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

He had long been prepared to be targeted by monsters in the entire dungeon, so he used the most despicable method to overcome these difficulties one by one. Among the four besieging species, he killed the easiest one first, and the danger level of their cooperation would naturally decrease. From simple to difficult, soon, Fang Qingyun, who was familiar with the response plan, naturally turned all the monsters blocking his way into corpses and put them into his plastic bag.

Finally, Fang Qingyun arrived at the end of this level, a huge library. The strongest feeling this library gave people could be summed up in one word: huge.

The huge bookshelves are three or four stories high, and the shelves are filled with the unique atmosphere of books, like the magic library in old fantasy movies. It seems that if you just cough, a prim old man wearing glasses will come out, wave his hand, and the books on the top shelves will grow legs and jump into the arms of the administrator.

This awe of knowledge made Fang Qingyun put away his weapons, for fear of destroying any book here. He now felt itchy in his heart and had the urge to move away all the solid knowledge here.

Therefore, when the blue figure of Ximi came out from between the bookshelves, Fang Qingyun thought for a moment that it was a victim, a poor child who had never been recognized, and a director named Angela who was known as the Scary Librarian.

After all, Angela also has blue hair, which is not much different from Ximi's current color.

Chapter 201: The collapsed Ximi and the eavesdropping Juer

"Are you here?" Ximi waved to Fang Qingyun, showing him the vast bookshelf behind him. "Come and take a look. These books are all manuscripts left over from when we were compiling the recipes."

Looking at these books and manuscripts, Ximi seemed to be back to the time when she and Juer were studying recipes. Her friends tasted the dishes she made with satisfied smiles on their faces. This vision made her nose sore.

She sniffed, trying to hold back her tears. Can ghosts have tears? Ximi didn't know, but she only felt a constant stream of heat flowing out of her eyes. She wiped it with her hand, but it was like applying ointment, and some emotions burst out all of a sudden.

Ximi, who thought that the three skeletons around her were just projections of her friends, has always been lonely. She has no one to talk to. She is not worried that unexpected problems will cause the three puppets to crash, but she is worried that after she finishes her story, those friends will answer according to the way she knows them. This excessive uniformity will greatly divide the sense of substitution.

It’s like an old RPG game, where the three NPCs will always play cards with you enthusiastically when you say “Let’s play some Gwent”, instead of being flesh-and-blood friends who would show an expression of “Why do you have this idea” and who would truly laugh and joke with you.

Therefore, Ximi naturally had the urge to confide in the intellectual Fang Qingyun. She "sat" cross-legged on the ground. This unprecedented action made Fang Qingyun's expression froze.

"...Actually you should hate me." Ximi hugged her knees. The chef who always smiled confidently looked like a lonely little girl at this moment: "I have been ordering you to cook, to take risks, to defeat everything that stands in the way. I have never regarded you as a person, but as a handy tool, like a cold-blooded beast."

In the distance, the King of the Forest, who was about to make a grand appearance, hesitated for a moment, retracted the green dragon fire on his body, put on his deer head mask, hid behind a large bookshelf and eavesdropped.

She always felt that Ximi was quite reckless and too selfish, which was why she and Ximi had an irreparable rift, and eventually the two best friends became strangers. Now it seems that there must be something hidden?

Fang Qingyun listened quietly and watched Ximi vent in such a vulnerable manner. In Fang Qingyun's mind, she had always been the type of person who could find joy in suffering and live a carefree life, but now thinking about it, this stereotype made him ignore Ximi's situation.

The three skeleton friends around Ximi are actually just excellent automatic question-answering machines. Her best friend has semi-broken up with her and even drawn a line between them. Her beloved cooking career has also had many twists and turns. After turning into a ghost, she can't even taste the food she cooked.

Ximi is now like a ripe dragon fruit. She uses all her strength to cruelly cut open the skin that protects her body with a knife, and shows her red heart inside to people. She gets the pleasure of liberation from this confession that is like torture.

"I seem to be like this forever..." Ximi sobbed. This expression made Fang Qingyun think that Ximi was pretending, but that kind of true sadness could not be acted out: "Do you know how happy I was when I knew you were intelligent... but soon I was terrified. I made you obey my orders like a prop, but ignored your own thoughts."

"I'm scared, I'm so scared." Ximi spread her hands, and soul fragments fell from between her fingers: "I want to pass on our cooking business, so I selfishly did all that, just like when I drained my friend's soul and relied on that energy to save the safety of Ju'er and me... I'm a jinx!"

Ximi's crying voice made the last sentence tremble. At this moment, she was no longer the powerful necromancer, nor was she the zombie soldier maker that the plant people were afraid of, nor was she the super chef who was so optimistic that nothing seemed to be able to defeat her when she was with Fang Qingyun. Now she was just a helpless little girl.

Ju'er, who was listening to these words in the back, trembled all over. At this moment, she realized how stupid she had done and began to regret it. She had never listened to Ximi's inner thoughts, but instead characterized Ximi on her own and parted ways with her. It seemed that she had stabbed her best friend in the back when Ximi was at her most vulnerable.

"I won't live much longer." Ximi didn't know whether to explain to Fang Qingyun or to define for herself: "Every time I cast a spell, it allows me to move forward in destruction. Perhaps, the star gate really cannot be opened. Perhaps it is just an illusory, untouchable dream. I just hope that when I die, you will lose motivation and become a corpse..."

"If future generations have a chance to revive you, or manipulate you as a servant again..." Ximi's face was filled with sadness and admonition. That expression made Fang Qingyun think she was about to faint: "Can you cook a meal again and tell them that there is a little girl who can cook here, and she once tried to pass on all the cooking skills?"

Shit, I really feel like I'm nothing. Juer took off her deer head mask. In front of Da Yi and her friends, she was blinded by Da Yi and chose to become a lonely king. In the end, her fate will probably be like that of a certain King Arthur who didn't understand human nature, being backstabbed.

If she could go back to the past, she would definitely grab her neck and tell her how much Ximi paid and how much she struggled in her heart. You evaded your responsibilities like a little girl and ran away to become the so-called king of the forest...

"Fuck, I really feel like we are worthless." Zhiwei, who was watching from afar, patted his helmet in annoyance, and the helmet collided with his skull with a loud noise: "Ximi did this... It makes me feel really guilty..."

"...She won't believe us even if we tell her, so we can only hand it over to the apprentice." Khamul stood in the distance, his bony face exposed, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"We will only cause more trouble if we go." Yating leaned on Zhiwei's armored shoulders while holding her sickle. "She can only get out of this by herself..."

Things have come to this point, no matter how stupid Fang Qingyun is, he should have reacted. Ximi is under too much pressure now. Originally, she was facing unconscious zombies, so she did not develop a dependent mentality.

It is not necessarily a bad thing for Ximi, who is such an optimistic person now, to collapse like this. Although Ximi in the original plot did not collapse like this, he had a tendency to commit suicide in the end. After Juer joined the team, Ximi went alone to destroy the barrier, and finally Juer sacrificed most of her strength to save him.

Now Fang Qingyun hated himself for not having vocal cords to speak. Even if he used a dictionary to gesture, Ximi probably wouldn't be able to understand it in his current state...

All he could do was take off his arm armor and try to hold Ximi's hand. To his surprise, Ximi did not try to pull her hand out of Fang Qingyun's hand, perhaps because she felt that the ghost's body was untouchable. But when Fang Qingyun held Ximi's hand, Fang Qingyun felt a slender and warm hand.

Ximi's hands were very soft and delicate, without any blisters from oil splashing during cooking, nor any calluses from years of labor. Fang Qingyun felt that his actions were as perverted as those of a hand-loving office worker. He gently pinched Ximi's hand, and then comforted Ximi in the most primitive way.

After stroking Ximi's hands, he put Ximi's hands on his face and rubbed them. After realizing that he could touch the ghost, Fang Qingyun put both hands on Ximi's cheeks and gently "pulled" Ximi's face out of his knees. Ximi's face was like noodles. Although the head was pulled out, the face was still buried in the knees.

Fang Qingyun took off his helmet and tried to comfort Ximi by touching their foreheads and noses together, but he didn't expect that Ximi had recovered after just a few simple movements. She patted Fang Qingyun's hand lightly, motioning him to let go, and then pushed him away with a bit of force. Fang Qingyun could still tell whether she hated him or was just being thick-skinned.

After Fang Qingyun got up from the ground, Ximi had already tidied up her appearance. She was no longer in a state of emotional collapse. She had recovered to her original energetic state in such a short time: "So, in order to pass on the recipes well, we must start learning to cook right away!"

Fang Qingyun stared into Ximi's eyes, and after making sure that she had adjusted herself, he nodded.

Humph, you are so energetic now? Anyway, I will take you back to hell. There are at least a battalion of medical maids and combat maids in hell. These senior service personnel have to learn cooking. You are scolding me so harshly now, but by then, the number of zombies will be enough for you to teach them cooking until they faint.

Hell: It doesn’t matter, I’ll take action.

"Okay, stop looking. Do you want to take advantage of me?" Ximi waved her hand to divert Fang Qingyun's gaze away from her face: "In front of us is Yongcui City ruled by Juer. If you run into Juer... let her come to see me. Before I die, I will talk to her clearly..."

Perhaps because the words that followed were too heavy, Ximi couldn't help but feel a little sad, but she quickly returned to her normal state.

...I will announce my abdication when I return. Ju'er put on a mask and stepped into the Dragon Fire Portal silently. She owed Ximi too much, whether it was the silent cold violence or leaving her alone in such a situation. She made a decision that she could not forgive herself for until now. Now she must pay the price for it, no matter what it is, even if it means giving up the image of the King of the Forest that she has built up to now.

Similarly, she also had some information to tell Ximi... She had also collected some news, so she was so clearly opposed to Ximi's behavior. Some information about the star gate and the disaster at that time must be told to her in time, otherwise... the entire underground city and even the entire human civilization might be destroyed.

Chapter 202: The "Defense War" of Yongcui City

"Also, although I'm not sure whether the Star Gate is fake news or not," Ximi did not give up his idea: "But, this kind of dream must be tried, what if it succeeds?"

Fang Qingyun nodded. He only remembered that the best part of the original plot seemed to be that they boarded a spaceship, but he was not sure whether they went through the star gate. It would be terrible if he rashly expressed his opinion and the plot changed, leading the whole world to a bad ending.

Ximi also had something to say. Her disappearance was an inevitable result. If she ultimately failed to complete her great mission of reaching the alien colony, or died on the way, she also hoped that Fang Qingyun could come along in the end, either to witness her end or to continue her hard work.

Just as she said herself, her wish was simple: she hoped that someone would eat the dishes made from the recipes she found in the future, and after that, it would be even better if someone could remember that she had ever existed.

Now that Ximi has seen through the world and knows that death is inevitable, she has realized it. Before, she was still concerned about other things and did not dare to reveal her feelings to others. Now that she knows that she is destined to die, she has become calm instead. From another perspective, this may be another degree of giving up.

Now that Ximi has recovered, Fang Qingyun put on the helmet and arm armor that concealed his identity again, making sure that no part of his body was exposed.

I just don't know if he will still be mistaken for a ginseng fruit by other fruit people now that he has changed into armor. His reputation as a ginseng fruit seems to be pretty good. If he has such a good vest, it will probably be much easier for him to do anything he wants.

Fang Qingyun picked up the halberd and shield and continued to go down along the elevator in front of the library. Ximi wanted to go to the surface, so she had to move to the upper level with all her belongings. In order to buy time, Fang Qingyun needed to go deeper, such as coming to Yongcui City, the official ruling area of ​​the forest king, to attract attention.

Fang Qingyun has no intention of taking action against the vegetative and fruit people, although a considerable portion of Ximi's recipes are dishes made with fruit people and vegetative people. But if he kills them all the way, it will be detrimental to Fang Qingyun's plan to conquer these high-quality laborers and agricultural experts. Therefore, what he wants to do is to pass through peacefully as much as possible. In the end, he will have a fight with Juer...if nothing unexpected happens.

Although he didn't know that Ju'er had overheard Ximi's confession, she was like an ant on hot pan after returning and was preparing to abdicate. She was busy with all kinds of matters and was overwhelmed.

After stepping out of the elevator, the scenery of Yongcui City appeared in Fang Qingyun's eyes. Although it was called Yongcui City, in fact, it did not look like a city. There was neither a moat nor towering city walls, only a deserted road covered with grass.

As we walked along the road, it seemed that all the monsters in the area had been cleared out, and the entire area outside Yongcui City was silent.

Soon, accompanied by the sound of the ground rubbing against the ground and the tearing sound of the zipper being pulled quickly, the little fan grass of the forest king, Jiba, showed its value as the number one fan of the forest king. With an expression of fearlessness, it called out to the fruit people and plant people who were losing their energy at the back: "Soldiers of the forest king, raise your weapons and don't let the evil servants of the necromancer trample on our land!"

It seemed that Jiba wanted to give a plant iron curtain speech. He encouraged the fruit people and plant people behind him with an impassioned tone: "Everyone, attack, activate the trap, and drive this stinking zombie back to the abyss!"

"...But he is not a zombie...He is clearly a ginseng fruit." Someone among the fruit people behind interrupted. Because there were too many fruit people, Jiba could not hear who was saying this.

Fang Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief. If any plant recognized him as a ginseng fruit, he would be able to move freely with this identity. These plants were particularly easy to be instigated and easily influenced by conspiracy theories, just like grass blown by strong winds. Any strong remarks would make them lean to either side.

If they had no doubts, then they would be fanatics like religious knights who would stop at nothing to stop Fang Qingyun's progress. At that time, even Fang Qingyun would not dare to make boasts and think that he could restrain himself in such a battlefield where swords and spears were ruthless.

"Who said that?" Jhiba tried to find the troublemaker: "Such troublemakers must bear the wrath of the King of the Forest!"

"The king of the forest will only send us to our deaths anyway." The vegetative people below agreed with the previous fruit people. Most of the vegetative people and fruit people gathered here are relatively young, so they have not yet received the call from the forest and gained the ability to live again. For them, dying here would be real death.

"Understand your responsibilities." Jiba was like a commander who deployed a supervision team, loudly promoting the legitimacy of the war: "To Ximi, you are just cooking ingredients. Only the great king will work hard for this dungeon. Sacrificing for the great king is your supreme honor."

"But the King of the Forest also allows herbivores to eat us," the vegetative man said. Because the dungeon needs to feed too many herbivores, a large number of plants that have not gained the ability to regenerate are fed to the herbivores as feed. This is just like another semi-feudal and semi-colonial society, except that the means of exploitation have become more direct and cruel: "I think His rule has only made our lives worse."

"Enough!" Jiba was speechless and could only use his sincere faith in the King of the Forest to prevaricate. He actually felt that what these vegetable people said was right, but doubts about his own beliefs also planted seeds in his heart: "Kill that zombie, or I will report it to the King of the Forest and let Him punish me."

"Okay, okay." The vegetable man and the fruit man reluctantly joined the city defense, as if they had compromised: "Whatever."

After seeing this, Jiba fled into the ground. He felt that his words were so unconvincing that he even doubted himself. But as a believer of the King of the Forest, he had to do this. However, these things he did collided with his ideas. This torment made him unable to stay for a second. Even if he received a perfunctory agreement, he assumed that these vegetative people would defend the city well and decisively gave up his duty as the commander in the battle.

After confirming that Ji Ba had left, the vegetative patients whispered for a while and sent a representative to meet with Fang Qingyun.

The one that came seemed to be a middle-aged potato. The green roots under its mouth looked like a beard. It seemed to be an elder, but it had not yet reached the age of rebirth like the old banana.

"I heard from those guys, and I know that a ginseng fruit like you can't speak easily." Potato wore a safety helmet and looked at Fang Qingyun without hostility: "So let's discuss it. If you agree, nod your head, and if you disagree, shake your head. Is that okay?"

Potato's tone was quite polite, and this way of talking just hit the best way of communication that Fang Qingyun had in mind. He wished that the negotiation would go smoothly all the way, so that he would not have to fight and kill all the way just for a simple pass. As a display of peace, Fang Qingyun put down his weapon, put it on his back, and nodded to Potato.

Potato, who was sweating heavily, breathed a sigh of relief. When Fang Qingyun put down his weapon, he thought for a moment that he had seen another peaceful version of the king of the forest. It was like leaning against the largest tree in the forest and listening to the words of the forest itself. This feeling of facing the forest itself made Potato relax naturally, and his words unconsciously became much gentler:

"We want to let you pass, but that thorn fence doesn't want to, so let's make a deal. We will show you the way, and you can symbolically overcome these traps. After passing the city defense, I will let the acting soldiers run away on their own. You just need to pass through and don't hurt any plants. How about it?"

...So how did Juer's rule become like this? After hearing the conditions, Fang Qingyun fell into a state of shock. The conditions were too generous and it was an offer that Fang Qingyun could not refuse. This was no less than an uprising against the King of the Forest. This kind of "corruption" of lip service was undoubtedly an act of treason from Jiba's perspective.

So Juer's rule was really a mess. She did good things but there was no publicity. She went to the countryside to work on weekdays, but her thoughts were overshadowed by Jiba's arrogance. No wonder she did so many good things, but was eventually overthrown by the plants, and let Ice Cream, a non-plant, be elected as president.

The rule of Ice Cream Cone was even more joyful. With such good conditions for an uprising, it was able to carry out complete tyranny in a few days, smashing its own rationality and orthodoxy to pieces, making all the vegetable people miss the kindness of Orange in the past. In the end, Ice Cream Cone naturally ended up being physically impeached, and finally had to give up its ambitions and pinch its nose to become friends with that piece of chocolate ice cream again.

Fang Qingyun nodded and agreed to Potato's proposal. Potato also breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't know Fang Qingyun's true identity, but this did not prevent it from thinking that Jiba was killing innocent people indiscriminately. Compared with Jiba's accusation against Fang Qingyun, who stood too high, it was more willing to believe what other fruit people and plant people said about ginseng fruit. After all, Fang Qingyun did not attack any plants and did not harm anyone along the way.

If Jiba's attitude had not been so arrogant, or if he had explained the whole story clearly, or if Juer had not made those policy decisions that were outrageous to both humans and gods, they would not have come to Fang Qingyun to negotiate peace without even doing the superficial work.

If the rule is better and the attitude of the thorn fence is better, these two points will be enough for these hot-blooded plant people and fruit people to sacrifice for the rule of the forest king. Unfortunately, the forest king is still a king who does not understand human nature after all.

Chapter 203: The righteous have many supporters, the unrighteous have few supporters

Soon, Potato handed the defense map to Fang Qingyun and added: "That guy, Thorny Fence, may come back for a spot check at any time, so I can't take you there in person. I can only give you the layout of the various traps. Walk slowly on the way, or those guys will turn off the traps."

Potato's defense map was quite detailed, marking the types and attack directions of all the traps. Some of the traps were even slowed down, so Fang Qingyun felt that he could easily pass through them.

The plant traps are relatively primitive, and quite a few of them are spike traps tied together with sharpened sticks. Once you step on the pedal, the spike board covered with sharpened sticks will start at high speed, piercing several holes in the person who steps on the trap. This is exactly like the jungle traps set during the Vietnam War.

Fang Qingyun advanced through the jungle. Although there were instructions on the defense map, it was not easy to find the direction in the jungle. Fang Qingyun had no experience in jungle combat, and he suffered a lot when he encountered such an unpredictable trap. Although these traps could not hurt him even if they hit him at full speed, they still made him look miserable.

When Fang Qingyun passed through various traps in the defense zone, a large number of plant people and fruit people gathered together to discuss Fang Qingyun's identity. Although plant people and fruit people are easily excited, they are not completely fools. They can gather a lot of information from the forest itself, such as who spread the news about the ginseng fruit.

After comparing the pieces of information, all the vegetative people and fruit people came to a conclusion: Fang Qingyun's identity as a ginseng fruit was in doubt, but the details still needed further verification. Moreover, all the vegetative people could feel the familiar aura on Fang Qingyun, so even if Fang Qingyun was really a zombie sent by Ximi, they would not make things difficult for him. After all, Juer's rule had made these plants eager to rise up in rebellion.

So, after Fang Qingyun left the jungle full of traps, in front of him was an army lined up in neat rows. The backbone of the army was the rice plants holding machetes. They were excellent close combat experts in the plant army, and they used the machetes to perfection.

The long-range shooters are pea pods that shoot peas. These peas are not like the pea cannons in Plants vs. Zombies, but pea pods that reveal plump peas, neatly arranged like bullets in a magazine.

An army with various weapons and equipment blocked Fang Qingyun's way. Leading the way was the potato. Fang Qingyun once thought that he had been deceived and stepped into the trap prepared by Fang Fang. In the end, it was the potato who took the initiative to come out and negotiate with Fang Qingyun.

This is really a problem for Fang Qingyun. Are you going to ambush me, or what? Just tell me the truth!

Potato first naturally threw the hammer in his hand to the ground to show that he had no hostility, and then walked to Fang Qingyun calmly: "...We actually have no hostility, we just want to know who you are...because we are completely unknown to you, if you are harmful to the forest...we may not let you go."

...So, are zombies harmful to the forest?... Fang Qingyun wanted to take action right away. When he was thinking about where to poke the potato with the halberd, he suddenly remembered... It seems that in the original game, although these plant people exist as enemies, they don’t have too much disgust towards zombies. It’s more like they are carrying out the so-called "resistance" as a routine. Maybe they can negotiate with them?

Fang Qingyun took off his helmet, revealing his face as a zombie. Potato visibly breathed a sigh of relief. He waved behind him, and the gathered army of vegetative people quickly dispersed.

Fortunately, no action was taken, Fang Qingyun was thankful.

Potato brought Fang Qingyun to the deepest part of Yongcui City, which is where the elevator goes to the next floor. There are many drying racks here. Some killed electric snails and shrimps are hung on the drying racks to dry. It is better to say that these plants use these drying racks as instruments of execution, just like spears used to pierce heads, rather than killing animals and drying them for food like humans.

The big bodies of the shrimps are covered with knife wounds, which look like the work of those rice swordsmen. These shrimps seem to have been drained of blood and died. They have been hung here for a long time, and the long shrimps have shrunk several times. The electric snails next to them are similar. After drying, their snail shells have become wrinkled, as if they were taken out of a dryer.

In addition to the shrimps and electric snails, Fang Qingyun also saw hell fish and slimes. These creatures were confirmed dead. The slimes were pierced by spears, and their soft bodies still had a little elasticity. They could shake like jelly with a random bounce.

"According to the order, we should try our best to stop the zombies." Potato's eyes revealed the fatigue that could not be concealed. The tyranny of the forest king had made it a little bit broken: "But I have no motivation to do so. There is no reason for us to work for a leader who doesn't care about the life and death of plants."

Fang Qingyun understood Potato's thoughts. Although Juer emphasized the natural balance, what she actually showed was that she seriously violated the interests of the plant clan. Her overly hasty integration turned her rule into a powder keg. Various contradictions were accumulated, and once a problem arose, it would lead to irreversible consequences.

Moreover, Ju'er, like Fang Qingyun, has a kind of human arrogance, which is often reflected in some parents. The most intuitive manifestation is: I am doing this for your own good. Ju'er did not explain to the plant family the necessity of natural balance, but stood in the distant darkness like a prophet and called out to everyone. The darkness on this road will naturally discourage all those who want to follow.

"The plants don't understand what the king of the forest wants." Potato exhaled, his tone full of confusion and anger: "I only know that my friends were eaten one by one by the herbivores, with no chance of resurrection, and the king of the forest was just a damn bystander."

"Why should plants sacrifice their lives for the sake of nature's balance? What kind of leader is he if he can't even protect his own people?" Potato sat on the ground, the roots under his mouth trembling like a beard. "I should have let you defeat her. At least the necromancer just wanted to make a delicious meal, and he only operated on animals along the way."

Is this a lucky coincidence? Fang Qingyun didn't know that he should have fought his way here. He should have fought with these vegetative soldiers who were unwilling to fight for the king of the forest. In the end, both sides would face the wrong enemy at the wrong time, and end up fighting a wrong war that would make both sides regret it.

Fortunately, none of this will happen again.

While Potato and Fang Qingyun were talking, a large number of plants gathered around. They came from different places, but they all had one thing in common: they were old enough and could feel the call of the forest. They could sacrifice without hesitation and welcome their next life.

"...I have lived enough in this life and can start the next one. Instead of giving this pure devotion to the forest king to feed the herbivorous monsters that eat other people, I would rather give it to you so that you can overthrow the rule of the forest king." The old rice leaned on his machete and walked tremblingly in front of Fang Qingyun, staring at Fang Qingyun's paralyzed face with turbid eyes: "You are the incarnation of the forest, we believe in you"

Fang Qingyun wanted to wave his hand to refuse. He had two main purposes for going to Juer. One was to buy time for Ximi, and the other was to win Juer over. These two purposes had nothing to do with the vegetative man's thoughts. Accepting a reward that was destined to fail to complete the commission was not Fang Qingyun's style.

And although Fang Qingyun usually has radical ideas about some races that suddenly evolved into intelligent species, for example: allowing tools to have their own selves is the greatest gift to them.

But if he really encountered such a situation, facing the voluntary sacrifice of these old vegetative patients, even if Fang Qingyun knew that they would be reborn with consciousness, or could harvest a large amount of food to strengthen themselves by waving their weapons, he was still unwilling to do so. It was too heavy, and he could not bear such a heavy wish... After all, he was just an ordinary person and did not have such awareness.

Soon, these vegetative people seemed to be aware of Fang Qingyun's concerns. They looked at each other and sat on the ground. The skin wrapping the fruit turned into part of the soil. Soon, a large amount of food fell to the ground, and lush sprouts grew on the ground.

Yaer spoke. Although she sounded immature, Fang Qingyun could still recognize the tone of the older rice: "We have already gotten rid of the shackles of our bodies. You can take those things away. There is no use for us to keep them."

Seeing these vegetative patients doing this, Fang Qingyun felt that he had overcome his psychological burden. It might sound a bit pretentious to say this, but it was really great to complete reincarnation and reap rewards peacefully without having to do it himself.

And although he was not going to overthrow Ju'er's rule, his goal was to distract Ju'er's attention and try to get Ju'er to listen to Ximi's last words. Therefore, this could be regarded as fulfilling the wishes of the plant tribe to some extent, wasn't it?

So Fang Qingyun accepted these ingredients calmly. The rice dropped the blades of the long knives they used and the rice grains as big as knuckles. These rice grains had even husked automatically. When Fang Qingyun put the white rice into a plastic bag, the great power brought by this natural harvest made the rice spotless.