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

Those who took the initiative to beat the elderly were certainly not doing a good thing, not to mention that they also threw bricks at other onlookers, and even indiscriminately attacked people like Fang Qingyun who were just watching. What kind of people are these but rioters?

Therefore, Fang Qingyun took action. He rushed to the side of Old Banana at high speed. The speed was so fast that he left an afterimage on the spot. He arrived directly next to Old Banana as if he had teleported. He supported Old Banana who was about to fall with one hand, and the war hammer in the other hand was spinning at high speed in the palm of his hand, waving it into a shield that was impenetrable to water, blocking all the incoming projectiles.

On the other side, Fang Qingyun mobilized the ability gained from eating shrimp pancakes and summoned a translucent water shield in front of the watching Pear, Clover and Strawberry. Although the high-speed rotating water shield could not withstand melee attacks, it was a natural nemesis for such long-range projectiles. Various bricks, mud and the like were bounced to the side by the water shield.

Old Jiao was supported by Fang Qingyun as if he was supported by a mountain. His body, which had lost balance and was about to fall, was easily supported by Fang Qingyun. He turned his head to look at Fang Qingyun, and his face, which was full of wrinkles and ripe black spots, smiled at Fang Qingyun with all his strength: "Thank you, young Jiao."

"He's not a banana." Pear and Clover, who were protected by the water shield, interrupted: "He's a ginseng fruit that has lived for a very long time."

"Ginseng fruit?" Young Jiao sneered: "I advise you to quickly put down that old animal behind you and let us deal with it, otherwise... we will beat you too!"

Fang Qingyun shook his head and just adjusted the way he held the hammer. He hit back all the bricks thrown from the banana cluster like he was playing baseball, accurately hitting the support that he noticed was wrong.

After the person responsible for creating the atmosphere was knocked down by a rebounding brick, the Jiao group panicked for a while, but soon became frightened by Fang Qingyun's terrifying aura and fled in all directions.

"Don't run!" The young banana shouted to the bananas, "Don't you want to fight for your right not to be eaten by animals in the future? Let's unite and fight together. Come back soon!"

The cries of the young bananas only made the banana group disperse faster. As long as there is profit to be gained, all the bananas will gather together to fight for the profit. But if they find obstacles that may cause them to pay a price for it, then a large number of vested interests will scatter like birds and beasts. It is difficult for people without beliefs to sacrifice their lives for the benefit of others. Therefore, when they see that there is no profit to be made, and without someone to guarantee their morale, they naturally flee.

"Just wait for me!" Seeing that the situation was irreversible, the young Jiao turned around and ran away after saying a harsh word. Fang Qingyun watched the young Jiao disappear at the end of the road. He wanted to chase him, but there was an old Jiao next to him. In addition, this area was the territory of the king of the forest. He could not speak and could only negotiate with his fists. If his identity was exposed, he would be unable to move forward.

Therefore, Fang Qingyun chose to just watch it leave and let Nian Jiao go.

Chapter 192: Ecology of Vegetative People

The old banana held its crutches and left Fang Qingyun. It coughed, thanked Fang Qingyun first, and then answered the question Fang Qingyun wanted to know most in his puzzled eyes: "This is the youthful recklessness of young bananas. After six months, when they feel the call of this land, they will want to be eaten and experience the happiness of the initial harvest in the pure dedication, and then sprout again and get a second life."

In other words... it takes about six months for these bananas to grow from young to old? Then their lifetime is estimated to be one year... This time is not long. If all vegetative people are like this... then there is a source of agricultural products in hell. On the one hand, it can be obtained by recycling old volunteers, and on the other hand, it can be obtained by planting normal crops.

It's just that these bananas are too capable of stirring up trouble. If they were to hold demonstrations in such a situation, then if it were a situation like that of hell, Fang Qingyun himself would strictly speaking be the biggest exploiter. If loyalty was not locked in, there would be a big mess sooner or later.

"...these bananas that have only lived once have no idea what the future will be like." The old banana leaned on a cane: "If they had lived as many times as I have, they wouldn't have caused such a mess. We will eventually grow old, return our bodies to the forest, and then transform into new individuals, continuing to experience the next life with our original memories."

Well, after listening to Old Banana's additional explanation, Fang Qingyun decided to take back what he said before. He originally thought that vegetative people were time bombs destined to riot, but if what Old Banana said was true, all vegetative people would feel the call of the forest when their lives were nearing the end. After accepting the call of the forest, they would be reborn as seeds and live another life.

These young people are simply unaware of the situation, so they come up with such laughable suggestions.

But rebirth is also conditional. A vegetative person will only feel the call when his life is nearing the end, that is, when he is in a mature state. Once he dies without feeling the call, he will completely lose the chance of rebirth. This is why the young bananas are unwilling to make trouble with the leader.

The king of the forest is a lonesome king. She has never listened to the words of the plant people. She just treats them well in her own way. For the survival of animals, the king of the forest always selects a group of young plant people and makes them food for animals.

The vegetative patients who were chosen to be consumables naturally had no hope in life and could only resist, but there were still quite a few who would not be chosen by the king of the forest. It was undoubtedly a loss to sacrifice their own life, which might be immortal, for the lives of others. Those plants would not think so far ahead. Even if they might be chosen after the next rebirth, at least they had lived for so long, right?

Therefore, the plant people's commotion is more like a farce. They are not rebelling because they realize that according to this system, everyone will die. They are just rebelling because someone is making trouble and what he says seems to make sense, so they are rebelling for something that sounds quite stupid.

Therefore, Fang Qingyun's worries were non-existent. He only had to ensure that all plants could survive to a second rebirth and that all vegetative people could gain experience. Naturally, when they began to think independently with their brains, they would not be easily disturbed by inflammatory remarks, and it would be even less likely for them to form a rebellion.

He can now make two plans. If the evolution of the vegetative people is not contagious, then he can ensure that there will always be agricultural experts who have lived for hundreds of lifetimes to take care of the crops in Hell. Even if they have all evolved due to infection, according to Old Man Banana, they can be treated as crops that mature once a year. What's more, these vegetative people are at least one person tall. If they are harvested once a year, it is not impossible to harvest all these super-large crops that are one person tall.

After saying this, Lao Nian Jiao left with his cane. Fang Qingyun watched Lao Nian Jiao accept his own fate, shrugged his shoulders, and continued on his way.

After walking a short distance forward, Fang Qingyun saw a familiar green figure. It was the big vine that had caused the fight. He was sitting in a small cart, polishing a stone with the vine stretched out, and next to him was a yellow-green banana.

"...I just wanted to stay here quietly and act cool." The big vine was grinding the stone, rubbing the two stones against each other between the vines like rubbing walnuts. He obviously recognized Fang Qingyun's armor, so he took the initiative to talk to him: "But this guy actually beat up the old man. This behavior is too much, so I beat him up."

Fang Qingyun tilted his head and gave a thumbs up to show his appreciation. The big vine leaned against his car and kept talking as if he couldn't stop: "The atmosphere in the dungeon has been a bit tense recently. The vegetable people and the fruit people are quarreling with each other. Your boss Ximi and my boss, the King of the Forest, seem to be quarreling as well. Maybe this is why you want to fight with me."

Fang Qingyun nodded. Strictly speaking, this was a fight between two women.

"I don't understand the politics that everyone is arguing about... Why can't everyone just get along?" The big vine asked this question, and he really didn't seem to understand the situation: "Before, everyone's roots were nailed to the ground and they couldn't go out to play. Now that we can move around, we don't even have enough time to go out to play, so where do we find the time to quarrel?"

The big vine seemed to only use Fang Qingyun as an outlet for venting. After telling Fang Qingyun about his troubles, it continued to circle the stone. Fang Qingyun had no voice now, so naturally he could not respond to him. All he could do was gently pat the big vine's thorny shoulders to express his understanding.

There was no way forward, so Fang Qingyun could only climb up the ladder. The ladder, which had not been repaired for a long time, creaked as he climbed up. With his enhanced hearing, Fang Qingyun seemed to be able to hear what the people next door were saying. This thin wall obviously did not have any soundproofing effect.

Even through the wall, Fang Qingyun could clearly hear Ji Ba's shrill voice. This character, who acted like a little eunuch beside the emperor from beginning to end, was criticizing a vegetative person for not being passionate enough in creating a statue of the king of the forest. However, the working vegetative person just wanted to go home and rest as soon as possible. After all, he was about to sprout after standing here for so long.

The other voice did not dare to touch Jiba's spearhead. It described the rift between the King of the Forest and the vegetative people below in a disrespectful tone, and expressed the vegetative people's need for a leader. At the same time, it questioned Jiba's belief in the King of the Forest and distanced itself from the relationship between himself and chocolate ice cream.

The guy who acted as the middleman was Ice Cream Cone, the guy Fang Qingyun hated the most. He was not good at practical work, but was a master at playing power games. It was he who magnified the conflict between the King of the Forest and the vegetative people, and made himself, Ice Cream Cone, the president of the plants and established a military government.

His behavior was a stab in the back for Ju'er who was suppressing the infection of Pu Cui, and ultimately led to Ju'er's miserable life. A two-faced person like him must be dealt with by Fang Qingyun, because all his skills are in internal fighting. Once he encounters an external enemy like Pu Cui, he can't even put up a decent resistance. He can be called a vegetative principal.

If this guy came to hell, even though the vegetative people in hell have generally lived several lives and are not so easy to deceive, he might still start a rebellion and make a mess of things.

Therefore, the most suitable position for him is actually with the enemy. He always has the ability to squeeze out all talented people and take power himself. At the same time, he has considerable attainments in messing up everything when he is in power.

And the more you go on, the more you will find that the ice cream cone and the previous stuff are actually a pair, but in order to control power, he even broke up with his former friends. If you meet such a talentless and unethical villain, don't deal with him quickly, are you waiting for him to plot against you?

Fang Qingyun originally wanted to smash the wall with a hammer and crush the ice cream cone into pieces, but this behavior might attract hostility from the simple-minded Ju'er who knew nothing. Only by letting Ju'er see through this guy's true face in person could Fang Qingyun get rid of the ice cream cone with a legitimate reason.

Climb up the ladder, the area in front is the habitat of fireflies and swamp crabs, with a large number of waist-high mushroom forests. If fireflies are the primitive Viking fighters, then swamp crabs are the primitive immortals. Their two large claws can gather water elements and shoot these activated and aggressive compressed water elements like sharp arrows, like two single-shot cannons.

However, the water element was like a drop in the ocean when it encountered Fang Qingyun's water shield, and it couldn't even create a wave. The water shield was not weakened, but became stronger due to the addition of the water element.

The reason why they are called primitive immortals is that they also have something similar to a "Fortitude Shield". When Fang Qingyun easily dealt with the fireflies around him and was ready to teach the swamp crab a lesson with his sledgehammer and flail, the swamp crab, which was as tall as a person and as wide as two people lying horizontally, protected itself with a ball of water elements and could not attack no matter how Fang Qingyun attacked.

Its water elemental shield is different from Fang Qingyun's. Fang Qingyun's shield can only withstand ranged attacks, and it is the same as having no shield when facing melee attacks. However, the shield of the swamp crab can not only withstand melee attacks, but also automatically strangle enemies that try to approach. For a moment, Fang Qingyun was at a loss when handling such a swamp crab.

"There's nothing you can do when it hits water?" Tiechui gave Fang Qingyun a suggestion: "Use your fire breath to spray it!"

Fang Qingyun, who only then realized that he had taken a sip of Fire Dragon Energy Drink and Dragon Fruit Jelly, reacted. While swinging the flail, the flames it carried continued to weaken the shield, and at the same time he took a deep breath, and the organs in his lungs worked at high speed, causing sparks to come out of the holes in his mouth, nose, and throat.

Chapter 193, Wangcai...isn’t that a dog’s name?

Soon, blazing flames gushed out of Fang Qingyun's mouth and nose. The firelight reflected on his face made him look as terrifying as a devil crawling out of purgatory. The flames and water element shield reacted violently, and a large amount of high-temperature steam with small water droplets turned into white mist that obscured the surrounding vision.

The swamp crab was quickly forced to retreat by the high-temperature steam, and its eight legs were tumbling on the ground, trying to get away from the fire area before the shield disappeared. Although Fang Qingyun could not move his neck, he could adjust his position forward, backward, left and right by flapping his phosphorous wings, so no matter where the swamp crab crawled, it could not avoid the fate of being roasted.

Soon, the thin shield shattered before the swamp crab was roasted through, and Fang Qingyun also stopped the fire. His goal was to get the ingredients, not to cook the swamp crab directly. Swamp crabs that were cooked without any processing were inedible. The chaotic magical elements would crush the soft organs of the eater. Even the zombies created by Ximi had to be recycled and recreated in the trash can.

Fang Qingyun, swinging a sledgehammer, removed the two large claws of the swamp crab in a few strokes. Then he swung the flail to accumulate kinetic energy and hit the swamp crab's lower jaw with a heavy blow from bottom to top. The force was transmitted to the upper part and almost knocked its two small eyeballs out from the top.

Fang Qingyun added two knee strikes to the vulnerable spot that had just been hit. The sharp bone spurs on the armor acted as armor-piercing spikes, killing the swamp crab completely.

…I always feel that the style of this world has gone astray. Fang Qingyun looked at the corpse of the swamp crab in front of him, which was the size of a slightly shorter van, and sighed in his heart. If the food in the future is more aggressive or a little bigger, it will feel like I am not in a food addiction dungeon, but a prisoner of food…

"You have the materials for your next set of heavy armor," Tiechui said in a muffled voice in the plastic bag, "Although I still suggest that you use the most essential part of the shell of the top of this swamp crab to make a round shield. The shell of this thing has a natural curvature, it feels smooth and does not stick to your hands, and it can increase the chance of ricocheting after a long-range attack hits."

"And that pair of big claws." Pan made a bold statement in an area he was not familiar with, but this time he unexpectedly got the approval of Hammer: "Don't you think it would be nice to use that thing to make two big golden hammers? Just like that... Li Yuanba."

It is naturally impossible to set up a pot and make a fire in this place. Although there is no calf-deep water here, it is not a dry place either. There are waist-high mushrooms growing all around. When Fang Qingyun was fighting with the swamp crab, quite a few mushrooms were trampled, crushed by their claws, and broken by their weapons. Now when he stopped to clean up the swamp crab, the smell of mushrooms was everywhere. If Pan hadn't said that these mushrooms were useless and tasted like an annoying stench, he would probably have cut some mushrooms for cooking.

Fang Qingyun, who had certain phobias and mild paranoia, once suspected that some kind of insect had crawled out from under the waist-high mushroom...

Oh my god, let’s not think about it. Fang Qingyun felt a chill all over his body. He had no resistance to arthropods like spiders. When he thought of those several pairs of compound eyes, hairy legs, and crawling as fast as a big black rat, the mere thought of it made him unbearably terrified.

Fang Qingyun took the gladiolus kitchen knife and quickly completed the work of butchering the beef under the guidance of the frying pan. Perhaps it was because he had cooked so much and had rich experience, he now had his own way of decomposing the ingredients. After a few cuts, the swamp crab was neatly divided into ingredients and materials. If the raw crab meat had not been difficult to pull out of the crab shell, Fang Qingyun would probably have shaved the whole crab clean.

Swamp crabs, like shrimps, are not social creatures. But after Fang Qingyun cut up the swamp crab, the other swamp crabs seemed to realize that he was not an easy opponent to deal with. They raised their two large claws to intimidate Fang Qingyun, but as soon as he approached, the swamp crabs crawled away quickly, even shrinking their entire bodies under a half-man-high mushroom, so that Fang Qingyun could not find them even if he flew high.

Fang Qingyun had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​scavenging two more swamp crabs and chose to leave the mushroom forest full of swamp crabs... By the way, is it really okay for crabs to stay away from water? Won't they spit bubbles because they can't breathe?

At the end of the mushroom forest is a cliff ten stories high. A ladder leads to the bottom, which is another forest area. The plants growing here are no longer large mushrooms half a person's height, but slender trees. The slender tree trunks make Fang Qingyun worry that if he goes up and hits it, will he break the entire tree?

After all, the trunk of this tree is six or seven stories high, and if you count the branches and leaves, it would be ten stories high. If it grows taller, Fang Qingyun will be able to see it from the top of the cliff.

Such a tall tree should be as thick as several people can hug together, but its actual width is roughly the width formed by putting both hands across the chest and touching each other's elbows. It can only be said that this is worthy of being a magical world. If such trees are not strong enough, a strong gust of wind will probably blow them down.

A road was artificially opened up next to the woods, and there was a very large billboard on the road. If the previous bulletin board only served as an announcement, then this billboard could also be used to paint propaganda posters. If this thing had not been placed horizontally in the previous passages, it would probably have blocked the road.

It's just that the original content on the poster has been covered with a layer of paint, so you can't tell what it was originally painted on. Now it's Ximi's head, and the blue and oily look is very lifelike. But for malicious propaganda, Ximi's mouth and eyes have been given the devil's red light special effect, making the originally gentle Ximi look like a devil.

On Ximi's portrait, a big prohibition symbol was painted with conspicuous red paint, which was obviously directed at Ximi. Perhaps too much red paint was used, so the words next to it could only be written with yellow paint, but it seemed that yellow paint was not enough. Originally, a bunch of abusive words were supposed to be written, but in the end, the painter could only use a messy circle and the word "roll" to express his disgust for Ximi.

I always feel that this doesn't seem to be painted by Ju'er, but more like something made by this guy Jiba... It's not the first time he has done something that takes the place of the emperor, and the key point is that he is not someone like the eunuch in charge of internal affairs who understands the emperor's intentions. His understanding of Ju'er is completely wrong, and those weird delusions are completely due to his own understanding and fanatical worship of Ju'er.

Although Juer is a little immature, a little willful, and a little hypocritical, overall she has not completely broken off ties with Ximi. The only conflict is caused by different positions.

In this way, Tangerine does have a bit of the meaning of a certain 40k emperor, but Tangerine seems to be fully committed to playing the role of the king of the forest. Although she positions herself as a presidential-level character, it does not prevent her from being regarded as a god by the plant people when she shows her power.

There was nothing good to see in this forest. Fang Qingyun asked the frying pan and the hammer for their opinions. Although these tall trees were rare, the wood they produced was not a particularly good material. To put it bluntly, they were the result of their abnormal underground growth. In fact, these woods had almost all the disadvantages.

After passing through the sparse forest, Fang Qingyun came to the elevator door to the next floor. Looking at the elevator that was exactly the same as the previous one, he walked in with ease.

This time it might be because the elevator had been in disrepair for a long time. The lampshade of the bulb had been broken and the bulb could not light up. Nothing could be seen in the dark elevator. The descending process was like riding a roller coaster, which made Fang Qingyun think that the elevator was broken.

Because the elevator only goes to two floors, the elevator shaft is not so deep that it is bottomless. When the elevator almost falls to the ground, half of the elevator faces the closed wall, and the other half reveals the road leading to the next floor. Fang Qingyun can climb out through the half-exposed opening.

This kind of behavior is not recommended in reality, as if you are not careful you could end up with the elevator being cut in half. But Fang Qingyun is confident that with his current physical condition, not to mention that the elevator has reached the bottom, even if it continues to descend, with the weight of the entire elevator pressing on his waist, he can easily break free.

After climbing out of the elevator, Fang Qingyun moved his shoulders. The atmosphere around him was filled with the feeling of impending storm. A large number of sharp vines blocked the way forward, and now the way Fang Qingyun was returning: the elevator was also completely damaged.

Now he is trapped in this space.

Soon, a familiar figure "grew" out from the ground. Looking at the person's body which was much thinner than the big vine, Fang Qingyun felt that maybe saying "Cao Cao Cao" was not just empty talk.

It seemed like Jiba had found a powerful reinforcement. Now he was full of the arrogance of a villain who had achieved success: "Haha! You have no way out, zombie, come and face your end!"

Fang Qingyun silently grasped his warhammer. He now felt that he was a bit too arrogant. If he had known that he would encounter a boss battle here, he would rather take a detour and go back to completely digest the materials of the swamp crab before moving forward. Now he had to rely on the shrimp armor and warhammer to fight this enemy.

If he remembered correctly... the dragon encountered here should be the forest dragon under Juer, although it was a bit silly and its cry was rather... weird.

"I will witness the tragic death of the villain with my own eyes." Jiba twisted his body a little flatteringly, and bent his "waist" towards the majestic dragon-shaped creature behind him. If it had: "Master Wangcai, the zombies sent by Ximi are here."

Wangcai, or the forest dragon, walked out from the darkness, standing on all fours and showing off his dragon wings... those small wings that looked like sex toys, but that didn't affect his green momentum at all. He stared at Fang Qingyun with his vertical pupils, and raised his head high like the king of the forest and let out a majestic dragon roar: "Woof woof!"

After Wangcai gave that majestic cry, Fang Qingyun had the urge to cover his face.

Chapter 194: Swing! Make the sound of slacking off

That’s right… you read it right. Such a handsome and majestic-looking dragon is actually… Juer’s pet, and he occasionally works as a gatekeeper.

Wangcai's body was not as big as Fang Qingyun imagined. It was more than two people tall when sitting. If its slender body was stretched out, it would be about three and a half people's length from head to tail. It looked very handsome. Overall, it was all green, with only a light yellow color in the belly, where its defense was relatively low.

The key is Wangcai, that is, this forest dragon is indeed a dragon. He is just raised like a pug, so now he is picky about what he eats and does not have the unruly feeling of a dragon at all.

Even Wangcai’s barking has become like a dog’s... Can you imagine that the barking of that handsome American bald eagle is not an eagle cry that resounds through the sky, but a powerless whimper?

This is the feeling that Wangcai gave him. After all, this dragon was so... domineering. No male creature could resist a dragon, but Wangcai seemed to have been fattened up by Juer. Later in the finale, Wangcai even tasted the food made by Juer and Ximi.

Therefore, it is definitely not possible to kill this forest dragon here, unless Fang Qingyun does not want to have a good talk with Juer. If he does not hold back, the rift between Ximi and Juer may never be healed in this lifetime.

Wangcai was wagging his tail out of boredom, just like scratching himself with his feet like a dog. His yellow vertical pupils were locked on Fang Qingyun, but he seemed to be wondering about something, swaying left and right in confusion, but he did not launch an attack.

At this time, the thorn fence had retracted into the ground. It believed in Wangcai's loyalty to the king of the forest. Although he was spoiled too much, Wangcai was still the overlord of the forest. It would be easy for him to deal with a zombie. Therefore, there was no need to watch from the side. He just needed to check the corpse of the zombie after a while.

But it didn't know that there once was a being called the God of the Forest in another world. That being was completely destroyed by Fang Qingyun, and the sawed-off antlers were put on display in hell. All species closely related to the forest would be infected by this breath.

The God of the Forest represents absolute tyranny and domination, and also represents the mighty power of nature. Fang Qingyun defeated the God of the Forest and took back this power that had gone astray and recast it, showing the all-embracing side of the forest.

Therefore, no matter whether it is the fruit man, the plant man or the forest dragon Wangcai, they not only do not feel hostility when they see Fang Qingyun, but instead have a natural affection for him. This is manifested in the fruit man's unconditional trust in Fang Qingyun, the banana man is even willing to share the secrets of his race with Fang Qingyun, and the big vine releases a lot of water during the fight, and also creates the fantasy of being the protagonist.

In other words, as long as Fang Qingyun committed something intolerable like a massacre, even if he killed a few innocent fruit people in front of them, the other fruit people would find excuses for him. As long as he did not conflict with the patrol teams in the forest on the way, he could even justify himself by using face scanning to get to Juer.

The reason why Jiba was not affected was purely because his belief in Ju'er, the king of the forest, had reached a fanatical level. Fang Qingyun was like a pagan in front of him. The closer his aura was, the more disgusted Jiba was. But once Ju'er recognized Fang Qingyun's existence and status, Jiba's speed of defection was much faster than that of other fruit people and vegetable people who still had to do psychological preparation.

Now Wangcai was infected by this gentle breath. He crawled in front of Fang Qingyun, breathing in the scent of Fang Qingyun with his nostrils stretched and contracted. Soon, under the influence of the forest breath, Wangcai had no intention of fighting at all. Instead, he stretched his body, did a lazy stretch, and then licked Fang Qingyun, showing his closeness to Fang Qingyun.

Fang Qingyun's face was covered with saliva from being licked. Seeing that Wangcai had no intention of fighting, he tentatively put down the war hammer. Seeing that Wangcai had no intention of taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, he gently put his hand on Wangcai's neck and began to stroke Wangcai's scaly neck like a snake. Wangcai's neck felt very soft, like a huge pillow, and not cold like a snake.

Wangcai's eyes narrowed in comfort when he was touched like this. His powerful tail was like a smooth and soft quilt wrapped around Fang Qingyun's waist, but he was afraid of hurting Fang Qingyun. As long as Fang Qingyun showed the slightest sign of discomfort, Wangcai would let go of his tail.

So Fang Qingyun's current posture was like lying on a dragon-shaped sofa. Wangcai lay horizontally behind Fang Qingyun, with his long tail wrapped around him. Wangcai ignored the spikes on the armor. These spikes that could kill swamp crabs with one blow posed no threat to Wangcai. He even wrapped himself around the spikes without any care.

Behind Fang Qingyun is Wangcai's soft belly, the color of this area is light yellow. Fang Qingyun leaned on this soft belly and stretched out a hand to stroke Wangcai's neck. Wangcai yawned in comfort, with his tongue sticking out indecently, looking as if he was enjoying himself to the heavens. His yellow pupils were dilated, and the vertical pupils that were as if facing a great enemy were not revealed at all.

This is a dragon. Fang Qingyun stroked Wangcai's neck and patted the belly of this big Husky. This was his first close contact with a dragon in the fantasy world. Every male who was influenced by Western fantasy novels has more or less dreamed of riding a dragon, preferably one that can transform into a human form so that he can ride it anytime. Fang Qingyun is not that perverted, he just thinks it is great to be able to negotiate peacefully like this.

Fang Qingyun's gentle, twisting, rubbing and picking massage made Wangcai hum with comfort. He thought that this deal was a good one. He originally thought that Jiba had called it here to fight, but he didn't expect that it was here to play with the armored man. Fighting was so annoying, so it would be better to just fish.

Soon, in this atmosphere that was like embracing a forest, Wangcai fell asleep peacefully, and his tail slowly loosened. Fang Qingyun quietly broke free from Wangcai's tail. At this time, the frying pan and hammer in the plastic bag, which dared not make a sound, finally let out a sigh, and the sigh made the plastic bag rustle.

"This is the first time I've seen this kind of creature..." Tiechui was still terrified. "The power of the tail can be used to strangle ordinary people. Even with this set of armor, it can only hold out for a few minutes without fighting back."

“Yeah…too strong.” Pan naturally understood what Tiechui meant. Tiechui seemed to be saying that Wangcai was strong, but in fact he was praising the quality of his own equipment. Therefore, he also started to be sarcastic: “After eating sixteen dishes, I guess your strength is only 90% to its. You are 90% to its 10%, and it relies on its high mobility to get its 10% winning rate.”

“Don’t interrupt.” Tiechui slammed the pan and sighed with deep emotion: “How come such a good dragon has such a bad name…”

"That's true." The pan was not angry. It was normal for friends to exchange words with each other: "Wangcai... this name is better called Laifu."

Fang Qingyun covered his face. "Okay, your naming skills are not much better than Ju'er's. For a creature with a Western dragon appearance, you must give it an English name. It sounds more suitable for the background."

"Your naming skills are making fun of others." Tiechui was speechless: "Why not just give it a foreign name that sounds more fashionable? I think we should call it Money."

"I think it should be called Lucky." The frying pan refused to give in and wanted to grab the naming rights of Wangcai.

Fang Qingyun, who had some knowledge of English, held his face and didn't even want to watch the quarrel between the two old children. Money is the English word for money, so doesn't it mean prosperity? Similarly, lucky is also translated as blessing. Why are you two jumping around here?

"Forget it, forget it, I can't tell you." Tiechui curled his lips and said, "Just call him Wangcai, it's a name that's easy to raise. It's called being clichéd but not clichéd."

The frying pan was not convinced: "With the little knowledge you have, I guess you only know this name, right? You can't think of any other quantity."