My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

It was past seven o'clock when Fu Qingjun returned to the house.

The sky is completely lit up.

He rearranged his clothes, sat on a chair, counted the silver pounds he had obtained, and put them away directly.

"With money, for the next period of time, the most basic life issues must be okay." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "Also, it is to supplement nutrition."

In addition to today, I have been eating white rice for five days in a row since I came to this world.

The nutritional imbalance has already made him feel exhausted and weak, let alone continue to practice martial arts.

"I can't do this anymore, I have to improve my diet!"

Before, he had a simple diet and ate white rice. Naturally, he didn't dare to go out to eat, and he would be killed if he was not careful. The risk was too great.

But now that the size problem has been barely solved, it should be possible to impersonate.

After all, although he was not an acquaintance of Fu Qingjun, when he faced Nasika just now, the other party didn't feel strange, which meant that his height-enhancing shoes and black silk muscles already looked like a normal warrior, although his face was still immature.

Moreover, the strength of my own hair has increased, showing a more powerful sense, and there is no violation at all.

"We still have to get a table."

Fu Qingjun planned to wait for the small speaker to come over, and then solve this problem.

As for whether Jiaxia returned to the distant past, Fu Qingjun did not dare to say for sure.

Because ancient myths and legends such as Nibiru and Anunnaki did exist, and they are just clues... It is not known whether they really traveled through time and space and established prehistoric mythical civilizations in ancient times. .

He directly studied the ancient ship again, the sail was completely broken, and disappeared without a trace.

"The anchor is to locate the parallel world, and the sail is to travel through the past?"

"It's just that the anchor can be used all the time to hold a channel... The sail is disposable and disappears immediately?"

He kept guessing that this ancient ship was really terrifying, traveling in the multiverse and the eternal timeline.

And if it's true, it's a big loss.

That is a one-time important trump card!

I opened it inexplicably, and I used it directly.

"If you find the lost sail again, can you bring it back..."

Fu Qingjun thought wildly, frowned and said: "However, if the guess is true! The sail is broken, and the sail probably went back to the past with Jiaxia... How can I find it in this era? Look for ancient ruins, cultural relics, go to museums ...a sail the size of a toothpick? Or a walking stick wrapped in cloth?"

"In ancient mythology, is there anything like a scepter?"

Fu Qingjun's head is going crazy!

Really bloody!

No matter where Jiaxia went, Fu Qingjun knew that a permanently broken sail would definitely not be a good thing, this was his trump card!

"Forget it, it's useless to think so much, to strengthen yourself is to prove the way." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, feeling that five days had passed, and another end of the world would happen.

Although I have had a wonderful time here for a few days, I should go and have a look.

After all, the few days in the doomsday ruins, death and survival, must have been very exciting there, right?

He quickly set his goals:

Rebuild the world, then go straight to explore the doomsday wasteland!

"Master, Second Master, hold on, I'm coming..."

After all, the race has developed a second echelon, no longer ordinary ants, the strong race heritage is still there, and re-multiplication will soon restore its peak.

He kept finalizing his heart, and his mood became more and more surging, "This is simply a snowball! As long as I edit the soul combination and evolve a more powerful monster race, their civilization will become more prosperous, and there will be more powerful ones. Gods and demons like that will fall, and the dead souls will be recovered. ,

It must be earth-shattering..."

"Unfortunately, I have grown for the second time, but I still don't have enough brains, so I can only spray some small ants... What if it is a large animal!"

Wouldn't he be able to build a real demon kingdom of normal creatures?

The real large-scale extraordinary, magical, fairy, world?

"Forget it, I don't have enough brains, let's start with the small ones first." He rearranged his thoughts, but he was not in a hurry, and directly started to straighten the hair that fell out all over the place.

"Although the second generation of hair grows, the first generation of hair cannot be wasted. Weave them, weave them into a carpet, and put them under the table."

There was a loophole before, and it was still possible to escape from the table sandbox.

It's just because of Jiaxia's restriction and restraint of them that other creatures have no ambition to escape.

"But the times are different, and I still limit them myself." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "Then, I wrapped my hair with wire and surrounded it with a protective net in all directions."

Fu Qingjun found that after he evolved, the suction of his hair became stronger!

You can suck your own soul back in the air.

Now as long as we weave it into a silk net, as long as you get close, you can absorb the souls of your family members.

"In this way, the world wall is formed with hair! Inside, there is an extraordinary world wrapped!"

"This is to prevent flying species!"

"After all, it is a fusion of chickens and ducks... Besides, even if they can't fly, it is very possible for these extraordinary creatures to jump out of the world like fleas."

"Unless you use human sea tactics, a large number of deaths, and fill the entire hair net with souls, you will not be able to absorb it, and you will have a chance to go outside... However, the silk net in all directions and the dense blanket connected to the ground, this huge It's hard to fill up your soul reserves."

Fu Qingjun kept organizing his thoughts, like knitting wool, sitting on the table, braiding his hair.

clatter——

The hair is automatic without wind.

It is interspersed with strands of strands in the air, which is extremely strange and frightening.

He himself doesn't know what's going on with him anymore. In short, it's inconceivable that the hair extension of mental power rooted in his brain has been developed by himself, and such special abilities appear.

"It's done."

After a while, Fu Qingjun looked at the new frame and was very satisfied.

But at this time, after counting the time, the little speaker should be at work, and he was eating noodles downstairs. He rang the bell on the window and called the little speaker.

"Huh?" Little Trumpet went upstairs and saw that Brother Fu no longer had only his head up this time, but was standing outside the door.

Looking at Brother Fu's muscles and figure, she always felt that something was wrong. It seemed more perfect and stylish?

"Brother Fu, what are you... By the way, are you still practicing in closed doors? Why are you doing alone in the room, aren't you bored?" The small speaker had a long reflection arc, but now he was completely confused.

"It's okay, I want a table." Before she could complain, Fu Qingjun threw ten silver pounds on her, "Woman! This is the activity fund, so I can eat and drink enough for myself."

"Great."

The little trumpet suddenly smiled.