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

Anyway, you have to take responsibility. They have already placed their fate in your hands, so you naturally have to be responsible for bringing them a good life. Fang Qingyun patted his head, ending this brief wandering of thoughts.

At least now, I should learn some cooking techniques and cook a few more dishes when I go back... Improving living standards is the basis of everything, at least let's start with eating.

Fang Qingyun estimated that the plastic bag might contain several tons of food... This was based on the assumption that only the vegetative people from the surrounding area came, and most of them just threw down a little. If these vegetative people lived well and waited until they were old to "pass away" together, it was estimated that one vegetative person could harvest nearly the output of a small piece of land.

After all, whose orchard can grow a durian that is more than two meters tall? Bananas that are more than a person tall are everywhere here. Even if apples are not as tall as a person, they are as big as a large millstone. As long as these vegetative people are treated well enough, Fang Qingyun dares to believe that there will be no worries about the output of agricultural products in the future.

Continuing forward, in the heart of Yongcui City, Fang Qingyun found someone who shouldn't be here, Ximi.

Ximi stood in this huge library, staring at the huge bookcases that were at least three or four meters high and the three-wheeled motorcycle he rode. Well, without a truck, it seemed that all the books here could not be transported at once.

Ximi was surprised by another thing. The way these books were placed seemed to have been deliberately changed. The most important ones were placed in places that were easy to get. It was completely different from the last time I came. Moreover, we were almost at Juer's hometown. I thought Juer would come out and say a few words, but she chose to shut me out...

Is it true that Ju'er can't forgive me? Do we have to go to war?

Ju'er, who was busy with matters related to her abdication, sneezed. She took off her deer skull mask and continued to busy herself with the last few matters before her abdication, such as repairing lights for the plants that needed light.

Chapter 207, Zhiwei: Ah, why do you want me to act!

"Forget it, if Ju'er doesn't come out," Ximi stretched and pretended to be indifferent: "Just take away all the books here!"

"Ju'er?" Zhiwei reacted quickly. According to the script, the skeletons should not know that the king of the forest is Ju'er, so he had to pretend that he didn't know: "Are you talking about the monster with green fire?"

Oh no, Zhiwei regretted that he spoke without thinking. Ximi said something casually and he jumped to the answer at high speed. Anyone could see that something was wrong.

Ximi was obviously not an ordinary person. She laughed and tried to cover up the fact that she had exposed herself: "What is Ju'er? You must have heard it wrong. Zhiwei, I told you a long time ago not to take drugs anymore."

"What the hell?" Zhiwei subconsciously defended himself, "Didn't you and Ju'er come up with a new drink? You even promised me to try the poison. Who knew that thing was as potent as 'Pan-Galactic Mouthwash'? It was like hitting my head with a golden brick meteor hammer wrapped in a lemon. My head was buzzing and my mouth was filled with the sour smell of lemon. I want to vomit just thinking about it!"

Ximi was a little surprised because these friends were resurrected puppets. Logically, their memories were Ximi's understanding of them. She had never heard Zhiwei say these detailed descriptions. After Zhiwei knocked her unconscious, she woke up after being rescued by Juer, the head of the department. But after waking up, she just complained a few words casually and didn't say anything in detail.

Zhiwei originally felt that he was exposed, because everyone's goal was to make Ximi believe that they were just puppets. Ximi, who had no worries, would naturally be determined to die if they didn't succeed. Everyone successfully escaped together and returned to human society to continue their life as classmates. If Ximi knew that Zhiwei and the others were just puppets, perhaps because of this concern, she would choose to compromise instead of taking a gamble, and ultimately everyone would rot here together.

On the other hand, Fang Qingyun used the dictionary to communicate with them in secret, saying that he had a way to save Ximi, and they just needed to continue to advance the "main line", so Zhiwei and the others kept pretending to be stupid.

Ximi felt that something was wrong with Zhiwei. She floated in the air and looked Zhiwei left and right, making Zhiwei feel uncomfortable.

This guy must be hiding something from me... Ximi touched his chin and became a little suspicious.

Soon, Fang Qingyun, who was watching from the sidelines, interrupted the conversation between the two. He came over and simply said hello, and at the same time began to wonder, logically speaking, Ju'er should jump out and say something here? By the way, it should expose the fact that Ximi's soul was overwhelmed. Forget it, it's normal for some changes to occur anyway.

Fang Qingyun turned around and continued to move forward. He winked at Zhiwei before leaving. He didn't know whether Zhiwei understood what he meant. After all, Zhiwei was now a skeleton, and the only thing that could be seen were his empty eye sockets.

"Going forward is the Ashan Animal Reserve," Ximi reminded Fang Qingyun, "That should be the power center of the king of the forest. You may encounter fierce resistance. By the way, there are a lot of good ingredients there, remember to collect them."

Fang Qingyun nodded to indicate that he heard it, and then stepped into the elevator to the next floor.

The climate in the Ashan Animal Reserve was different from all the ones Fang Qingyun had seen before. The previous Lohas communities had either mushroom forest or rainforest climates, but when he arrived at Yongcui City, it changed to a tropical climate. The Ashan Animal Reserve was like a pasture, and the fresh and juicy grass looked like it could feed some cattle and sheep healthily.

As usual, Fang Qingyun took a break in the camp in front of the elevator. He took out some of the ingredients he had collected before and made a complete recipe. Even the sharp durian peel that could be used as a spiked shield was made into a special food. That thing should taste bitter...

Maybe he was too busy with adventures before, now he obviously felt exhausted. Looking back, he found that his adventures during this period actually made him prepare 18 dishes... These included Zhuangzhuang soy milk that could make a skinny person look like Schwarzenegger after eating it, Diexian Happy Powder that could increase the upper limit of all energy capacity, and even roasted durian shells and fried durian that could give people the ability to ignore the laws of physics and forcibly counterattack...

After eating, Fang Qingyun felt that his height had reached 1.9 meters due to the growth and stretching of his muscles. His strong muscles were enough to crush a cow to death. Fortunately, he quickly learned how to restrain those muscles that had a strong desire to perform and restore himself to his original normal appearance.

The halberd and shield made by the swamp crab were also outdated. Under the guidance of Tiechui, Fang Qingyun used the energy contained in his body to smelt his own new weapon: a spiked shield compressed from durian peel, and an axe gun made from the machetes thrown by Rice, the core of the water elf and the mantis claw. This weapon was two meters long. Others could only use it as a two-handed weapon, but Fang Qingyun could use it with one hand.

The axe spear is a weapon combined by an axe and a spear. The front end can be used as a spear to block cavalry, and the slightly shorter part is a narrow and sharp axe blade with first-class armor-piercing effect. It can be swung with one hand, and Fang Qingyun uses it effortlessly. Tiechui's eyes twitched as he watched from the side. After all, this weapon weighs more than 100 kilograms, and Guan Gong's sword only weighs 81 kilograms. Isn't it a bit too much for you to use a two-handed weapon with one hand?

The shield was also quite heavy, weighing at least 100 kilograms. It was square like a Roman shield, with thick raised square spikes on the surface. If you hit it without any protection, it would probably be poked with holes everywhere that would let air leak out.

As for the armor, no suitable material was found, so it was not replaced for the time being. Although the swamp crab armor was a bit backward, as long as he was not hit, it didn't matter whether the armor was advanced or not. Moreover, Fang Qingyun didn't want to change to light armor or leather armor. Even if those thin things were advanced, they would not give him any sense of security.

The monsters I encountered were so powerful that they wanted to smash me to death if they couldn't chop me to death. Even the Splitting Shrimp, although its two front limbs were blocked by the shield when it swung down, still broke Fang Qingyun's arm. If he wore a set of close-fitting leather armor, it would be the same as wearing nothing, except that he would be smashed into two instead of being chopped into two.

The grass in the pasture area was soon replaced by another ecosystem at the end of the road. This special tree species was something Fang Qingyun had never seen before. The trunk was round like a bucket, rather short and fat, and there were not many leaves on the trunk.

After reaching the end of the road, Fang Qingyun found the familiar green figure, Ji Ba.

"You filthy villain!" Jiba said, "What have you done to the great king of the forest?"

Fang Qingyun was stunned. I don't think I have ever faced the King of the Forest head-on, right? Why did I do that? Don't just say that.

"The King of the Forest must have been influenced by a villain like you," Jiba muttered, with some dark resentment entangled in his body: "After He came back not long ago, He has been busy at a faster pace, and even talked about abdicating."

Abdicate? Fang Qingyun couldn't imagine it. Wasn't Ju'er overthrown by a vegetative person? Why did he have to abdicate himself? He remembered that he didn't seem to say anything...

But if Ju'er really abdicated, what did she want to do? In the original plot, Ximi and Ju'er talked to each other and complicated things more than once or twice. If Ju'er ran away to some unknown place this time, it would be difficult for Fang Qingyun to find her.

He didn't want to find the pieces of Ju'er's clothes in that indestructible barrier first. If he did that, Ximi would probably go crazy.

We have to speed up... Fang Qingyun changed into new weapons and prepared to start a rampage without any hesitation.

"Evil villain, I have set up a large number of traps that are impossible to jump over. You will just rot in these layers of spikes!" After making the harsh words, Jiba immediately retracted into the ground. Fang Qingyun spread his phosphorous wings and flew up from the ground, starting to fly at the fastest speed. Those spikes could not stop his steps at all, and the occasional triggered traps would only be shattered by his armor and shield.

The Ashan Animal Reserve really lives up to its name. A large number of wild boars and rare medicinal herbs are distributed in this area. Fang Qingyun likes to call the wild boars here razor boars. The fangs of these wild boars are like sharp razors. When they charge, it is earth-shaking. What's more, their powerful hind legs can quickly increase their charging speed, just like the body of a bus rushing up, it seems that it can overturn a tank.

The blood-red aura spread through the bodies of these wild boars. The pain-killing, violent razor boars jumped madly as if they had been injected with chicken blood, trying to reach Fang Qingyun in the air. After being strengthened by dozens of dishes, Fang Qingyun looked like a god of war.

He just folded his wings and fell freely from the air. The muscles in his arms expanded wildly and his heart sent blood to where it should go. With a seemingly weak axe, the fangs that could pierce through the armor plate were cut off, and the skull that could withstand the impact was chopped open. White brain matter mixed with blood spurted out of the wound. The razor boar tried to struggle, but soon this struggle turned into the trembling of legs and feet before death.

These wild boars are really outrageous. Fang Qingyun, who was stopping the boar with an axe, had no idea how outrageous he was. He easily dealt with the wild boar, which was the size of a bus, as casually as brushing off the weeds on its body. No matter how strong they are, in front of me, one axe will make them stay still.

Fang Qingyun pulled out a sharp long knife made of mantis claws from his waist and began to cut up the wild boar with it.

Chapter 208: For Juer! (Makes the sound of doing it for the big guy with the hammer)

Fang Qingyun took out the tusks of these wild boars. Even after a brutal collision, there was not a single mark left on the tusks. The tusks, as smooth as jade, felt a little cold to the touch, and the smooth part at the front was like a sharp ivory sword. If Fang Qingyun was hit head-on by the tusks and had not blocked it with a shield... he would probably have been cut in half.

As for the traps set by the thorn fence, Fang Qingyun also saw them. The traps were layers of thorn bushes covered with all kinds of prickly thorns, and they spread over more than ten meters. Even if one had enhanced jumping ability, it would be impossible to jump over them.

It’s just that Fang Qingyun can fly... These thorn bushes didn’t do much except let Fang Qingyun see how sharp they were. Fang Qingyun was so curious that he even picked some off with a knife. Who knows, they might be useful later?

And these thorns are not without use. Some wild boars died in the middle of the thorn bush, and their corpses piled up into a small hill. But they were not completely rotted yet, and some red, gorgeous and strange flowers bloomed from the corpses. This flower, called Tianshan Blood Lotus, has good medicinal value and is also a great way to make tea with it. However, it is like an evil creature and has the special effect of triggering the dark side of a person's heart. It can be regarded as a natural violence potion.

As for why the wild boar died in the middle of the thorn bush, and the outer layer of the thorn bush did not seem to have been stepped on or damaged, only the inner layer had some signs of being arched, Fang Qingyun had his own guess.

It is estimated that the thorn fence only slightly expanded the area of ​​the thorn bush. The wild boar must have mistakenly entered the thorn bush before it expanded. The sharp thorns cut its skin and dug into its flesh, making the wild boar struggle desperately. However, the red spikes have the effect of anesthetic and preventing blood clotting. Therefore, the wild boar was anesthetized and watched itself bleed to death here.

Going further, the air was filled with a sweet and tempting scent, and there were some buzzing sounds. Not far away, Fang Qingyun discovered some... honeycomb trees.

These trees have legs, and their arms are made up of branches and knots. The whole tree looks very slender, like a pole. The most eye-catching thing is the huge beehives on their heads. Those beehives are not the black ones we usually see, but a very bright yellow. There are many wasps the size of two fists drilling in and out of the holes in the beehives, and the tempting honey slowly flows out of the holes like flowing gold.

The beehive tree is divided into two parts: the beehive and the tree. The two parts have reached a wonderful symbiotic relationship, just like the hell machine and the tracks, complementing each other. The tree is responsible for moving, sending the hive to some hard-to-reach locations while reducing losses on the road, while the beehive plays the role of a processor. It will release a large number of bees to collect honey and provide part of the honey to the tree as a reward. When encountering danger, the tree itself will rely on its huge body to resist, and a large number of wasps will also be released to launch a fierce attack on the enemy.

Just a few stings from these wasps can cause the special toxins in their stingers to melt a person's internal organs into a pool of stuff, which is very dangerous.

After seeing Fang Qingyun, these honeycomb trees did not have any intention of attacking. Instead, they walked slowly to Fang Qingyun and looked at the alien in front of them with curious expressions. Although this alien looked different from themselves, there was a pleasant smell on his body, just like facing a towering tree. In addition, Fang Qingyun had no intention of attacking, so he let them observe, and soon these honeycomb trees let down their guard.

These honeycomb trees gathered together, surrounding Fang Qingyun in the middle. The trunks, which were two people tall, bent slightly and poured some precious honey from the holes to Fang Qingyun. Fang Qingyun was quick-witted and realized that it might be his special physique that came into play. He took out the plastic bag, unscrewed the jar, and saved the flowing gold.

The friendliness of the Beehive Tree was still very significant. Fang Qingyun brought a total of five or six large glass jars with a capacity of 2.5 liters, and they were all filled up in an instant.

Soon, after showing its hospitality, the beehive tree waved and greeted Fang Qingyun, then dispersed on its own to find a suitable garden to release the bees to collect honey.

Fang Qingyun, who originally wanted to dip his hand in honey to try the taste, hesitated for a moment. He was worried that this thing was also part of the monster and something might go wrong if he ate it directly. So he consulted the frying pan. After getting the affirmative reply from the frying pan that there was nothing wrong, he stretched out his clean fingers, carefully dipped a small piece and put it in his mouth.

Then he jumped up as if he was stung by a wasp and almost knocked over the jar of honey. The honey was not sweet when it entered his mouth, but it was too sweet to the point of choking. It seemed that the small piece of honey on his tongue absorbed the moisture on his tongue, causing spasm-like pain in his tongue. But soon, the unique honey aroma spread from Fang Qingyun's mouth.

The honey, as sticky as solid, gave the taste buds a big blow. The tongue that seemed to have lost its sense of taste experienced the ultimate sweetness. The wonderful taste that seemed to melt people made Fang Qingyun in a good mood. It would be a good choice to process this thing a little bit and take it back to make dessert for himself.

But it must be diluted, or some special method must be used to "lock" the honey in the dessert, otherwise everyone who eats this thing for the first time will have the same expression as him, as if they had been punched hard.

It would be great if we could take these honeycomb trees back with us, Fang Qingyun touched his chin. However, we have to place them farther away when raising them to prevent the bees from stinging us. Being stung by these things is no small matter. If our internal organs are melted, we have to make a trip to the Holy Grail River to rebuild our bodies. It is quite troublesome to run back and forth.

Continuing forward, after taking one elevator, Fang Qingyun arrived at a deeper place in the Ashan Animal Reserve. This was a grass growing area full of young and immature grasses. They thrived under the fluorescent lights on top. The one taking care of them was a large yellow-leafed tree wearing a straw hat. The branches of the tree looked a bit brittle, as if it was old.

When Fang Qingyun passed by, because of the aura on his body, he was naturally regarded as an ordinary plant and did not cause any violent reaction from them.

"Uncle Dashu said that Ashan is the brightest place in the underground city. We can grow up freely here." The foragers recited the modern poem they had just composed with a fifth or sixth grade tone that contained excessive emotion. Fang Qingyun wanted to laugh when he heard it, and for a moment he seemed to be back in his youth.

"That's right, children!" The big yellow-leaf tree continued, as if it was acting as a recitation instructor: "Not long ago, Ashan was still dark. There was no light, and no plants could survive here. Whose efforts made it possible for this place to see light again?"

"It is the king of the forest," the grasses answered. The ups and downs of the recitation made the poem particularly dramatic. The strong pronunciation and sound made it all look funny: "It is the great king of the forest!"

"That's right, children!" The big yellow-leafed tree said insincerely. It knew the fate of these grasses in the future. Most of them would be cruelly cut down at a premature age before they could get a second life and become food for herbivores. Its voice was heavy when it answered, but it was not noticed by the enthusiastic grasses: "The King of the Forest repaired the headlights left by humans and selflessly provided us with a superior life."

"When we grow legs, we will make the dungeon a better place." The foragers ended the recitation with their vision of the future. They were full of youthful vigor and wanted to make a career in the future. Fang Qingyun touched his nose through his helmet. He thought so at first, but later he found that after he came out, he was just an indistinguishable person among thousands.

The yellow-leaf tree was not as extreme as the previous plants. It had seen Orange doing practical things in the Ashan Animal Reserve, so it still had a certain love for Orange. It was just that due to Orange's harsh management, it also had complaints about Orange. But as long as no one catalyzed or distorted it, it would end its life under the torture of conscience.

It forced a smile and concluded, its knots throbbing with pain from the torment of conscience: "Every plant has its place in the dungeon."

But obviously, that was impossible, because Fang Qingyun saw a familiar figure, Ice Cream Cone, who was "pointy" in appearance, "cunning" in character, and "mean" in behavior. At this time, Ice Cream Cone was standing next to a truck far away from the pasture. On the truck was the harvested pasture, and next to him stood an old man holding a sickle, who was in a state of inner torment.

"I don't understand why you can hurt your own compatriots without batting an eyelid and feed them to monsters as food?" Ice cream cone started by putting a big hat on others, deliberately omitting the middle process and cutting off both ends to make things sound unbearable.

It's like saying a man is alienating his daughter, without mentioning that he runs around almost three times without entering the house to feed his family. Is he alienating? Yes, but does he have a reason? Yes, but as long as the middle steps are omitted, he becomes a scumbag.

Uncle Tree looked down at the sickle in his hand. His inner hesitation made him speak with a questioning tone: "Because... this is for the King of the Forest? He said that in order to survive, the animals and plants in the dungeon must make sacrifices. The cattle in the pasture only eat this kind of grass. If they don't do this, they will starve to death."

Fang Qingyun can empathize with the big tree because what Juer did was indeed harsh, and the dungeon has not yet reached a balance, so it is normal that the current social contradictions are acute.

At this point, Fang Qingyun thought of the world background of Warhammer 40k. If Orange had behaved a little worse and deified herself, she wouldn't have become as hateful as she is now. Maybe those plants would even think that it was an honor to sacrifice for Orange.

This is the consequence of adopting an ideal social model but insufficient social productivity. The entire society is like another kind of tyranny and can be collapsed at any time by a single finger from someone with ulterior motives.

Chapter 209: Don't Let Me Catch You

"But..." Uncle Tree looked down at his sickle, unable to face the fact that his hands were stained with blood. He felt that Ice Cream was right, but because it was contrary to what he had been taught, he could only refute with his own simple values: "But... I heard before that because the people of the Mulberry Leaf Tribe disobeyed the King of the Forest, the silkworms became extinct. This is not right. The King of the Forest has done a lot for the plants, and the plants should do something to repay Him."

"So what?" Ice Cream Cone asked in a murderous tone, instilling extreme and selfish thinking into the tree: "What is the meaning of these sacrifices to the plants?"

"What do you mean?" The tree is down, isn't it natural to repay a favor? Without the help of the king of the forest, this area would not be a paradise for plants. In order to repay such a favor, isn't it right to do whatever you can?

Ice cream cone had no expression, and looked at the tree as if he was looking at an idiot: "You said the silk moths are extinct. So, with the extinction of silk moths, has your life become worse?"

The sharp words were like a blade, cutting through the defenses of the big tree, which didn't know how to answer. Selfishness melted into the big tree's body like poison. This sweet poison manipulated the big tree like a puppet string, making its thinking tend to be cold and selfish.

"This..." The big tree was confused. Its mind was confused by Ice Cream Cone's words. It felt that Ice Cream Cone's words were right, but it also felt that those words were not so right.

"The lives of plants have improved because of the headlights on the top. What does the presence or absence of animals have to do with the quality of life of plants?" Ice cream cone easily tore apart the simple values ​​of the big tree with his own thinking. This dimensionality reduction attack left the big tree speechless. It could only stammer, not knowing how to answer.

At this point, the debate between the two sides has been decided. Ice cream successfully used the diode debate method and profit-seeking approach to attack the simple view of good and evil of the tree, and successfully refuted the tree completely.

Fang Qingyun's eyes were already starting to look strange. The problem with Ju'er now was that the tax was too high, but you can't think that not paying taxes is the right thing to do just because the tax is high, right? According to Ice Cream's theory, if the family sends the child to study, the child can still send no money home after finishing school. Isn't it comfortable for him to be happy and free? Why bother with the two old guys? Anyway, they have no use value?

If this way of doing things happened in reality, Fang Qingyun would just stay away from it. Even though he has become much colder now, he has no reason to interfere with other people's way of doing things. However, this Ice Cream Cone is a deadly instigator. If he only incited ordinary people to overthrow Ju'er and become the boss himself, Fang Qingyun would just turn a blind eye and let it go.

But Ice Cream's rhetoric became a springboard for the ultimate black hand, Pu Cui. The self-doubting Big Tree could not accept that his ideas were shattered so brutally. The collision between the new ideas and the old three views made Big Tree go to extremes, and thus he threw himself into the arms of Pu Cui and became a devout believer of Pu Cui.

To put it bluntly, believing in Pucui means: I am living such a miserable life, I am very uncomfortable, so if everyone else is miserable with me, I will feel comfortable. This is a kind of thorough fairness. The suffering endured will allow Pucui to gain powerful energy, thereby achieving a series of unimaginable operations such as breaking the void.

Ice cream's remarks are like promoting enjoyment in the world of Holy Terra in Warhammer 40k. It doesn't matter if you are not caught, but what you promote will become a springboard for the evil gods of the Warp, leading to large-scale Slaanesh pollution. This is why you must be dragged out and shot.

Although separated by a helmet, Ice Cream Cone seemed to be aware of the murderous intent in Fang Qingyun's eyes. It did not continue to verbally rape the tree in its own way. It did not even say goodbye and hurriedly chose to run away. Fang Qingyun did not hide himself either. He picked up his weapon, spread his phosphorus wings and chased after him. He would not feel at ease unless he nipped this large source of pollution in the bud.

But the ice cream cone was obviously more familiar with the terrain. It jumped down the deep tunnel and landed on the moving train. No matter how fast Fang Qingyun was, he could not catch up with the speed of the train. He could only stop unwillingly after chasing for a while.

Therefore, if these things turn against you in person, you must strangle them to death on the same day, otherwise, who knows how they will escape and come out like cockroaches to disgust you.

And why are there trains running in this crappy place?

As the lights rang, the traffic signal pole was raised, and a train whizzed past where Fang Qingyun was standing. Well, there was only one way to get on this train, and that was to climb on. If he jumped a little too far, he would be hit by the high-speed train and turned into a puddle that would have to be shoveled away.

The train came very quickly, and another one would come in about ten seconds. Fang Qingyun suspected that the train made a small loop. Fang Qingyun found a gap and crossed the train track. The next second, the train whizzed past him from behind, and the stones it brought up hit his armor, making a crisp sound.

...So, why is there such a useless train in this underground city? And where did the cone get off? Once this slippery thing runs away, it will be difficult to find it again.

On the other side, the ice cream cone that jumped off the train and broke into pieces, becoming a flat shell, is now in a very disheveled state. Its suit is covered in dust and has some damages. It limps towards the secret exit, thinking about how to deal with the helmeted zombie and Simi after it is elected as the president. No one should be left alive!

Here, Fang Qingyun, who had searched for a while but couldn't find the ice cream cone, gave up the search and turned to look at the land in front of him. The railway tracks and large ranches were interspersed together, and the complex terrain made Fang Qingyun suspect that if an animal was hit and killed, it would not be an uncommon occurrence.

This is a special kind of sheep that is more than two people tall, has a graceful appearance, and looks like a deer. Its temperament is very similar to the Nine-Colored Deer I saw when I was a child. Just looking at the hoof prints and other places, it feels very face-saving to use it as a mount. This kind of sheep has purple horns in the shape of lightning on its head, and there are arcs of electricity that flicker between the horns. The ozone produced by the electrolysis of the air smells very unpleasant.

On the other side was a chalky white rhinoceros that looked like a tank, its skin layered like chain mail, with the armor plates stacked one on top of the other, protecting the rhinoceros inside. Combined with the rhinoceros and the wild boar's equally large bodies, it really looked as majestic as a tank.

Obviously, Fang Qingyun's aura only works on plants. Although these herbivores are herbivores, they are large in size and very aggressive. The purple electric arcs that pierce the air gather between the lightning horns, and the crackling sound of the electric current sounds like they are not easy to deal with. The lightning that strikes out hits Fang Qingyun in an instant, and then is diverted by the water shield in front of the automatically responding water shield and directed underneath.

Apart from the sudden flash of light that startled Fang Qingyun, no actual damage was caused.

But the rhinoceros is different. When it runs like a heavy tank, the earth trembles. Its four short and thick legs, like bridge piers, run so fast that it seems to be able to catch up with a 60-mile-per-mile car. The grass and dust it raises almost cover the scene behind it, destroying the world like a train rushing at full speed.

Seeing that only this one rhinoceros was rushing towards him, Fang Qingyun, who wanted to test his own strength, held up his large shield and axe spear, and stomped to the ground, assuming a standard spearman's starting stance to defend against a cavalry charge. Several water swords were also waiting behind Fang Qingyun, ready to go. As long as Fang Qingyun succeeded in stopping the rhinoceros, he could tear the rhinoceros to pieces immediately.

Soon, the rhinoceros charged at full speed and rolled towards Fang Qingyun like a heavy tank accelerating to 60 miles per hour. The lowered rhinoceros horn was like a raised battering ram, intending to use this blow to push Fang Qingyun into the sky.

Fang Qingyun was not afraid at all in the face of this terrifying kinetic energy. He thrust his legs into the ground with all his strength to reduce the possibility of being knocked flying. Although he had the strength to compete with a heavy tank, his own weight was limited. If he was hit by such a thing and was not prepared, he would have to fly as far as he was supposed to, without any ambiguity.

The hard rhino horn hit the durian shield, making a creaking sound. The hard shield was not deformed by the rhino. Except for causing two deep grooves in the ground for Fang Qingyun's feet, it was not greatly affected. It was just that the body size that had been hidden with great difficulty after drinking Zhuangzhuang soy milk expanded unconsciously when facing the huge force.

This fierce attack did not cause Fang Qingyun's arm to be broken, and there was not even any numbness or soreness. If the ground had not been too soft, Fang Qingyun could even stand still and withstand the charge of this rhinoceros weighing about 200 tons.