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

Chapter 219: Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, they are actually all Lao Zhang

What kind of weapon is this? A shotgun axe? Can the barrel support the full force of another person's swing? The shotgun will break before the axe hits anyone.

Fang Qingyun felt that he had a lot of complaints to make, so he took out a tablet from the plastic bag, sorted out his thoughts, and began to type: "...Are you sure these are like this after you dug them out?"

"Uh..." Professor Mushroom didn't dare to look Fang Qingyun in the eye. He changed the subject with a wandering look in his eyes: "That one may not be it, but this one definitely is. Look, this is the explosive wand I dug out during my previous scientific expedition, and next to it is the standard spear used by humans in the past."

Fang Qingyun looked at the so-called exploding wand and stopped typing. Looking at the appearance of the "magic wand", anyone who has watched a little movie would know what it is called.

That is clearly an RPG equipped with a high-explosive warhead. Its full name is Rocket-Propelled Grenade Launcher, which is what a bunch of black guys in movies often carry. You call it an explosive wand?

The standard rifle next to it is even more unsettling. It is a rifle with a bayonet and a long handle at the end. How can you call it a rifle? The welding parts are not cleaned up. It looks like it will fall apart if you shake it.

“Don’t disbelieve it.” Professor Mushroom now looked very confident. Her confidence made Fang Qingyun doubt for a moment whether it was because of the disparity between the worlds that these things with the appearance of guns here all had the same functions as magic wands?

Fang Qingyun tentatively picked up the RPG. It seemed to have been modified by Professor Mushroom. The bullet head was thicker, as if too much gunpowder had been forced into it, so it looked like it couldn't shoot very far. Fang Qingyun held it in the same position he had seen in the movies, making sure that there was no one behind him who would be burned by the tail flow of the bullet, and then he tentatively pulled the trigger.

The RPG didn't respond at all, and the bullet wasn't fired. Just when Fang Qingyun thought it had exploded and was about to run away, a bullet shot out from the void in the direction he was aiming at, falling from the sky and turning that area into a sea of ​​fire. The blast wave formed by the explosion blew away the surrounding stones, leaving the entire area barren.

Perhaps because of the excessive charge, the vertically falling bullet not only corrected the grass, but also blew up a hole for planting a tree. Mud and soil fell from mid-air and landed on the head of Fang Qingyun, who had a dazed look on his face.

What is this? This was the only thought in Fang Qingyun's mind. He stared at the weapon in his hand and fell into deep thought. He began to doubt his own cognition. Could it be that my previous understanding of this thing was wrong? Is this thing really a staff?

"Look, Brother Teng and Ju'er are here, I can't lie to you." Professor Mushroom seemed very satisfied with Fang Qingyun's reaction, and was quite proud of his transformation: "This is how humans used weapons in the past, isn't it? Chanting the name of the God of Weapons, summoning destructive spells in His name to tear the enemy into pieces. I don't know how humans named it in the past, but I like to call it the Ashes Divine Art now."

Ju'er, who witnessed the whole process, was also in a state of confusion. Fang Qingyun came here through time travel and had no idea whether these weapons were used in this way before. Therefore, he was more accepting of the different ways of using these things and his cognition. Who knows, maybe this world has combined magic and technology together, so that every bullet fired has self-awareness?

But Ju'er is different. She is a human who was born and raised in this world. Although she has never used this kind of weapon before, she has seen the test firing of this thing. Now the original launcher has become a strange-looking staff, which can be used after Professor Mushroom has thought about it... Where did this green skin come from?

Seeing Ju'er and Fang Qingyun staring in amazement, Professor Mushroom began to feel a little unconfident: "Could it be...could it be that this thing really isn't used this way?"

Hearing Professor Mushroom's self-doubt, Fang Qingyun and Ju'er nodded desperately. Being able to change a weapon into a staff is, in a way, an incredible talent.

What would happen if this technology was fully mastered and combined with things like the hell cannons in hell?

Fang Qingyun imagined such a future. Perhaps when a magic skull-shaped shell was fired, it would no longer just fine-tune the trajectory tracking as before, but would develop self-awareness and would automatically distinguish between friendly and enemy forces after reaching the highest point and look for the most suitable landing point.

Then when Fang Qingyun receives fire support from hell, he only needs to let his artillery units fire at full speed. The shells will find the enemy on their own anyway.

"Uh... but this is indeed feasible..." Professor Mushroom took the explosive staff from Fang Qingyun and tried to cast the spell herself. The same shell blew the place she was looking at into pieces: "No problem, this works well..."

This made Fang Qingyun feel admiration for talent. Talents like Professor Mushroom are exactly what Hell needs. If the original plot had been followed, Professor Mushroom would have been infected by Purity in the end, and would eventually sacrifice himself to save the zombies from Purity's exile.

If Fang Qingyun could work harder, Professor Mushroom would probably eventually board the spaceship to the alien colony and naturally follow Fang Qingyun. There was no need to reveal the news now. If Purui had the ability to travel through time and space and quietly infected hell, Fang Qingyun would be in big trouble. His personal safety was not a problem, but he was afraid that other people in hell would get hurt.

"This ability is truly amazing," the hammer exclaimed in the plastic bag. Although it had the miraculous ability to use a small hammer to hammer raw materials into finished products, it was still dumbfounded by such unreasonable modifications like "I'm thinking".

It can use the wings of the Ouija board and some twigs to make a magic wand, but this does not mean that it can use some screws, iron rods and the like to transform it into a staff that can summon an iron giant. This kind of "industrial magic" that combines magic and industry is like the illegitimate child of magic and technology. It should not exist legally, but it can work in reality.

“Maybe cooking skills can also improve in this way.” The frying pan jumped out of Fang Qingyun’s plastic bag. It stared at Ju’er who was fiddling with the spear with its eyes that might not exist. It sighed like an old man looking back at the past: “They have grown up so much now… It really happened in the blink of an eye. Mr. Zhang, what do you think?”

"How can I watch? I'll sit and watch." Tiechui also poked his head out of the plastic bag and snorted in disdain at the frying pan's question: "We are the same person. I know what you are thinking, and you know what I am thinking. Lao Zhang, do you have to talk so much nonsense?"

"Isn't this because I'm not used to it?" The frying pan shook its head, and the shaking frying pan hit the tablet held by Fang Qingyun, making a clanging sound. "You said that we have been fighting wits and courage for half a lifetime, and I thought I had found my best friend, but in the end I found out that we are the same person... Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Fang Qingyun opened his eyes wide when he heard the secret. Ju'er next to him was obviously not far away, but there seemed to be a soundproof barrier isolating her. She was still fiddling with those new gadgets with Fang Qingyun on her back, but she put back the original spear, and with Professor Mushroom's consent, she started fiddling with a submachine gun next to her that looked like UZI.

"I was wondering why we have such similar interests and hobbies," Pan kept chattering, "We both like fishing, and our personalities match. We feel like we met too late. If we had known each other before the disaster, we would have become sworn brothers. But now, we are one person, except that our memories have been erased, and what we have learned has been divided..."

"Stop talking about those useless things," Tiechui interrupted Pingpan's statement, "We are both the old Zhang with missing teeth. From now on, don't call each other Old Zhang or Old Zhang. Just call each other Zhang. Hey, when the time comes, we can learn from those young people and have split personality or something. It can be regarded as following the trend of the times."

Fang Qingyun probably understood. He only knew one toothless Old Zhang, and that was Ju'er and Ximi's cooking teacher, the fisherman who had made shrimp fried buns to make the police turn a blind eye. This also explained why these two guys felt familiar with Ju'er and Ximi's recipes.

Because that's the recipe they created, and Ju'er and Ximi took it further and explored it further.

"Tell me, should we go back into that skeleton's body?" Pan asked Tiechui this question. Strictly speaking, they are the other side of Lao Zhang. If they return to Lao Zhang, they will probably lose all their memories and their current selves.

"Why are you asking that? Just take it one step at a time." Tiechui was very open-minded: "Are you not clear about our own thinking circuits? When you think this way, it means that Lao Zhang also thinks this way. He may feel the same as you, that instead of letting his knowledge return, it is better to gain two friends with the same temper. I am curious about another thing."

"That's quite right..." Pan was a little shy at this time: "By the way, what are you curious about?"

"How did I become like this?" The iron hammer knocked against the pan, making a crisp sound of steel colliding. "That girl Ximi doesn't know necromancy, right? She used a spell to pull me out, and then I attached myself to the tool that Lao Zhang often used, and became what I am now."

...This is really possible, Fang Qingyun nodded. There were too many unexpected events in Ximi's necromancy. These accidents had to be said to have had good effects. At least they prevented Ximi from doing something irreparable.

"Tell me, Lao Zhang, if we talk about seniority, shouldn't Ximi call us...uncle?" Tiechui went off the topic.

"Hey, now she has two more uncles," the frying pan laughed.

"Then you are her second uncle." All the preparations made by Tiechui before were for this sentence.

"I'll go to hell with you." Ping Pan gave Tiechui a look and cursed him like a supporting actor.

Chapter 220: The power itself is not heavy, what is heavy is its master!

Not far away, Ximi came quickly holding a lightsaber. After killing all the monsters in the Ashan Back Mountain Biological Breeding Institute, she successfully arrived at the Ashan Tunnel Gas Station.

As soon as she arrived at the gas station, she saw two people marveling in front of an intact electric tricycle. Ju'er had never expected that a tricycle that was so rotten that it could only be recycled could actually be used again after being coated with glue. Fang Qingyun next to them became even more interested in this magical recovery potion.

After all, how does this bottle of glue define a good state when it repairs a machine to "good condition"? Is it based on personal cognition, or is it based on the original existence of things? If it is based on personal cognition, then if it is applied to a semi-finished vehicle, will it turn the vehicle directly into a finished product? If it is in the existing form, can it work on those flesh and blood machines in hell?

Fang Qingyun walked around the vehicle twice, patting here and knocking there, inspecting the condition of the tricycle's repair. Big Vine had already gotten on the vehicle, and this time it pushed Thornba to the back seat without hesitation to prevent the speeding gang from doing anything to its beloved little car.

"...Ju'er!" Ximi saw Ju'er who looked just like when he was alive. The thousands of words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat, and in the end he could only utter the affectionate "Ju'er". Ju'er turned her head when she heard the voice, and saw Ximi's unprecedented nostalgia, sadness, and fear of losing. She stretched out her hands without hesitation, waiting for Ximi to hug her, but she still reluctantly kept the same expression as before: "...I'll just play with you this time."

Ximi threw the lightsaber casually. The lightsaber condensed by magic dissipated at high speed after leaving her palm. After making sure that there was no sharp object on her body that could accidentally stab Juer, Ximi took two steps back and rushed into Juer's arms at her fastest speed. The two ghosts rolled into a ball, and the playful look on their faces made Fang Qingyun unconsciously look up from his work of checking the vehicle with a smile on his face.

"Okay, okay, how long are you going to stay that blue?" Ju'er took Ximi, who was hugging her like a Husky, off her body and unconsciously returned to the mode of getting along with Ximi in the past: "Stop messing around, Ximi, change the color back to normal."

"Do you think this is nonsense?" Ximi showed a pitiful expression, which made people want to protect her, just like a wounded little rabbit, which made Juer soften her heart unconsciously.

Fang Qingyun, who had been with Ximi for quite a while, noticed a little playfulness behind Ximi, and wondered what bad things she was up to. Perhaps this devilish mentality was developed by her after the end of the world, so that Ju'er, who had theoretically been with her for a longer time, was easily controlled by her.

Realizing that what she said seemed to be too extreme, Ju'er hurriedly waved her hands: "Ximi, that's not what I meant, I..." She bit her lip, not knowing how to apologize, so she clumsily did something that surprised everyone around her: she painted her color green instead of flesh-colored like when she was alive. This color made her look like an overly bright green fluorescent stick, causing Fang Qingyun to squint unconsciously.

"Ah, your King of the Forest, my boss has been deceived by the hateful Necromancer." The big vine described the scene without any intonation. Although theoretically, the King of the Forest and the Necromancer should be in a state of hostility, it had no fighting mentality towards Ximi. Now that the two sides have reconciled, it has even less dissatisfaction with just doing its job.

The thorn sitting in the back seat was obviously an absolute fan of the King of the Forest. He sang in a hymn-like tone: "Ah (emotional inflection)! The King of the Forest is so tolerant. This is why all the plants love her so much. She is willing to forgive the unforgivable necromancer..."

She really, I'm crying, isn't she? Fang Qingyun tightened his lips, trying his best not to laugh. Ju'er is a silly type, and when she meets a little devil like Ximi, she is completely controlled.

“Haha, so easy to fool.” Ximi’s expression returned to its original state, as if she had caught something incredible. She pulled out a camera from her “soul” and started taking pictures with this superficial camera, while making a weird laughter like a nympho: “This is really a rare scene… hehehehehe”

Ju'er blushed suddenly, knowing that she was fooled by Ximi, but she could do nothing about Ximi's teasing. She quickly changed her color from the bright green back to the original tone. She didn't know whether she was talking to others or herself: "Okay, stop it, we still have monsters to deal with."

"My magic power is not a problem now. How about we take care of the monster in front together?" Ximi took the initiative to turn around in front of Ju'er. Now her skin would unconsciously attract some free dust-like objects around her: "As long as my mentality is in a positive state, I don't have to worry about the problem of magic power, but if you change your mind and don't go with me... I will be depressed again."

Listening to Ximi's half-threatening and half-coquettish words, Ju'er had no way to deal with her: "But once the star gate is opened, even if it is only opened for five seconds, it will cause irreparable damage to the underground city... Are you ready to destroy it all with your own hands?"

Ju'er was not like before, blushing at the slightest provocation. At this moment, she was more serious than ever, with a little guilt and tenderness towards Ximi: "If you are ready... then I am ready too."

It is not easy for Juer to give up all this, it is even quite cruel. She personally transformed the entire dungeon into its current state. Even if we don't consider the issues of ethics and empathy, Juer's act of giving up is tantamount to deleting the save file of the management game that she had finally broken through. After all the hard work, she has to destroy everything with her own hands. This is like another problem of a mother and wife falling into the river.

"..." Ximi was silent. She looked at Ju'er's reluctant but forced relief expression, and showed her energetic smile. She clenched her right fist and smashed it on the palm of her left hand: "It doesn't matter. We can try another method. Time is the most useless thing for the undead anyway. Even if it takes a thousand years, we can definitely find a way to have the best of both worlds."

"But we don't have time anymore..." Ju'er looked in the direction they came from with lingering fear. There were still a lot of monsters dancing there. "If we can't leave quickly, even we will find it difficult to keep ourselves from being corrupted... It would be great if the star gate could be big enough for the whole world to enter at once..."

"I have an idea." Ximi snapped his fingers to cheer up Ju'er: "If there is such a star gate, where do you think it is most likely to be?"

"...The only possibility that can gather so much manpower and resources is the coalition government." Ju Er touched his chin: "The coalition government's office is on the bottom floor."

"There is no time to waste now." Ximi clapped his hands and set the main tone of the plan: "Let the apprentice explore the lower level. If we can find the secret facilities of the United Government, then we will use that road to take all the creatures in the entire underground city with us. If there is really no other way, then we will escape through the star gate."

Ju Er showed her familiar dragon fire sword, and the pose she made reminded people of a line: Templar, show your light blade. She skillfully made a sword flower, and the high temperature dragon fire blackened a piece of the ground: "Then let Ximi and I take care of the monsters in front. Apprentice, you should quickly go to the lower level and try not to kill those plant people and fruit people. I will also give you the map for the rest of the day, follow the instructions on the map"

"Let me take care of this when the time comes." Ximi condensed his lightsaber, eager to try: "When the time comes, let Zhiwei, Da Tengman and the others take the vegetative people to the lower level for refuge. We will do our best to cover their retreat, and clearing the way will be left to you, apprentice."

Fang Qingyun nodded and typed a line of words on the tablet: "Leave it to me"

The three of them stepped into the tunnel covered with flesh and blood together. The tunnel looked like a hell on earth. It was even more disgusting than the previous blood and flesh cysts. If the scenes they encountered before were aggregates and deformed bodies of various animals, then now there were monsters made up of various human limbs.

The ground was covered with sticky flesh and blood like a fungal blanket. A tree trunk in the shape of a human spine was deeply embedded in the fungal blanket. Thick flesh and blood tentacles were spread on the surface like outstretched roots. Incomplete, split and glued human faces were spread on the tree like tree tumors. Twisted arms and thighs extended from the trunk like branches, and various animals that had been sucked dry hung down from them like fruits.

The densely packed eyes were like leaves on a tree, blinking and fluttering, which made Fang Qingyun, a person who had never had trypophobia, unconsciously get goose bumps on the back of his head. The numbness spread from his neck to the top of his head. This fear, as if it was gripping his heart, made Fang Qingyun feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

Damn it, I must pay close attention to the style of Hell when I go back. If Hell becomes like R21 in the future, I guess he himself won’t be able to stand it.

Under the human head tree, there was a rotting banana. On the wrinkled skin, a bright red, withered hand was pinching the upper half of its face. The rotten, smelly pulp was flowing out of its peel, making people unconsciously stay away: "I have to thank you, Mr. Zombie"

Fang Qingyun raised his eyebrows and waited for Banana's next words.

"If you hadn't disturbed the mind of the Forest King, I wouldn't have been able to sneak into the laboratory with my ability." The fanaticism on its face made Ju'er look unfriendly: "I have released His holy blood from the glass cage, and I will prove the meaning of my existence"

A creepy smile appeared on its face, and its eyes bulged out of their sockets like dead fish: "Please guide me to the land of salvation, loving, supreme, almighty Holy Father, Lord Purui!"

As it chanted, a skinned arm grabbed it and crushed it completely to the sound of its happiness. This action seemed to turn on a switch. A skinned chimera made of various human bodies and flesh "stood up" from the flesh floor covered with sharp teeth. The distorted face with exposed muscles roared loudly: "Cut me, cut me, cut me!"

Ximi easily blocked the chimera's physical impact and shouted to Fang Qingyun: "Apprentice, leave first, we can handle it."

Juer jumped high and slashed down with the dragon fire sword in his hand: "I can deal with this kind of thing by myself."

Fang Qingyun stopped wasting time and effort and simply nodded and rushed towards the exit.

Chapter 221: The best way to save the world is to destroy him

The banana did not stop Fang Qingyun's plan. The wall, which seemed to be made of flesh and blood and covered with various animal teeth and sharp bones, did not even show any intention of falling down to block his way. Fang Qingyun easily passed through the imaginary gate and avoided the teeth on the wall that were opening and closing to bite him like a nimble flying insect.

After coming out of the flesh and blood tunnel, the whole world seemed to be a lot fresher. Unlike the inside of the tunnel where red dominated the scene, outside the tunnel it was like arriving at a fluorescent mushroom forest, with blue light everywhere. This area did not need any lights to maintain good lighting.

An asphalt road had been opened up in this mushroom forest, and standard white lines were painted on it for various types of traffic, although luxuries such as vehicles were rarely available in such a place.

But soon, a discovery slapped Fang Qingyun in the face. There was a blue freight truck parked beside the road. On the truck was a huge culture tank. In the culture tank were those mushroom people who rarely showed expressions of fear. Fang Qingyun thought that these mushroom people would only show that kind of obscene expression and spray spores.

This time the move seemed to be more thorough, as the tablet used to record the contents of the culture tank was also moved over. Fang Qingyun climbed onto the vehicle and began to flip through the records on the tablet without any hesitation.

The tablet recorded a video, which looked like a VLOG. The person who filmed it was a man with three vertical scars on his eyes. Unlike his tough-looking face, the man's voice was quite witty and humorous.

"Is this camera working properly?" Along with the sound of adjusting the machinery and twisting the lens, Fang Qingyun heard the sound of someone adjusting the camera position. The man seemed to be adjusting his camera. Only after the camera image became clear did he pat his face to cheer himself up.

"Hey, hey, hey, good morning everyone. May everything go well and be auspicious. Welcome to Axiang's channel. I am the host, Axiang." Axiang spoke his opening remarks in a tone like a jingle. There was a noose behind him. The simple room was full of electronic waste. It seemed that he had found a usable device among these electronic wastes.

"Today is December 20th of the first year of the Dark Ages, which is one month after the disaster. Everyone I know is dead. I think no matter how hard I try to make my videos, no one will subscribe to me anymore." Ah Xiang looks quite optimistic. You can't tell from his expression that he is that sad. "I just cremated my parents and brother last week. If I don't find something to do, I'm afraid I'll hang myself."

As for the hanging noose next to Axiang, if he couldn't find any way to vent his anger, he would probably use that thing to end his life.

"But this is not just for my own self-satisfaction and comfort. What if aliens come to this planet in the future?" Ah Xiang continued to introduce, using the tone of the Night City host's opening remarks: "So, my alien audience, welcome to the dungeon. The number of deaths in the past month was 99.99%. The rest of the people are not doing well either. The pain and despair will make them suffer a lot. There have been more than 04 cases of those who have not been infected and choose to redeem themselves in the past two days. Therefore, after careful research, our host has found a good solution to C-."

It seems that he should be a researcher, otherwise he would not know the code name of C-04. Maybe he was the lucky one who escaped, but now his bones are probably all melted, right?

"Clang clang clang" accompanied by a sound effect like a blue robot taking out some props, Ah Xiang showed a needle in his hand: "Parasitic Monster Cocktail! As you can see, I am a biological researcher, and naturally I know what kind of difficult things the government has stored in the biological storage center, such as this zombie fungus."

Ah Xiang lined up a pile of documents with photos of infected people on them. "It can transform human cells into a form suitable for fungal reproduction. The one next to it is codenamed 'Shining Black Oil', which can transform humans into silicon-based creatures..."

Fang Qingyun looked at the photos posted in the document... He always felt that the shape of those silicon-based creatures was very similar to that of Necrons. It would be great if the shape of their teeth could be changed.

"So, you understand, don't you?" Ah Xiang revealed the true identity of his panacea: "As long as you beat these difficult things into juice and pour it on the monsters of C-04, the cells of the infected will explode into slag in the internal fighting. How about it, isn't it very effective?"

Okay, your way of dealing with it is to raise poisonous insects, right? If one of them really survives to the end, then this new type of parasitic monster will probably completely destroy the world... Although I also want to study these things, it seems that the manpower at home is too busy. Do you want to find some scientists in the next world?

"Okay, this issue's C biological research has come to an end. In the next issue, I will take you to the district office of the government to dig out the government's hidden secrets. I hope I won't be killed by something during the research process. I hope everyone is happy every day. Don't forget to give me three likes. Bye." A Xiang waved his hand, and the video came to an end.

Fang Qingyun put the tablet back, got out of the car and continued walking along the road. In front of him was the Ashan Biological Research Institute. The environment here was a little different from the previous mushroom forest. Ivy and morning glory grew around the door frame, making this area full of natural breath. Although zombies did not need oxygen, Fang Qingyun still habitually took a deep breath.

Walking into the Biological Research Institute, Fang Qingyun found the backup plan prepared by Juer, a barbecue grill big enough for a person to lie on, and lying next to it was his old acquaintance, Wangcai.

At this moment, the forest dragon Wangcai seemed to be asleep, but his big tail was still swaying behind him. This seemed to be Juer's home. The surroundings were decorated with a sense of life. Fang Qingyun walked around twice and found an indoor plantation and farmed fish.

Perhaps it was because he smelled a familiar smell that Wangcai woke up. He wagged his big tail and scratched his forehead with his hind paws. After seeing Fang Qingyun, he was like seeing a family member. He spat out the rough wooden plate that Fang Qingyun had carved from his mouth, but the wooden plate had been polished smooth by his tongue, and the edges of the bottom of the bowl used to support it had been licked smooth.

Fang Qingyun first took out the crispy frog legs he had prepared earlier to fill Wangcai's stomach. After touching Wangcai's smooth neck and enjoying the pleasure of stroking the dragon, he took this opportunity to use Juer's kitchen to prepare a good meal. He had collected a lot of ingredients before and had not processed them, so now he could take this opportunity to finish them all.

More than ten dishes were prepared at one time, comparable to a small-scale Manchu-Han banquet. The vegetarian dishes included honey guava pickled with honey, the meat dishes included iron beef steak, iron beef stewed with potatoes, and mutton risotto, the drinks included Tianshan Blood Lotus honey tea and royal jelly, and the snacks included roasted butterfly fairy larvae. All of these things were hard dishes, and any one of them was enough to fill an ordinary person.

Fang Qingyun and Wangcai tasted his cooking together, and soon tried several dishes and two drinks. Wangcai also ate happily. The intimacy in his eyes made Fang Qingyun doubt whether he could trick Wangcai away...

So he really did it. After feeding Wangcai some food, Fang Qingyun took out his tablet, showed Wangcai the photo of Juer, Ximi and himself, and typed, "Juer asked you to come with me."

Wangcai had no doubts at all. He chewed another crispy frog leg, wiped his mouth, and decided to follow Fang Qingyun.

It's not that Fang Qingyun wants to kidnap the baby dragon. It's purely out of rational considerations. On the one hand, Wangcai's fighting ability is not high in the strict sense. He does not have enough self-defense ability like Ximi and Juer when facing C-04. If Wangcai dies, Juer will definitely be very sad. On the other hand, the rule of the Forest King should not have collapsed yet. Wangcai is still the number one thug under the Forest King. With Wangcai, he will naturally be able to move freely in the Forest King's ruling area.

In Juer's office, there were a lot of notes cut from newspapers, connected with pins and strings like a clue area for criminal investigation. Based on these clues, it was not difficult to conclude that the government seemed to be hiding the specific information about the Star Gate, but admitted the existence of the Star Gate. This dilemma revealed two possibilities: one was that the Star Gate did not exist at all, but was just a cover to appease public anger, and the other possibility was a bit more conspiracy-theoretic... that is, the government did intend to leave through the Star Gate, but did not intend to take the people with it...

After leaving a note on the table asking Wangcai to go with him, Fang Qingyun left Juer's house, leaving behind a pile of unwashed bowls.

According to the map left by Juer, the forest king's ruling area has several layers. The first Yongcui City he came into contact with is a fortress, and the next Ashan District is like the throne area. The next place he is going to is the residential area under the rule of the forest king.

Taking the tall Wangcai into the elevator to the lower level, Fang Qingyun touched his chin and thought about his own approach. Now Tian Tong had been forced to jump off the train and his life or death was unknown, so the plants should not turn into a huge rebellion under the command of that ambitious man. Then how to convince these plants to flee would become a huge difficulty.

Even the king of the forest can't do it, let alone him?

After the elevator door opened and Fang Qingyun walked out after thinking about his words, he saw the ice cream cone with a broken corner giving a speech at a high podium, while the vegetable people and fruit people below were holding weapons and getting excited.

This is bad.