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

"How much ingredients do you think a chef would consume in a year if he only cooked for his own people?" Fang Qingyun typed, "I tell you, even if you cook more than 20 dishes for three meals a day, enough to make a person die of bloating, the consumption in a year would not be equal to the weight of a ripe durian. Do you know what this means? You and he each take turns to hand in the ripe fruits for a year without threatening their lives until the end of the world!"

Who made the fruits in this world only two people tall? All the plants here ripen once a year. A large-sized thing like durian, after a year of maturity, will automatically turn into new buds, and can produce at least a tank-weight of flesh, which is enough for Ximi to cook non-stop and vomit at the sight of a boiler.

This statement was obviously very convincing. Perhaps it was because Ju'er had exploited these plants too harshly before, and the plants were all in disbelief after hearing this answer, because this treatment was really too generous. Seeing that there were still plants hesitating, Fang Qingyun added: "Can you think of other ways that the necromancer can use plants? She just simply likes to cook, and has no other requests."

The problem was solved, and all the plants happily fell into a second frenzy. The pineapple happily raised the hammer: "I will never stop until this hammer knocks down all the monsters." The corn and tomatoes next to it also raised their weapons. The whole cheering scene looked like a peasant riot, with raised farm tools everywhere.

The spear of the corn is actually a straightened pitchfork, the axe of the tomato is actually a woodcutting axe, and the longbow of the broccoli longbowman is actually a hunter's hunting bow.

Fang Qingyun took a look at the current fanatical atmosphere and finally decided to pour cold water on these plants. After all, in the original work, there was also a "I will form the head" type of vegetable and fruit giant to help Ximi at the end, but this vegetable and fruit giant ultimately failed to complete the feat of self-destruction and was easily disintegrated by Purui.

If these plants get too excited and rush into the C-04 group, they might just deliver materials to Pu Cui. Fang Qingyun doesn't want these hot-blooded valuable laborers to form a militia and sacrifice themselves all at once, and then call this behavior that increases Fang Qingyun's pressure a "great sacrifice." It's not that these plants are incapable of doing things that raise blood pressure.

"Those monsters are not so easy to deal with. Every fallen plant warrior will become their food. Fortunately, the powerful necromancer will catch up and take charge of the rear." Fang Qingyun typed: "Plants who want to help, please use archers to stick to the opponents, and the remaining plants will be responsible for notifying other plants to join the team. I will be responsible for clearing the way."

The plants, knowing how powerful the Necromancer was, felt relieved and started to work on their own affairs in an orderly manner. Fang Qingyun observed the operation of this plant society and sighed. Although these plants were not mentally mature, once they determined their goals, they would operate in the most efficient way. Without goals, they would be a mess, but with goals, they would become the embodiment of the power of the entire forest.

Fang Qingyun still didn't know why he won this "debate". A considerable part of it was due to the good deeds he had done before. He had never touched any plants, but instead hunted all kinds of monsters. This kind of "chivalrous" good deed, coupled with the aura of the forest god that unconsciously emanated from his body, made all the plants unconsciously believe in him.

Fang Qingyun saw various plants collecting items, most of which were their favorite pieces of stone or a handful of soil. They packed them up and gave them to the largest durian to carry on its back. The fastest corn rushed to the front of the wandering team, dismantling various traps and transporting them with its high mobility. After meeting up with Ximi, it was deployed to the rear.

The tomato, holding the axe, cut down the unevolved trees around it, processed the planks into vehicles, and carried the old, weak and sick forward. The broccoli, holding the hunting bow, became a spy in the rear, cooperating with the corn's trap to prepare an ambush on the C-04 monster. The rice swordsman, the pea and the remaining watermelons formed a team, responsible for notifying all the plants and guiding the direction of progress.

Looking at this bustling scene that was as busy as a construction site, Fang Qingyun's only headache now was the matter of Ximi and Juer. He hoped that they would not fight with the plants in the rear without knowing it.

Oh yes, there is also the matter of how to deal with Ice Cream Cone. After Fang Qingyun did all that, he took Ice Cream Cone to a secluded place and let Ice Cream Cone pass away peacefully without any pain. Although Fang Qingyun also wanted to torture this ambitious man, he finally chose to give up. Torture would bring pain. If Ice Cream Cone became a demon in front of Fang Qingyun and became Pu Cui's subordinate because of the pain, then Fang Qingyun would end up losing more than he gained. It would be better to get rid of it in the simplest way.

But after Fang Qingyun finished the work, anyone who went to that corner would never find the ice cream cone. They would only find a small pile of slightly darker sand in an inconspicuous corner.

Meanwhile on the other side.

"So, how long will we have to drive? Ximi?" Zhiwei held the steering wheel, driving this modified heavy-duty truck. There was an extra fully packed compartment hung behind the front end of the RV, making the operation of the truck a big problem. If Zhiwei had not been an experienced driver during his lifetime, he probably would not be able to operate this big thing at this moment.

"We'll be there in a little while." Ximi manipulated the magic, stretched out two bony hands from the void, and held the cards carefully. Under Ximi's control, the turbulence of magic emanated from the bottom of the bony hands like smoke. Only Ximi had such magical skills, able to use lethal spells while being able to control the magic power stably so that the cards would not be destroyed by magic.

It was not easy to do all this in the crowded carriage, with all kinds of large and small bags hanging everywhere, and a huge culture tank at the back. In order to save space, Ximi even stuffed some smaller monsters into the bag, such as the small backpack that was hanging upside down, with eight furry legs stretched out and still struggling.

"You said that before..." Zhiwei sighed, and with a bit of oppressive anger, he "roared": "Why should I drive in the front while you can play cards in the back?"

"Because the tablet can't connect to the Internet." Ju'er stupidly misunderstood the point that Zhiwei wanted to express. She tapped the tablet next to her and showed the wireless network interface with no signal on it: "Otherwise, we can just play games online."

"You guys still want to play games?" After hearing Ju'er's answer, Zhiwei became even more angry: "I'm not the only one who can drive, why do I have to wear this armor, sit in this small cab, and drive with my fingers on the steering wheel? I also want to drink beverages, and I also want to play games!"

Khamur was just like he was in his lifetime. He watched from the side with a drink in his hand, occasionally pouring a little on his head to let his dry skull experience the illusory feeling of drinking. He shook his cup, holding the handrail with one hand to keep steady in this RV-like truck: "Maybe... you are the only one who has a truck driver's license?"

Ju'er looked at the cards in her hand and pondered. Her dragon fire condensed into a large hand that held a few cards tightly. She looked at the scattered cards, trying to find a king from among them: "This card is too bad!"

Ju'er said angrily: "Who shuffled the cards? I've played so many games, but I've never seen a card bigger than the King..."

Yating was holding a bad hand of cards and was lost in thought. She turned her head to look at the big vine next to her, which was holding the cards with vines crookedly and barely needed the help of thorns. She smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe this is the so-called novice protection period?"

There was no expression on Big Vine's scarred face, and it seemed to always maintain this cool and unapproachable look, but the guys who had gotten to know it well soon recognized the sultry heart beneath the mask. Now it was Big Vine that pushed Ximi away with a big card and took the initiative. It hesitated for a moment, used the vine to draw a few cards from its hand, and slapped them randomly on the board.

"Three twos with two sharps? You just leave such a big card empty?" Ximi was stunned and watched the big vine throw out the last big and small jokers: "No more, no more, there are dogs here"

The big vine looked around, rolled up a small snack next to it with its vine, and stuffed it into its mouth calmly: "What a sweet victory!"

Ju'er looked at the dessert indignantly, turned her head and forced a disdainful expression, but her eyes never left: "I don't care about it."

Chapter 226, vivid and abstract, comparable to the colorful black

"This is our former dormitory leader." After the skeletons and Ximi looked at each other, they burst into laughter. Even Zhiwei, who was unable to turn his head, slapped his steering wheel while laughing loudly, and almost slapped the steering wheel into the dashboard.

"Why are you laughing?" The feeling of being excluded by everyone was not pleasant. Juer could feel that her friends were laughing at her, but she couldn't find anything funny. She could only look at them clapping their thighs in confusion.

"Yes, yes, that's the expression." Ximi manipulated the magic power skillfully, briefly changing his face into that of Ju'er, and then made a grimace that looked very similar to Ju'er. Because of this brief interlude, the laughter of several skeletons became even more rampant, almost making people wonder if they would have laughed to the point of suffocation if the undead did not need to breathe.

In the laughter, Ximi's self was satisfied and relaxed, and her magic power began to recover rapidly. The magic power also gathered in her body at a high speed like water poured into a pool. Seeing that Ju'er's expression began to be unfriendly, Ximi quickly changed her face back and patted Ju'er on the shoulder: "Isn't it that although everyone has changed into different shapes, they still look the same after meeting each other?"

The skeletons looked at each other, at the ribs they could count, and were speechless for a moment.

"Although we have changed our forms, we are all alive, right?" Ximi did not dwell on the past, but returned to his original energetic state: "And we have found a super reliable apprentice. As long as we reach the Star Gate, we can escape!"

Ju'er had a complicated look in her eyes. Ximi's geographical location at the beginning determined that it was not as easy for her to get in touch with the news of Star Gate as Ju'er did. The more she investigated, the more she felt that Star Gate was more like a pie in the sky and a huge scam from the beginning.

Seeing Ju'er's eyes, Ximi smiled slightly. Is it important that the Star Gate is a scam? When the C-04 biological amplification infection occurs, it means that this underground city is destined to become a dead place, so the Star Gate is the last hope. Is it really necessary to consider the Star Gate?

It must be true, so that everyone can escape happily and reach the alien colony through the star gate to start a new life; if it is false and not told, everyone can escape happily and then face the broken star gate with laughter and say GG.

So even if the star gate is fake, the process of looking for it is also an important experience. If you have to look for the star gate with a deep hatred and hope that there may be no hope, you will not feel good even if you find it in the end. It is better to go with the attitude that it must happen. At worst, we can all die together.

"...Although I really don't want to interrupt you, Ximi, I still feel the need to emphasize this." Zhiwei, who was driving, braked suddenly, and several skeletons rolled into a ball in the small space. Ximi, who had no entity, also symbolically pinched his face to be squeezed, pretending to be dizzy from the collision: "But it seems that there is a checkpoint ahead."

"What?" Ju'er, who was not playing with Ximi, stuck his head out of the window. On both sides of the road, there appeared a bunch of Viet Cong - I mean broccoli. Their color made them well hidden in the flower beds on both sides of the road. If it weren't for the red ribbons tied on their heads, Ju'er might not have been able to find them at such a close distance.

Why is it called a level? Because this area is filled with speed bumps made of spikes and shells from various monsters. Although this large RV can fly, if you want to force your way through it, you will probably be shot into a hedgehog by the hunting bow in Broccoli's hand.

Of course, this wasn't the reason why Ju'er didn't act rashly. The main reason was that she also helped clean up. If the culture tank was affected by the arrows, it would have to be broken and the monsters would have to be locked up again. This would be much more troublesome than cleaning up the ambushed broccoli...

Modern people are able to hunt tigers and leopards through some means, but this does not mean that they don’t have to be careful when giving cats a bath.

"What should we do? Break in by force?" Zhiwei asked Ximi for her opinion. Ximi stopped playing around and passed through the roof of the car. She poked her head out from the flat roof like a model. Khamur and Yating also came to Zhiwei and looked through the windshield at the neatly armed plant army blocking the road in front of them.

"...Is it because we kidnapped that guy?" Yating's words were a little bit hollow. When they wanted to escape, they had to be prepared to leave the star gate, so they took everything with them, leaving samples and a male and a female for each monster. By the way, they also knocked out Professor Mushroom who was clamoring to do research, tied him up and stuffed him in the trunk...

"That shouldn't be the case..." Khamur touched his chin and shook the drink cup in his hand habitually, pouring the drink from the top of his head. Some of the drink splashed on Yating's blue cloak. "Ah, sorry, I was thinking, were those plants so disciplined before?"

Ju'er's attention was focused on another level: "By the way... are plants evolving so fast? I always thought they were very small..."

She got surprised looks from others when she said this, which made Ju'er's voice get smaller and smaller. Ximi realized something and slapped her forehead: "I was wondering why those plants wanted to overthrow you... It turns out you don't even know what they have become. Do you know? Because of your tyranny, they are joining forces with the apprentices to overthrow you."

Speechless by Juer's wise operation, Ximi spit out a mouthful of "blood" in a proper manner. Zhiwei next to him jumped up as if he was pricked by a needle, and his horn helmet knocked out two horn-shaped skylights on the roof of the car: "Don't spit in the car, it's disgusting!"

Ximi waved her hand and dispersed the "blood" that was originally a product of magic: "Don't be so disgusted with me, this is just fake. So, Ju'er, what are you busy with? You can't even figure out the development and scale of these plants?"

"I... I'm busy repairing the lights," Ju'er stammered. She was so busy during that time, just like a construction simulation player pulling wires everywhere. In order to repair the lights, she taught herself the electrician skills she had passed the previous process assessment. She was so busy that she almost fainted. How could she have time to care about the plants?

"Ah..." Ximi was too helpless to complain about this silly bestie. She patted her not-so-full breasts and used magic to highlight them: "It seems that you can't do it without me, but don't be afraid from now on, because I'm here"

"...So what should we do? The leader Corn is coming with a piece of paper." Zhiwei was not interested in such a farce. He just wanted to reach the destination quickly, stretch his stiff body, and even better, eat the fried food he used to eat... Although as a skeleton, he couldn't do that.

Still wanting flesh to taste food, Zhiwei put his hands on the steering wheel, sat back, and stretched his legs as much as possible as they had not moved for a long time. Although he had no flesh, he still had a virtual feeling of numbness.

Yumi walked to the side of the car with a pitchfork in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, and knocked on the window like a traffic policeman. Two rice swordsmen holding sickles like auxiliary police followed him and said, "Open the window and accept inspection."

"What should we do? Should we just break in?" Yating looked at Ximi. This action made Zhiwei turn his head. He didn't expect that his girlfriend would be led astray by Ximi. Her first reaction after encountering something was to start a fight?

Ximi rolled her eyes and said, "I have no objection, but if the culture tank is broken by those greedy broccoli, you will be responsible for putting those monsters back."

Yating turned her head and looked at Zhiwei. Zhiwei was her boyfriend, so he would definitely help her... And Zhiwei's response was simple. He rolled down the window and stretched out his hands to show that he had no weapons. He selectively ignored Yating's pitiful and cute look: "That... Traffic police comrade, we are all one family."

After seeing Zhiwei's face, Yumi looked down at the note in his hand, put down the pitchfork, and chose to hold the pitchfork in a twisted way and knocked on the car door: "You can let us go, but we need to count the number of people."

Yumi lowered his head and looked at the paper for a long time, but he couldn't understand what was written on it. He could only frown and repeatedly lower his head and raise his head, while smacking his lips, as if trying to figure out what it meant.

"What's written on it? Can I take a look?" Zhiwei was very careful. He didn't want the broccoli next to him to shoot explosive arrows because of his overly rough movements. That would undoubtedly add nearly three days of workload to him. This forced him to be careful as he didn't want to work overtime.

Yumi handed the note over calmly and explained: "Anyway, the people who can talk now are all our own people. The main thing is to see if there are any cultists or infections."

Zhiwei looked at the note and fell into deep thought, not knowing what to say. Ximi shouted "Let me see" and snatched the note from Zhiwei's hand. The rest of the people gathered around Ximi and looked at the thing together.

What is written on this piece of paper is quite...abstract. Perhaps in order to make it understandable to these illiterate plants, the comic strip is divided into two lines.

The part marked with a check in the upper layer has three skulls drawn on it, and two stick figures are randomly drawn in blue and green, with two hats drawn on top of the stick figures' heads. As for the part marked with a cross in the lower layer, it is all kinds of weird and messy flesh-red lumps painted with a pen, and there are also a lot of evil-looking teeth and mouths drawn on it.

Khamur, who was the quickest thinker, looked at the outfits of the group, exchanged glances with Ximi, and burst into laughter. Yating and Zhiwei, who were standing next to them, seemed to understand something and joined Ximi, leaving Juer in a daze.

Yating brought the note to Juer, pointed at the sketch on it and said, "The three skulls represent the three of us, and the blue one is Ximi..."

"...Why was I painted green?" Juer's frustrated voice echoed in the car.

Chapter 227: Girl's Last Journey

Everyone looked at Ju'er's outfit. Whether it was the green dragon fire or the chef's uniform with a green and white color scheme, it all proved why Ju'er was painted green. Moreover, when Ju'er was the king of the forest, he also particularly liked to dress himself in that dark green color.

It can only be said that Juer's dressing ability may be innate. If her green combination is not suitable, it will look particularly ugly. Now, with Juer's unconscious change, the bright green dragon fire and the dark green chef's uniform complement each other. She looks like an ordinary chef who can twist other people's heads off.

By the way, he also grew a pair of antlers.

Yumi took the notes from several people, compared them and nodded. From this angle, Ximi could see the corn kernels on Yumi's body that were as big as ping-pong balls, which made her eyes green as she had always wanted to cook.

If such large corn kernels are not cut after cooking, it may not be very friendly to the buttocks, especially when going to the toilet.

"Hold it, that's enough, your eyeballs are about to fall out." Ju'er nudged Ximi with her elbow. Ximi didn't even hide her desire to use him as a dish: "Hey! I'm warning you, don't really let your eyeballs fall out, it's disgusting."

"What?" Ximi curled her lips and gave up the idea of ​​really shaking her eyeballs out and using them as a bead plate. One can only say that she is worthy of being Ximi's good friend, as she guessed what Ximi wanted to do.

"It seems that the boss is right." Corn holding a pitchfork knocked on the car door: "Come down and check if there is any infection from the flesh and blood monsters. Check the men, and the women can go to the other side. There is no need to check the souls."

"Oh, I'm sure it's okay." Zhiwei opened the car door and struggled out of the small cab. He stretched his arms and legs, but before he could fully stretch them, he was pulled aside by several rice knifemen next to him for inspection. During the inspection, Zhiwei also made various ominous exclamations: "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay to check, but can you please stop scraping my pelvis with the sickle? It's itchy!"

Yating entered a secret room with a drawn curtain and was examined by a fruit whose gender she could not tell at all, but it was just a simple check and did not involve any privacy.

Ju'er and Ximi, who did not need to be examined, stood aside. When Zhiwei finished his examination and began to examine Khamur, Ju'er asked about Fang Qingyun: "So... who is your boss? Apart from the King of the Forest, I don't remember anyone who can mobilize such a large army of vegetative people."

"The King of the Forest?" Corn shook his head with disdain. "If you are talking about the King of the Forest who oppresses us, forces us to die and calls it glory, I think no plant would believe in him now. There is obviously not much time left, and every statue of the King of the Forest has been smashed to pieces."

Ju'er didn't feel sorry for the statue, but she thought she had done a good thing, but it seemed that the plants didn't appreciate it, which made her feel hurt: "Uh, is that so? That's really too much."

She echoed in a depressed mood, and then defended herself from her own perspective: "That is to say, is there a possibility? I'm just saying a possibility. The King of the Forest had too many things to deal with, and she had no idea that so many plants had gained their own selves, so she did something so unforgivable?"

Juer was busy repairing lights all day long, and struggling with the electrician's manual. He often had to check the pile of wires that was like a mountain of shit. The power grid was densely packed like hairs, and if he didn't sort it out one by one, he had no idea when the power would go out and when it would start again.

Juer spent most of her time on this. When she was alive, she could hold the mentality of not touching the power grid as long as it was working, but after death she had to be responsible for the plants, otherwise if the power grid suddenly failed somewhere, it would easily lead to large-scale plant deaths. But how easy is it to find where her wiring was wrong?

Anyway, when Juer was alive, there was once an electrical engineering experiment. Because the teacher's requirements were too strict and he got the teaching content wrong, he gave Juer the parts that were not required. As a result, the electrical engineering experiment in Juer's class lasted from 8 am to 2 pm, and they didn't even have lunch.

"Maybe." Yumi shrugged noncommittally. Anyway, now that the task is completed, it doesn't matter if he chats for a while. "But before the boss came, when the non-plant ice cream cone was president, it was a capital crime to defend the king of the forest like this. Several durians I know were hung on ropes as traps because they didn't turn this corner."

When Ju'er found a corner to draw circles because of being denied, Ximi seemed to catch the key words in Yumi's words, and intervened in the conversation between Ju'er and Yumi, and naturally asked the question: "So, after talking for so long, who is your boss?"

"Huh? You're the necromancer, didn't you know?" Yumi looked a little surprised: "The boss said that you were fighting a giant flesh monster, so he was asked to handle the affairs. He also said that you like cooking very much. Anyway, as long as you have a clear demand, it is better than the king of the forest who wants everything."

"That's indeed true." Ximi noticed from the corner of her eye that Ju'er, who was mentioned next to her, shrank back and seemed to have a big psychological trauma. But now was not the time to pay attention to Ju'er. The apprentice did not inform her in advance when he was doing it. If something was exposed, it might bring variables to the apprentice's plan. She had to think of a way to fool her.

Ximi now naturally thinks about things from Fang Qingyun's perspective. She doesn't know when she completely trusts Fang Qingyun. She thinks whatever Fang Qingyun wants to do is meaningful, and she spares no effort to promote these things. Maybe it's because I found all my friends back then? Ximi's eyes swept across the skeletons that had finished the inspection with a little warmth. She sighed, but smiled.

"Anyway, the boss is that zombie." Yumi did not doubt Ximi's absent-mindedness. Communication problems are very common. He gestured with a pitchfork, "That zombie said he wanted to learn cooking from you, and he also planned to take us to the star gate. We are the guerrillas who took the initiative to act as the rear guard and stick to the enemy."

Ximi raised an eyebrow and said bluntly: "He asked you to stay and sacrifice? This is not like his style. Could it be that he was faked by something?"

"What sacrifice?" There was obviously a problem in the communication between Yumi and Ximi. Ximi understood the rear guard as abandoned pawns, but Yumi obviously didn't think so: "We are the most elite. We all volunteered to stick to those monsters. This is an honor, not a meaningless death."

"That's right." Ximi nodded, feeling happy that she had not misjudged Fang Qingyun: "He is just that kind of person, avoiding sacrifice and making everything a good ending..."

"Well, you have completed the inspection, please leave." Yumi interrupted Ximi and made a gesture to let him go: "Please leave quickly and drive forward along the emergency lane. The main road is full of relocated plants and hunting teams. After you leave, we will set up a dragnet behind you and retreat while fighting."

"Let's go, Ju'er!" Ximi called Ju'er. Before getting in the car, she took off her chef's hat to these plants that she used to look down upon, as if to say hello: "Although I used to hate you, it seems that you are indeed intelligent creatures. Try to come back alive. It would be bad if no one eats my delicious dishes."

Yumi didn't answer, but waved his hand. Soon, a large number of various spikes and traps were set up. Ximi leaned against the window, propped up his head and looked at the scene outside the car window.

She saw many plants holding various weapons and hunting those huge monsters in groups. After the monsters were caught, they would be tied up with tough ropes, put on flatbed trucks, and transported away by durians.

"The apprentices are really trying to preserve human civilization." Juer looked at all this busy yet orderly happening and sighed with mixed emotions.

"Do you think he was just joking with you?" Ximi stuck his head out. A group of rice swordsmen were confronting a giant spider. After paying the price of a hapless child being stuck in the spider silk, the group of rice swordsmen rushed forward, put the spider into a wooden box that could only barely move its legs, and stuffed it into the durian cart next to it: "He has always been very serious about accepting other people's wishes, whether it's your wish or my wish..."

Ju'er did not answer. She was also observing everything on the road. For example, a tea spirit tried to escape. Soon, the tea spirit who hid in the weeds on both sides of the road was pulled out by Durian and returned to the cart under the threat of Tomato's felling axe.

"The closer you get, the more pressure I feel." Ximi felt her hands trembling. She held Ju'er's hand, but found that both of their hands were shaking. "What if the existence of the Star Gate is fake? How do you think we should face the kindness of the apprentice? He did everything, but lost everything, all because of our stubbornness."

"... Let's cook a meal, and then we can happily say GG after a good party." Ju'er sighed: "According to common sense, you should be the one to say this, not me."

"Maybe." Ximi said nonchalantly: "You know what? Generally speaking, the zombies we create don't have such high intelligence, nor such rich emotions... Maybe he is really a miracle."

"Don't be so conspiratorial." Ju'er felt like she was playing the role of Ximi in the past. She patted Ximi on the back and said half-jokingly, "Maybe when we are at our wit's end, the apprentice will suddenly pull out a spaceship and take us away with him?"

Chapter 228: The Girl is Getting Ready

Following the long migration route of the plants, Ximi and his team quickly found Fang Qingyun's location.

Fang Qingyun is now in the middle of the entire plant migration team. This section of the road is still the territory of the king of the forest. Apart from these plants that were originally enemies, there are no other hostile creatures. Therefore, Fang Qingyun can use this free time to plan the movement routes of all plants.

Although this was a waste of effort, the only information Fang Qingyun had now was the map given by Juer. He could only plan a route for the plants to leave the city built by the King of the Forest and try his best to avoid traffic congestion. As for how to proceed afterwards, he was completely in the dark.

"Apprentice, we're here to see you." Zhiwei drove a truck and stopped next to Fang Qingyun. At this moment, Fang Qingyun was sitting on a picnic table with Ju'er's map on his legs. He kept his head down, thinking hard.

Hearing Zhiwei's voice, Fang Qingyun raised his head, waved his hands left and right, motioning them to come over, then jumped off the picnic table and began to stretch his muscles that were sore from prolonged posture.

"Apprentice, did you do this?" Juer got out of the car before Ximi and pointed at the endless migrating team on the road, looking a little unbelievable.

"Oh my, our Lord King of the Forest seems to have some bad ideas because of the shaken status of his position." Ximi interrupted and covered her mouth like a female ghost: "Oh my, what should I do? Should I shout a different slogan now? For example, Long Live the New King of the Forest?"