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

No matter how unfathomable it is, he had to give it a try! So he charged at the big vine with his war hammer, trying to lure the thorns into piercing the big vine, so that the big vine would be afraid to use them. Even if it couldn't pierce him, it shouldn't be a problem to take advantage of this gap to destroy the big vine's rock muscles.

So Fang Qingyun dived quickly, relying on the speed converted from the altitude, and dived towards the knees of the big vine. Facing this kind of construct, destroying their relatively precise joints should be the opportunity to win.

Faced with Fang Qingyun's behavior of attacking and rescuing the enemy, the big vine had to give up manipulating the thorns and instead stretched out its hands and slapped Fang Qingyun like slapping a fly.

Unfortunately, Fang Qingyun was more annoying than the average fly in terms of disturbing people's leisure. He slipped through the fingers of the big vine, and the wind pressure caused by the slapping was like a vortex, pulling Fang Qingyun into the palm of the hand, but Fang Qingyun quickly broke free.

The first step has been completed, and the next step is to beat the big vine's knees hard until its knees fall off voluntarily.

Fang Qingyun's armor-piercing cone first hit the surface of the big vine's knee heavily. The embedded cone head destroyed the surface of the rock. The armor-piercing cone squeezed into the knee was extremely strong, causing the cracks in the rock to spread to the deepest part.

When the big vine wanted to crush Fang Qingyun into a compressed file, Fang Qingyun quickly hid behind the big vine's knees, causing the big vine, which was unable to retract its strength, to hit its own knee hard. Fang Qingyun took advantage of the gap when the big vine had not yet squatted down and clamped him with its thighs and calves, and swung a flat hammer on the back of his knees.

Suddenly, the front of the knee, which was already covered with cracks, chose to stop working after being hit hard twice. It broke into several pieces of rock and broke out of the "frame", unable to bear the responsibility of support and movement.

Fang Qingyun did the same to the other knee of the big vine that had lost its balance, and soon that knee was also broken into dozens of pieces.

It was in trouble. The big vine realized its situation. Now its legs were broken and it had lost the ability to move. It was undoubtedly a large living target. Now it even had difficulty turning around. It was undoubtedly a pipe dream for it to catch the agile Fang Qingyun.

So Big Vine made a big gamble. He chose to surrender, but decided to retain a little of his dignity. Even if he lost, he had to lose with dignity!

So it chose to give up resistance, quietly released some water, causing the green vines to collapse on their own, and allowed the rock body it controlled to shatter. In order to make it more realistic, it deliberately let its own body fall on the rock.

The somewhat childish and immature Big Vine lives in his own world, always fantasizing that he can become the protagonist of a legendary story in a certain vein of the world. But now it seems that his thinking is narrow-minded. If he can't be the protagonist, can he be the kind of person who lets the protagonist go and hides his merits and fame? And it's just letting someone into the dragon fruit orchard, what harm can it do?

As for Fang Qingyun's intention to kill him? Killing a plant in the orchard is as difficult as catching a specific fish in the sea. If you can't beat it, can't you just run away?

Seeing the rock giant collapse, Fang Qingyun put away his hammer with great martial ethics. Seeing that Fang Qingyun had no intention of continuing to fight, the big vine felt more relieved. Every move of this zombie was in line with the characteristics of the protagonist: silent and steady (in fact, he had no vocal cords), with martial ethics (in fact, he knew that in the end they were all his own people), and quite loyal to the horned necromancer (loyalty that had mutated was still loyalty), so the big vine continued to act with peace of mind.

"My negative ion nano activated carbon armor!" The big vine showed obvious emotional fluctuations for the first time. The scar on the same position as a certain sister 45 twisted like a living thing, but soon, the big vine returned to its original unmotivated appearance: "...It was broken, it seems to be very expensive"

Isn't it made of rock... Can't you just find a few pieces and polish them like beads until they are smooth? Fang Qingyun complained in his heart. After all, he couldn't speak now because he had no vocal cords.

The big vine reacted belatedly: "I really want to be angry..." He recalled his angry state and tried his best to make a few angry expressions, but there was no sense of threat. Instead, the twisting scar added an indescribable sense of humor to it, which made Fang Qingyun want to laugh: "Well, forget it after thinking about it. Work is work, and life is life."

The big vine, who seemed to have seen through the mundane world, chose to slack off: "You can pick whatever fruits there are in the orchard. They will grow back soon and won't be discovered or stolen. I want to photosynthesize while daydreaming, so don't disturb me."

Chapter 181, Isn't this my book? Look, all these adjectives are mine!

Fang Qingyun made an OK gesture, which seemed to be understood by the big vine. The big vine nodded, sank into the soil and left.

The big vine was very relieved. It seemed that it had judged the person correctly and did not start to seek death just because it said not to disturb it. If that were the case... the big vine would probably run to find the king of the forest immediately, and Fang Qingyun would naturally not be able to escape death.

Fang Qingyun didn’t know what the big vine was thinking, he just waved and said goodbye to it as it left.

Don't worry, I won't disturb you. I don't even have the vocal cords to talk to you now... I'm in a hurry to pick dragon fruits. Anyway, I'll just take a little and definitely not more.

The main other reason is that Fang Qingyun also wants to bring some for his family, and by the way, try whether these plants can grow in hell. There is still plenty of space in the upper level of hell, and the space occupied by the factory can be said to be a drop in the bucket. Even if there is not enough space, crops such as plants can be planted on the roof.

What's more, these plants can grow in the dungeon. What kind of wonderful changes will occur after reacting with the energy of hell?

Maybe new species will emerge? All this is unknown. Maybe Fang Qingyun will get some new biological materials? Or some special products that can be traded? Even worse, maybe he can get some combat soldiers that can be grown from the soil?

Why does it sound so green?

There is no time to worry about so many things now. What Fang Qingyun has to do is to harvest all the spoils as much as possible. If possible, protect part of the dragon fruit roots and put them intact in a plastic bag. When he returns, he will plant them in hell and see how they work.

It must be said that although Fang Qingyun had a psychological expectation, he was at a loss for a moment when faced with this "dragon fruit" that had nothing to do with the word "dragon"...

Is this a dragon fruit or a fireball?

After all, who would want to see dragon fruit burning while hanging on a branch? If this thing were put into ancient times, light catapults would probably use these dragon fruits as ammunition, and the flames they created could easily ignite wooden houses without the help of any boiling oil.

Even people with a physique like Fang Qingyun felt a burning sensation as moisture on their skin evaporated when they got close to it. The high temperature around the dragon fruit caused the air to distort slightly, as if they had entered a sauna. The fire-retardant glue that was continuously secreted from eating the pitaya food was slowly being consumed. Now he understood why the big vine had no worries about stealing the vegetables.

If it were a zombie, it would be burned to ashes by the heat before it could pick ten dragon fruits. At this temperature, even if Fang Qingyun just held the dragon fruits in his hands, the mucus secreted from his body would evaporate at a high speed, forcing Fang Qingyun to quickly put the dragon fruits into a plastic bag.

I don't know what the principle of this plastic bag is, but it can effectively isolate the temperature while having unlimited space. Fang Qingyun simply grabbed the bag with his hands and picked the dragon fruits at high speed by relying on the contact between the bag and the pitaya.

But the temperature around him still forced Fang Qingyun to take a break every once in a while to let the mucus secreted by his body cover his body, otherwise he was worried that he would be roasted by the high temperature and become crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

"So that's when I need to come on stage." The frying pan seemed to have sensed something, and its voice sounded muffled through the bag: "Let me make you a dish with dragon fruit, which can effectively isolate you from the heat of these things."

Fang Qingyun nodded and took out the frying pan from the plastic bag. Then the frying pan floated up and slowly flew over the unpicked dragon fruits, using the fire from the dragon fruits to heat the bottom of the pot.

Wow, you don’t even need to add firewood, it has its own firepower.

But now the question is, how to deal with this thing? Cut it directly with a knife? Just picking it through the bag just now would have evaporated Fang Qingyun. If he cut it directly with his hands... I guess it would not only burn the clothes, but also Fang Qingyun's own hands.

"We are still missing a few ingredients..." Pan was in a dilemma: "I originally wanted to make dragon fruit jelly, but now it seems I can only make something emergency first."

No... If Fang Qingyun remembered correctly, the stomach of a zombie has an upper limit. There is no such thing as an ability to eat unlimited amounts of food and gain unlimited special effects. The maximum is seven or eight kinds of food. Once you have eaten enough, if you want to gain new abilities, you must choose to replace the previous one. I wonder if this will be reflected in reality: you have to spit out all the food or eat another portion to cover the effect?

Fang Qingyun is now a little flustered. The dishes he is currently eating are not from the same system. Although they can effectively increase combat effectiveness, except for the initial magic effect when using them... he didn't even think about this for the rest of the time.

When fighting with the giant vines just now, if he had been able to use half of his abilities, whether it was using the brightness generated by the discharge ability as a flash bomb, or using toxins to weaken the enemy, he wouldn't have been so... miserable.

From beginning to end, Fang Qingyun had to rely on his high mobility advantage to survive in the crotch, as humble as a mosquito. Isn't this embarrassing enough?

The pan naturally couldn't guess what Fang Qingyun was thinking, so he used his telekinesis to manipulate the gladiolus kitchen knife. Fang Qingyun waited for the fire-retardant glue to be secreted, and then he swished the gladiolus kitchen knife several times, as if an invisible dexterous hand was holding it, and peeled off the skin of the dragon fruit very smoothly. The skin was still connected when it fell to the ground.

Fang Qingyun quickly stepped on the peel on the ground. The peel still on fire could not do anything under his boots, but just made a sizzling sound in vain. After all, this was an orchard. It would be fine if he picked the fruit, but it would be bad if a fire set the orchard on fire.

The frying pan didn't take it seriously: "It's okay. This is a dragon fruit orchard. If the plants didn't have some fire resistance, they would have burned up long ago. There's no need to put out the fire." It explained to Fang Qingyun while starting to stir the pan. Soon, the dragon fruit flesh slowly melted under the temperature provided by another dragon fruit plant, and its texture became like a sandy watermelon.

Pan picked up the Gladiolus kitchen knife again and pounded it on the flesh like garlic, and in a few strokes, the dragon fruit flesh was mashed into dragon fruit puree: "Because there is no other ingredient to match it, I can only make a hasty portion of dragon fruit puree. When you have gathered all the ingredients, I will teach you how to make that dish."

Fang Qingyun took out the cooking book given by Ximi from the plastic bag, turned to the page about dragon fruit, and pointed to the dragon fruit jelly made of pitaya and slime in the frying pan. Look and see if this is what you are talking about.

The frying pan twisted its handle. Fang Qingyun guessed that the movement should represent a human turning his head. After reading the cooking book, he even flipped the frying pan more slowly. "Wow... this recipe couldn't have been copied from me? How come it's exactly the same as my secret recipe?"

While the frying pan was moving quickly, he called out to his old friend: "Lao Zhang... Lao Zhang! Lao Zhang!"

"What are you doing... Why are you crying so late at night?" Tiechui poked his head out of the plastic bag: "Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night? What's wrong with that?"

...It seems that this is not the first time. Tiechui's tone carries a bit of the emotion of being asked questions by his startled brother. He feels helpless but unable to get angry. It seems that he is used to being tormented by this old friend.

"Oh?" Tiechui was surprised when he saw the cooking book: "What's going on? Someone published your recipe book? The printing is pretty good."

"If that's the case, do I need to call you?" Ping Pan added the dragon fruit puree to Fang Qingyun's wooden bowl and turned the book to the cover in a hurry: "Look, this is Ximi's recipe. If it was written by... what's my last name... forget it, it's just that old guy's recipe, I definitely have no objection. I don't know who appropriated my creativity to write a book, isn't this nonsense?"

"...We have the same last name, so you call me Lao Zhang and I call you Zhang Lao," Tiechui explained, and then calmly chatted with Zhang Lao: "What's the matter? You don't want others to have something in common with you? Then the next time someone brings a Xinhua Dictionary, they will say you copied it!"

"How can they be the same?" Pan flipped two pages forward: "Look, look! Aren't these recipes all invented by me bit by bit? They are exactly the same as mine, not even a word has been changed, if this isn't plagiarism, what is? Appropriate amount, a little, a spoonful, look, these adjectives are not changed, and the amount added later is also, hum! Let me see, Ximi, the name sounds like a little girl, how could she do such a thing!"

"What..." Now it was Tiechui's turn to be speechless: "...But we are the only ones who know this recipe? Why is it written in a book we don't even know?"

"I see!" Pan snorted, "It was you who told the secret! You are always unreliable and you told everything when you were tricked. It must be you who sold me out."

"Hey!" Tiechui got angry: "Mr. Zhang! I want to talk to you nicely, don't attack me all the time! If you have evidence, show it to me, I will take off my hammer and let you kick it. If you don't have any, don't talk nonsense to me."

Fang Qingyun, who was holding the dragon fruit puree at the side, had his bowl emptied. He watched the two elderly people quarreling with sharp words. He was probably afraid of being used as a punching bag, otherwise he would have clapped his hands and shouted for a fight.

The two old men checked the past step by step, from the time when they first started to think about the recipe to the final result. After going through a circle, they still couldn't figure it out and could only put it down in disappointment. In the end, Mr. Zhang, the frying pan, couldn't vent his anger. He could only pick up a slightly burnt stalk from the ground, and tried to paint over the word "sago" and replace it with his own name, Mr. Zhang.

Fang Qingyun hurriedly put the book away. Ximi is the boss now. If Ximi sees it, it won't be you two who will take the blame. I don't know what will happen to me then. I can't do something that will easily get me beaten.

Seeing that Fang Qingyun was protecting the book very well, the frying pan didn't do anything to embarrass Fang Qingyun. It just went back into the plastic bag with the hammer. The two restless elderly people began to reminisce about the glorious past again.

Chapter 182: This is really fireproof glue...

The pitaya puree tasted quite mild, and did not cause sweating all over the body as soon as it entered the stomach. Instead, it surprisingly gave a cool feeling after eating it. Fang Qingyun tried to get closer to the dragon fruit. Although the mucus on his body was still evaporating at a high speed, he did not have the burning sensation he had at the beginning. He just felt warm, as if he was close to a small heat source.

When Fang Qingyun boldly placed his hand on the dragon fruit, it felt like he was holding a hot bun. It was a little hot, but bearable. It was not so hot that he needed to toss the bun around to keep dissipating the heat alternately.

It seems that he has now adapted to the high temperature of pitaya. Fang Qingyun squatted down, took out the gladiolus kitchen knife, and started to dig the pitaya plant.

Fang Qingyun didn't know whether the dragon fruit grew on the book or on the vine. Anyway, the pitaya here grew on a stem that was as tall as a person, and the roots underneath could be dug out with a simple dig. Fang Qingyun pressed the roots of the pitaya together with the soil with his hands to make sure that no broken soil would fall off, and then put the dug pitaya plant into a plastic bag.

Since he had no experience in planting trees, Fang Qingyun dug out a few more plants. In case the dragon fruit grew well in hell, he could quickly expand the planting and achieve mass production.

If only one plant is picked, with Fang Qingyun's mediocre tree digging ability, he might kill the plant while digging. So from this point of view, it is necessary to dig a few more plants to increase the tolerance rate.

What's more, this dragon fruit orchard is at least one hectare in area. As long as Fang Qingyun doesn't dig too many, he won't be discovered. Therefore, he randomly picked ten places, dug one plant from each place and put them in the bag to prevent the situation where he would catch a sheep and fleece it, and people would notice at a glance that the things were gone.

Seeing Fang Qingyun happily harvesting vegetables and destroying the Forest King's farm, Jiba, who was watching from underground, couldn't help but ask, "So this is a declaration of war against the Forest King?"

"Don't push yourself into a desperate situation, primate..." Ji Ba's words were threatening, but it was obvious that after watching how Fang Qingyun beat the big vine, there was a bit of insecurity in Ji Ba's tone.

Jiba still believes that the King of the Forest can win, but his determination is not as strong as before. This is the first time that a zombie has been able to walk to the dragon fruit orchard and defeat the big vine guarding the garden. If this trend continues, when this zombie eats all the way to the King of the Forest and destroys the King's garden, it may also cause a lot of trouble to the King... If this zombie is facing the King with this mobility, he may not necessarily lose... In order to prevent the King from getting into a tough battle, I have to remind him.

How about... calling out that majestic forest dragon? Maybe we can eliminate the threat of this zombie in advance.

"I will go inform Him now. Be prepared! Any villain who dares to set foot in this forest will eventually be burned to death by His fire of karma." After Ji Ba made these harsh words, he dived into the ground without waiting for Fang Qingyun to extend his hand to stop him. No one knew whether he was really going to deliver a message or to escape.

Judging from Jiba's speed, it's most likely the latter.

But Fang Qingyun has never been afraid of any challenge. As long as the King of the Forest does not come to catch him now, he will not worry about his own safety. With his current growth rate, by the time he reaches the King of the Forest, he will have eaten half a book of food. By then, defeating the King of the Forest will be like a piece of cake.

Soon, Fang Qingyun packed up the dragon fruit seedlings. Now he felt a little regretful. Why did he remember to pack them up now? If he had planned it from the beginning, he could have introduced some animals into hell, observed their living conditions, and developed the animal husbandry of hell. Then, after learning good cooking skills, wouldn't he be able to cook for his own people?

Viola and Evelyn work so hard, they must need food to replenish themselves. Some sister-level characters in the family who are not well adapted to the environment, such as Perno, should also open their hearts in front of delicious food... This child is depressed, and sometimes I really worry that something will happen.

Thinking of the crispy frog legs that were as big as beef legs, juicy and fragrant, Fang Qingyun felt as if he had missed out on a hundred million. It would be great if he could find the eggs of that kind of frog.

Forget it, after defeating that guy, I'll just move the entire dungeon into hell. It's better to do it in one go. Maybe I can increase the population of hell and boost domestic demand.

Fang Qingyun continued to walk forward with the plastic bag in his arms. There was a piece of corpse on the road ahead. The skulls and bones were scattered together, like a cast stone tablet. The big vine would not have this habit? And I remember that not many zombies walked here, right? Forget it. Anyway, Ximi always said that you were the first zombie to walk here, and I don’t know which one is true.

Fang Qingyun walked around the corpses and continued forward, but was stopped by a voice.

"Oh my, I can't believe it, you actually did it! How is this possible?" Hearing Ximi's familiar voice, Fang Qingyun turned his head and saw Ximi's blue ghost body crawling out from the bones. Perhaps because she was too excited, her body was shaking like an unstable signal, like a character on an old snow-screen TV.

It seems that Ximi is really excited... Fang Qingyun shrugged, indicating that it was that simple, then he drew circles on his head with his fingers, made a walnut-cracking motion, and then pointed his fingers at the bones next to him, meaning: those who are not intelligent enough are lying here.

"Wait... you are actually trying to communicate with me!" Ximi was shocked by this discovery. She excitedly circled around Fang Qingyun, as if observing his body structure: "Hmm... calm down, after all, I created you, it is natural that you are so excellent"

...I remember that you are not the strongest necromancer, right? It seems that you are only a Class A necromancer. Although it is also at the top level, it should be difficult for you to create zombies with intelligence and thinking.

Viola was in control of almost the entire hell at that time. She was the largest person in the entire hell except for her immediate superior. It took decades for Evelyn to be born in the energy-rich hell. This was when the energy was provided by the holy artifact. Even if we did not consider whether Ximi was good enough at making zombies, and wanted to make zombies in mass production, and even make intelligent zombies...

This is almost a fantasy. The greater possibility is that Ximi draws the mana that sustains her existence to create zombies, and the zombies can never defeat the big vines. Ximi will most likely die from insufficient mana and her soul will dissipate. But because Fang Qingyun came, and there is another variable in this world besides Fang Qingyun... This saved Ximi from the tragic ending that could have been.

"Can you say another word? If you understand what I'm saying, just squeak." Ximi looked like she saw her own child opening his mouth to call her mother. That little expression held a bit of hope and playfulness. Fang Qingyun felt like a big doll.

So Fang Qingyun opened his mouth, but unfortunately no sound came out. He could only raise his head, point at his empty throat, and then shake his head.

I don’t even have vocal cords, so I can’t speak with my stomach… Even if it’s ventriloquism, it still requires the vocal cords to vibrate to produce sound…

"...Eh? No vocal cords?" Ximi touched his chin, and then recovered his original energetic appearance: "If you don't have vocal cords, if you can understand what I say, just nod your head."

...You let me speak, and I showed my vocal cords, but doesn't that prove that I can understand you? Fang Qingyun cast a look of doubt on Ximi's intelligence, and it worked. Ximi seemed to realize it, and he touched the back of his head and forcibly changed the subject: "...Anyway, don't let your confidence swell when I praise you! After we capture this orchard, the old stubborn King of the Forest will soon target you."

"She is a stubborn person who is extremely difficult to deal with. She insists on her own ideas and likes to occupy the production areas of various ingredients..." Ximi seemed to have no idea how to deal with the king of the forest. He scratched his head and said in worry: "She is a ghost affected by the obsessions of her life, just like me. Believe me, when you meet her, you will find that not all dead people are as kind as me."

Fang Qingyun rolled his eyes and said, "Logically speaking, the reason you two were fighting is simply because you are both extremely tsundere, with sharp tongues but soft hearts, and you are unwilling to put aside your useless self-esteem to communicate with each other. Otherwise, with your relationship as best friends, it would never have turned out like this."

Fang Qingyun was making gestures, but it was obvious that with his level of sign language being so low that he couldn't understand it after half a minute, it was still a little difficult for him to communicate.

Ximi tried to interpret it, but finally gave up: "Forget it... Let's not talk about this for now. You know, this is the only orchard in the entire underground city that produces dragon fruit!"

When talking about the ingredients, Ximi's expression quickly got rid of the reminiscing and melancholy look, and returned to his original lively and active state: "If you eat this fruit raw, it will make you spit fire from your mouth like a fire dragon, and it will also cause third-degree esophageal burns."

...I feel like it might be more than level three...Maybe it's because the undead are weak to fire. If Fang Qingyun eats the dragon fruit raw, it would probably be no different from swallowing a red-hot iron ball. After his intestines and stomach are ruptured, the dragon fruit will burn through various organs and burn a hole in his crotch. It shouldn't be impossible...

“If you want to learn how to process dragon fruit, just get the second volume of the food book I wrote. As long as you learn my cooking techniques, no matter who the king of the forest is or who the king of raw Ganoderma lucidum is, he will get kicked in the ass by you.” Speaking of this, Ximi also shook his tail as a ghost and made a kicking gesture.

Before Fang Qingyun could respond, Ximi disappeared on the spot, apparently to do something else. At this moment, Fang Qingyun had another question in his mind: what was the matter with the hammer and the frying pan? Why did they say Ximi copied their recipe?

He originally wanted to ask Ping Pan and Hammer to come out and talk to Ximi, but Ximi left too quickly and Fang Qingyun did not seize the opportunity.

So what is the identity of the hammer and frying pan that do not exist in the original plot?

Chapter 183: Familiar Stranger

"I've seen this sister before..." Pan muttered in the plastic bag. It was obvious that the sister in this sentence referred to Ximi.

“Stop it!” Tiechui put on an attitude that said, “I don’t know you.” With a series of clanging sounds, he squeezed past all kinds of ingredients and successfully moved away from the frying pan. “You old and disrespectful person, you say you know a pretty girl. If you were eighty years younger, you’d be fine. Aren’t you afraid of being labeled an old hooligan now?”

"No, I'm not kidding." Pan's face turned serious, not looking like he was joking: "Don't you think this... girl looks a little familiar?"

Tiechui rubbed his anvil and pondered for a while: "It seems a little bit... There is always a unique sense of familiarity... Do you think she is really our granddaughter?"

“Come on!” The pan turned over. “You still have a granddaughter… You don’t even have a partner, and you still have a granddaughter… But it’s true that I feel an incompatible sense of familiarity, just like meeting the grown-up daughter of the neighbor next door, the feeling of wanting to recognize her but forgetting her name when I open my mouth.”

"You say..." Tiechui suddenly had a bold idea: "Could it be that we taught her those recipes ourselves? This also explains why the recipes are exactly the same. After all, the craftsmanship of our ancestors cannot be lost. As long as it is passed down, it doesn't matter whether it is a man or a woman."

"I can't remember a lot of things, and I've lost a lot of memories, but this is indeed a way of dealing with things that I might have thought of." Ping Pan felt that what Tiechui said was quite right, but when faced with such a bloody thing of recognizing each other, he shamelessly chickened out: "Forget it... Let's ask about this later. If this girl is really one of us, we won't pursue the issue of copyright infringement, but will have to teach her a few more tricks."

Fang Qingyun continued to explore. Although the space inside the plastic bag was infinite, it did not mean that the plastic bag was soundproof. Therefore, Fang Qingyun heard the bickering between the two funny guys. In fact, he also had such a question in his heart. The distortion value of the abyss this time was only 0.5%, and there were already two characters related to the main line. If the distortion value was 50% in the future, the degree of change would be...

Most likely it's playing army street fighting in a fleet command game like Azur Lane, flying planes in World of Tanks, or charging cavalry in a modern warfare game like Girls Frontline... Fang Qingyun imagined the scene a little bit, my god, isn't this nonsense?