytail. Judging from the beard, this dwarf might be the oldest among these drinking dwarves.

Due to his height, the dwarf did not stand behind the bar, but sat on an oak barrel with his arms and legs stretched out. His strong muscles were covered with scars of varying sizes, which ran across his body. However, they did not affect the beauty of his exaggerated muscles that seemed to be about to burst through his clothes. His vest was almost worn as a small underwear by him. If this figure was thrown among those muscular men in the gym in his previous life, he would probably be able to dance the clothes-tearing dance with some old man in KFC.

The dwarf bartender raised his head, and only then did Fang Qingyun notice that he seemed to have lost an eye. With a black eye patch on his face, he looked like a seasoned pirate. When Fang Qingyun approached, he smelled the indelible smell of alcohol on him. It seemed that the dwarf beer had marinated the dwarf.

"Ha, isn't this the kid Rock Hammer?" The dwarf bartender laughed when he saw Daryl. He took out a cup from the cleaned counter next to him, jumped down from his seat and went to the back to get beer. The beer was placed in an oak barrel high up, with a faucet near the bottom. The bartender twisted it, and with a squeak, the clear yellow liquid sprayed into the cup through the faucet.

"This drink is on me." The dwarf bartender placed the glass on the bar. Although his movements seemed a bit rough, not a single drop of the wine was spilled.

Daryl held up the glass of wine with great care. His Adam's apple moved up and down, as if he was swallowing saliva. Then he held up the glass of wine and gulped it down. After drinking it, he let out a long "ha" sound to express his admiration.

"What about you, human boy, what do you want?" the dwarf bartender asked Fang Qingyun. Perhaps because Daryl came too quickly, Qingyun and Daryl, who arrived at the bar later, did not seem to come together. Therefore, after greeting Daryl, the dwarf bartender waited patiently for Fang Qingyun to order.

"Grandpa Whitebeard, he came with me." Daryl gulped down his glass of wine. It was called a glass, but in fact it could hold about 600 to 700 milliliters of wine. The glass was too big for Fang Qingyun to hold. If it had not had a handle for easy holding, it would have been impossible for Fang Qingyun to pick it up without holding it with both hands, given the dwarf's short hands.

"Oh, that's okay. What's the use of this old man?" Whitebeard supported himself with both hands and sat back in the oak barrel. With his only remaining eye, he looked at the other dwarves who were still making noise, and quietly thought about the past.

"What would you like to drink? Two cups, I'll treat you." Fang Qingyun generously put the purse that he had taken out from the hell space on the table. When the bulging purse fell on the table, it did not collapse due to the large number of coins, but stood there stiffly.

"We agreed to just have one drink." Daryl rejected Fang Qingyun's kindness. Fang Qingyun also felt that his forced and self-righteous kindness might seem too purposeful. Although he didn't have any ideas originally, he needed to let others know that he had no ideas.

"It's up to you." Fang Qingyun shrugged. "Just order whatever you want. It's my treat."

Daryl licked his lips. "Are you sure you want to order anything? I'll just have one drink, but the price may not be that affordable, especially the dwarven beer, which is not cheap."

"It's just this much money anyway." Fang Qingyun untied the purse, and the yellow gold coins that couldn't be contained slid down with a clatter, rolling all over the table. If Fang Qingyun hadn't stopped them with his abdomen, some of them would have rolled to the ground. "Just order whatever is within the budget."

What Fang Qingyun paid out was not a small amount of money. The gold coins in this money bag were his living expenses for five years, and it was the living expenses for an aristocratic college. If converted to his previous life, it would be almost like spending one million on a bottle of wine. It was by no means a stingy expense.

Daryl looked a little envious, but still turned his head and said righteously: "When we made the contract, it was said to be a glass of dwarven beer. I will not break the oath, so... Grandpa Whitebeard, please give me some ice cubes."

"Five gold clones in total." Grandpa Whitebeard slipped fifteen gold coins from Fang Qingyun's bag. This was the conversion between dwarven and human gold coins. Because dwarven gold was of better quality and more sufficient weight, sometimes it could even be exchanged for four or five human gold coins. Grandpa Whitebeard was still holding it in his hands.

"Oh my God, five gold clones? I only need one gold clone at home, this is simply robbery" Daryl almost jumped up, he originally just wanted to enjoy the taste of cold beer more, he never thought that the price would increase five times, although the white beard in front of him was his elder, he almost made a fuss because of this matter.

"That's the price. It's not easy to transport goods on an airship, so naturally things are much more expensive. Dwarven beer costs three gold clones on an airship, and it's even more expensive with ice. It's not easy to make ice on an airship, and you've enjoyed all this, and you're not happy to pay more." Whitebeard looked a little angry, but he was obviously not really angry. He had fifteen gold coins in his hand and hadn't put them on the counter yet: "Do you want it or not? Give me a word."

Daryl looked at Fang Qingyun, waving his hands while pulling Fang Qingyun to the side. He really wanted Fang Qingyun to avoid the pit, so he used all his strength, but it was like a drop in the ocean, and he only pulled the oak barrel under Fang Qingyun's butt a little bit: "Forget it, forget it, don't do it, it's too expensive."

"It's okay! Have a full drink!" Fang Qingyun pulled Daryl back to the bar, and no matter how Daryl resisted, it was useless. This little action surprised Baixu. It was rare to find a human who could compete with a dwarf in strength. Baixu slid the gold coins onto the counter, kept an eye on Fang Qingyun, and turned around to pour beer.

Soon, the cup filled with dwarven beer was pushed to Daryl's hand. This time even Whitebeard was very careful, for fear of spilling any beer.

Dwarven beer is more like a cream of alcohol with a high concentration than beer. It is so thick that it is almost impossible to drip. The ice cubes do not sink to the bottom like regular beer, but instead sink to the surface of the cream as if they were stuck in a swamp, and are then squeezed up by the cream.

"I'll give you the extra four gold clones." Daryl licked his lips. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he couldn't resist the temptation of dwarven beer in the end. When he saw the beer paste, he almost glued his eyes to it. He put his bearded lips to the cup and sipped it in small sips.

The alcohol smell of the wine paste was quite strong, which made Fang Qingyun, who didn't drink alcohol, feel a little pungent and dizzy. He shook his head and rejected Daryl's kindness: "You don't have to give me the four gold clones. I must do what I promised, no matter how much it costs..."

But if Daryl was rejected so bluntly, the atmosphere would seem a bit awkward: "How about this, just give me a gold clone. I mainly want to see the shape of the gold clone. The coins of various regions are also a good collection of items. Touching them seems to make you feel the effort that the craftsmen put into minting coins. This is the face of a country."

"Ha, then I have to find the best one." Daryl's mood improved. He searched in his purse for a long time and found the shiniest gold clone and handed it to Fang Qingyun: "This is the coin with the latest minting date I found, and it has no wear and scratches."

Chapter 317: Alcoholics should be sent to diplomacy with the dwarves

Fang Qingyun stroked the golden coin. The coin was quite thick, and a dwarf was outlined on it with hard and powerful lines. The shape of the dwarf was probably outlined with the "person" pattern, which was rough and powerful, just like the dwarf's own personality and temper.

"Excellent workmanship." Fang Qingyun nodded, carefully put the gold clone away, and inserted it into the [capitalist's purse] like a medal, making sure that there would be no scratches due to collision before putting the purse away.

Bai Xu was watching Fang Qingyun's every move with a cautious eye. He originally thought that Fang Qingyun was just another liar who came to deceive the young dwarf and did everything for the so-called favorability. However, judging from the way Fang Qingyun treated the gold clone, his previous words should not be lies. As for whether the following words were lies, Bai Xu did not know yet and it remained to be seen.

Although dwarves are straightforward and will fight back if they are not convinced, they are still very careful. If Fang Qingyun did something to instigate Daryl, Baixu would definitely kick Fang Qingyun off the airship.

"What are you looking at?" Daryl didn't even let go of the ice cubes in the wine glass. He poured it into his mouth and chewed it with a crunching sound. Perhaps he felt that he owed Fang Qingyun something, so Daryl really wanted to talk to Fang Qingyun.

"Did you see those customers sitting in the corner of the bar?" Fang Qingyun whispered, "Don't turn your head to look deliberately. Just pretend to look around casually and then look back immediately after you finish looking. Don't get caught."

Daryl turned his head and glanced back, pretending to groom his beard. He quickly cleaned off a few strands of beard that were stained with wine foam, and turned his head back as if nothing had happened: "What's wrong?"

"I can't tell their race, especially the one with green hair." Fang Qingyun put his hand on his lips as if he was thinking, so no one could see the movement of his lips. "That green-haired one shouldn't be an elf, right? This is the first time I've seen one with long ram horns."

"Didn't your teacher teach you that? That's a dragon man. Even though he's a little smaller, he's definitely a dragon man." Daryl whispered to Fang Qingyun, "By the way, why do we have to talk in secret like this?"

"Because this is very much like a secret agent meeting. It looks very stylish, doesn't it?" Fang Qingyun raised his eyebrows at Daryl calmly. Daryl was speechless, but the white-bearded man next to him burst into laughter.

"As you can see, I'm just a sophomore, with a look of stupidity that hasn't been tainted by knowledge." Fang Qingyun shrugged his shoulders. "Moreover, this education is mainly about cards. Humanities knowledge is not taught at all. Moreover, I suspect that the knowledge in the textbooks is about ten to twenty years behind."

"Well... are you interested in listening to an old man like me introduce you to the human guy?" Baixu stroked his beard and waited for Fang Qingyun's reply with interest.

"I'm all ears." Fang Qingyun nodded. "I've never heard of this race. The only ones I know are humans, dwarves, elves, and orcs. And I'm not sure if what I know is correct."

"Oh? Show me how much you know?" Bai Xu seemed very interested in Fang Qingyun's knowledge.

"I guess a lot of them are just stereotypes." Fang Qingyun first piled up some armor on himself to prevent being beaten by the dwarves if he said something wrong. "The following are all things I learned, and do not represent my own thoughts."

"We're listening." Daryl put down his glass and tried to shake some more wine out of it.

"To summarize it simply, the book says that dwarves have bad tempers, love to show off, are greedy for money, and hold grudges." At this point, Daryl and Whitebeard's expressions became subtle, as if their pain points had been touched but they couldn't refute it: "But on the other hand, dwarves are easy to get along with, trustworthy, loyal, and can always be trusted."

"What do you think?" Bai Xu wanted to know Fang Qingyun's thoughts: "I want to know what you think. Based on the short time we spent together on the airship, what do you think?"

"I think... maybe we get along unexpectedly." Fang Qingyun spoke the truth. He had a good impression of the dwarf. The dwarf's behavior of not betraying and doing what he said was quite to his liking: "Because I have all these so-called shortcomings and advantages, but I just haven't achieved them to the extreme. There is only one thing, I will never forgive betrayal!"

"...Let's wait and see." Baixu nodded. Fang Qingyun's expression just now made him think that this human boy was a dwarf, but he quickly interrupted his thoughts, so as to avoid introducing this human to other people in the tribe because of his superiors, which would eventually lead to betrayal.

After all, emotions can be faked.

"As for the elves... People around me generally think they are elegant, beautiful and love music." Fang Qingyun shrugged his shoulders: "But I think the elves are the most difficult to get along with. They are arrogant, conceited, and have serious procrastination and racial discrimination."

"That's a pretty good summary." Whitebeard laughed and clapped his hands. "Elves are like this. Maybe because they live too long, they take a month to discuss a problem that could be solved in a day. They don't even realize they need to solve it until the situation is irreversible."

After listening to Baixu's story, Fang Qingyun's blood pressure almost rose just thinking about it... If Hell was managed by the elves, let alone making a new gun at this time, they probably wouldn't even be able to work out how to adjust the production line.

"I don't know about orcs..." Fang Qingyun shrugged. She had never seen this thing before and there was no description of it in the books, so she naturally had no idea what was going on.

"Orcs..." Whitebeard stroked his snow-white beard, thinking about what to say: "Orcs are actually divided into two major categories. One is the lower class that is responsible for fighting, and the other is the orcs that have communication skills and high intelligence and can intermarry with humans. We generally call them greenskins and orcs."

To put it simply, the greenskins in this world are similar to the greenskins in 40k that Fang Qingyun knows. They are all spore creatures that can be full by basking in the sun. Their only means of entertainment is fighting and war. They call it waagh, which sounds like "wow". When a group of green-skinned muscular men rush towards you shouting "wow", it is not because they are surprised, but because they want to cut you.

But orcs are different. They have supreme power in the greenskin society. Although they look similar to humans, they have some characteristics of beasts, such as beast ears and tails. In severe cases, they even have hands and legs like beasts. When the greenskins find that an orc is born, they will do their best to raise the orc and are eager for the orc to bring them a huge waagh.

Although the muscles of orcs are not as exaggerated as those of greenskins, and they even look thin, and if those beastly features are covered up, they are almost the same as humans, but what is hidden in their bodies is explosive power, and the specialization of muscle fibers allows them to crush greenskins in a competition of strength. In addition to their strong strength, orcs also have extremely high IQs, which is why, even though there are fewer orcs, the greenskins are brainless and fight among themselves, orcs will naturally become the leaders of the greenskin tribe and compete with national-level races such as humans in the form of tribes.

And the most amazing thing is that these orcs have possessed a special ability since the great changes. Fang Qingyun is willing to call it "the power of my thinking". Like the greenskins in 40k, both orcs and greenskins can obtain a suitable weapon by picking up garbage and assembling it. If they develop further, these greenskins can even assemble a car with garbage.

Although the car was wobbling as if it would fall apart at any time, and the billowing black smoke almost choked the people next to him, he was able to start it under such circumstances. This unreasonable ability made the greenskins a nomadic race. To them, garbage is a treasure mountain. Who knows what they can come up with?

Before the orcs evolved from the greenskins, the greenskins had always been the largest evil force in the world. Because they love war and their population growth depends on spores, the green tide they formed has always been a huge hidden danger that could appear at any time. Moreover, the longer you hold on, the more it proves that the people here can fight, so the greenskins will gather more and more, which forms a vicious circle. As a result, the greenskins have blood debts with all races.

Later, after the orcs evolved, under their management, the number of greenskins began to gradually stabilize, but after generations of cleansing, the combat effectiveness of these greenskins has also been steadily improving. After the orcs announced the establishment of their country, other countries had no choice but to wipe out the hatred and just hope that the orcs would not attack with greenskins.

After all, before the great changes, the greenskins were able to rely on their muscles to fight back and forth with other countries. Although their muscle mass is much less now, they can still rely on their high fertility rate to become the country with the highest war threat. In order not to provoke the Orc Kingdom, all countries choose to seal their previous history to prevent the greenskins from doing anything impulsive.

This is also the reason why the 200-year-old Merlin did not recognize the greenskins and called them barbarians. For the sake of so-called national unity, all of these were sealed up. The reason why Whitebeard remembered it was very simple. He was old enough to witness it all with his own eyes.

"Where is the dragon man?" Fang Qingyun asked.

“Dragon people… actually they are the giant dragons that were able to transform in the past, but they completely lost the ability to turn into dragons after the great changes. Although many people like to put them into the category of orcs and regard them as lizard-like orcs, because most of them still retain dragon horns and tails in human form, those dragons still retain their past... arrogance. Now these dragon people are dying one by one, and there are fewer and fewer of them.” Baixu sighed, his tone full of memories of the past.

"So, the dragon man who has been looking at us is an acquaintance? Let me first make it clear that I don't know him." Fang Qingyun remained calm. He observed with his peripheral vision that the green-haired dragon was staring straight in this direction. He felt unpleasant as if a thorn in his back.

Chapter 318: The Interest of the Dragon Yulis

"That's Ulysse Lundtate, a rare female dragon person, and also an extremely rare short person among dragon people. Most dragon people are 1.7 meters tall or even taller, and she is the only rare dragon person who is only about 1.4 meters tall. No one among us should be familiar with her," Baixu answered Fang Qingyun's question.

"...If the gaze had temperature, I feel like Ms. Yulis's gaze is about to burn a hole in my clothes." Fang Qingyun felt the increasingly eager gaze falling on his back. He put his arm stiffly on Daryl: "I have to run away quickly...I feel like she's going to eat me alive. I'll hide for a while and come to the bar to chat with you in the evening."

Daryl nodded, said nothing, stood up and led the way in front of Fang Qingyun.

When Fang Qingyun returned to his room under Daryl's guidance, it was already 4:30 in the afternoon. He spent about an hour and a half chatting with the dwarf, until he was forced to flee because of the dragon man's eager gaze.

He and Daryl agreed to meet at the bar at about seven o'clock in the evening. After saying goodbye, he closed and locked the door. After hearing Daryl's footsteps leaving, Fang Qingyun turned around, took out the "Hunter" with a bayonet from the hell space, and aimed it at the uninvited guest who came to his room.

"So... can you explain it to me? I'm not very familiar with Miss Long?" Fang Qingyun pointed his gun at Yulis on the bed. Because he had been watching her secretly before, only now did Fang Qingyun have the opportunity to observe her face to face.

Yulis is not tall, only about 1.4 meters tall. If she stands in front of Fang Qingyun, her head can at most reach Fang Qingyun's chest. She has green hair, black dragon horns, and a big green tail. All these greens are the kind of green that reveals vitality, neither too deep nor too bright. In contrast to the green are Yulis's pupils.

Yulis's pupils are blue-green with a hint of aqua blue. Fang Qingyun didn't study art, so he couldn't express his thoughts exactly. In short, Yulis's eyes were not small on her face, and her aqua blue pupils sparkled like gems. Lying on the bed, she looked like a perfectly carved statue.

Yulis's dragon horns were not two small ones, but two twisted and thick ones like the horns of an argali. Fang Qingyun even suspected that Yulis would be top-heavy. One of the two horns was broken in the middle, revealing a green cross-section. Perhaps to make it look better, Yulis tied a green ribbon on the broken horn, making it look like a bow.

Yulis's hair is a kind of hairstyle that ordinary people can't control... Fang Qingyun likes to call it "hair ball type". This hairstyle is long and wide enough that Yulis can curl herself into her hair when she curls up, looking like a hair ball. The last time Fang Qingyun saw such a hairstyle was when he was watching a commander in a two-dimensional game who could strike a tiger tank angle.

The meme picture of "The girls in the two-dimensional game can all adjust the angle, but your German teammates can't" made Fang Qingyun laugh for a long time.

Yulis is not the girl with a baby face and big breasts as others imagine. She cannot be said to be skinny, but she has nothing to do with the so-called sexiness. She lies on Fang Qingyun's bed with a small body in the same posture as Rose sketching Jack. She looks like a little girl who has transformed from a baby dragon, but she insists on making a seductive look.

The key is that her level of charm is actually quite good, and the cloth covering her skin can only be described as a bikini. What's more important is that there is a special green rune on her abdomen. Fang Qingyun feels that if it weren't for the lack of hardware, Yulis could play the role of a succubus, and her charm might attract a large number of people to flock to her.

Now, Ulysse's childish appearance only gave her a sense of comical imitation.

Yulis's tail is fat, probably because the base of the tail is thick. The fat tail does not look like the abdomen of a mosquito full of blood, but rather has a sense of beauty, as if a big tail should be like that. However, unlike the tails of other animals, this big tail honestly hangs down along the tail vertebrae of Yulis, like an extra hand, scratching the calves and knees from time to time.

"Oh my, pointing a gun at a lady is not part of etiquette." Yulis disdained the rifle pointed at her head. Maybe she was not worried about the power of the rifle, but Fang Qingyun believed that she had never seen this thing before. After all, muskets were thick and rough. How could they be made so finely? She probably just regarded it as a combination of a stick and a dagger: "My... little white mouse"

Fang Qingyun's DNA was stirred when these words were spoken. The dangerous sense of surveillance, the familiar name of little white mouse, the green hue, if their race was not a dragon and not a snake, Fang Qingyun would have been worried about Dr. Mobius, a stubborn scientist and unscrupulous evolutionist.

"There is no distinction between male and female enemies. I always treat uninvited targets as enemies." Fang Qingyun pointed the rifle in his hand at Yulisi's chest, so that no matter which direction she tried to avoid Fang Qingyun's gun line, Fang Qingyun could follow the gun accurately. If he only aimed at the relatively small head of the target, it would be easy to lose the target: "So I remember I didn't know you, Miss Long, what are you doing in my room?"

"Guess what, little white mouse." There was a frivolous tone in Yulis' words, especially the word "little white mouse" with a rising tone, which sounded like both flirting and a threat: "Although I don't know your name, your body is what I have been looking for for a long time...so..."

At this point, Ulysse's pupils were almost flashing like snakes, and her eyes were so bright that they were almost transparent with green light. This dangerous situation made Fang Qingyun calmly ready to mobilize people. As long as Ulysse showed any abnormality, Viola, Evelyn, Ximi, Ju'er and Kikuchiyo would immediately perform an "Angel Descends to Me" on the spot, and then use a strong man's throat choke on Ulysse.