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

To be honest, I don’t eat crabs... Fang Qingyun didn’t know what to say, but in order to become stronger, he had waded through the slime’s poop, so what was a mere crab?

And there are talking vegetables in the park... Is there really nothing wrong with this?

"It's really hard to find vegetables that won't attack you and can't talk to cook these days..." Ximi complained. She reached into her...stomach, strictly speaking, and pulled out a package of well-packaged pickled vegetables: "Found it, pickled radish heads, this can be paired with many things..."

Before Ximi could finish her words, Carrot Head interrupted her: "You can't eat us. We have our own selves, you evil necromancer!"

Ximi was so scared that she looked like a normal girl who saw a mouse or a cockroach. She threw the bag of pickled vegetables far away, with a distorted expression: "Oh my god! Back off! Back off! Back off!"

Khamur watched all this: "Zhiwei said that he found the last bag of pickled vegetables that couldn't talk..."

"...This is spreading like a plague." Ximi hugged his shoulders, and seemed to be frightened by what the carrot head had just said. He shivered twice: "If the tofu hadn't been processed, I would have been afraid that the tofu would talk and pick a fight with me."

Chapter 189: The eater, the cooking soul, the cook is the god of eating!

After collecting the slime, the missing ingredients for some of the previous dishes are now complete. With the guidance of the frying pan, it is now time to soothe the hungry stomach and explore the upper limit of the capacity of your stomach.

The dishes that can be made now are:

Slime Yokan is made from slime without any sheep ingredients. I don’t know why it is called this name...

Slime yokan has the ability to promote wound recovery. This dish will transform the lymph nodes in the human throat, enabling it to secrete special hormones. Once a wound appears on the body, the lymph nodes will receive the signal and immediately secrete special hormones, mobilizing the nutrients stored in the body to be transported to the wound, and complete the suturing and regeneration of the body's wounds in just a few minutes.

This regeneration does not mean simply stopping bleeding, but the complete healing of the entire wound, and the flesh on the injured area looks as if it had grown out long ago.

Pitaya jelly is made of slime and dragon fruit. I thought the high temperature of pitaya would quickly evaporate the slime, but I never expected that they would get along so harmoniously in the pot. The trembling jelly has the color of dragon fruit and emits intense high temperature in the pan.

This jelly gave Fang Qingyun the energy to use fire. Now when he used the fire flail, he could inject enough fire energy into it, turning the entire flail into a blazing fireball. When the flail rotated at high speed, this weapon like a circle of death fire was enough to cause great suffering to any enemy who was not immune to fire.

More importantly, this thing seems to be a range attack. When a flail is swung on the ground, the rising flames leave traces of burning on the ground three meters away. If Fang Qingyun had this ability earlier, facing the green tide of slimes, he could kill as many slimes as possible with the fire storm created by swinging the flail.

Mixed mushroom and wild vegetable soup, also known as mushroom hotpot, is made from the brightly colored mushroom caps that are poisonous at first glance and spores that can be used as white phosphorus bombs if sprinkled on people. Neither of these two things is easy to mess with. If you really eat them raw, even the residents of a southern city in China with full resistance to poison will have to go to the hospital for emergency treatment.

This is not a toxin that can catch villains, but it is so delicious that you will praise it endlessly. After you finish eating it, you will look down and find that your stomach has been corroded with a hole, and your internal organs have turned into pus and are flowing out of your stomach. This deadly stuff.

But after some processing, this mushroom hotpot made Fang Qingyun, who never eats mushrooms, understand the love of southern Chinese city residents for mushrooms... Damn, it's really delicious when cooked.

The mushroom pot strengthened Fang Qingyun's control and tolerance to toxins, and at the same time provided Fang Qingyun's body fluids with extremely excellent corrosive ability... Now when Fang Qingyun went to the toilet, his urine poured onto the railings, and the railings melted away at a high speed like snow in the sun. Now Fang Qingyun's own blood has the power to make a rattlesnake roll its eyes after being bitten by it...

Grilled fluorescent mushrooms, this dish is relatively simple. Just cut the sliced ​​fluorescent mushrooms into small pieces, put them on skewers and grill them, sprinkle some cumin on them. It tastes oily and has a lamb aroma. The mushroom meat is firm and chewy, and the taste is just right when sprinkled with seasonings.

The effect of this thing in the game is to increase the damage of spear-type weapons and increase the attack range of weapons, but in reality, the effect of this thing seems more... magical. It actually allows Fang Qingyun to gain some combat memories of cold weapons, and at the same time allows Fang Qingyun to have the ability to unleash his inner energy similar to Kikuchiyo, using any cold weapon.

He got a little familiarity with weapons like the spear, which he had never used before, and at least he wouldn't hurt himself anymore. And weapons like the hammer, dagger, and flail, which he had used before, enhanced his proficiency, allowing Fang Qingyun to wield them with great force even with his eyes closed.

Take the flail for example. When Fang Qingyun used the flail, he wanted to hold it as far away as possible. After all, if it hit him, his bones would be broken. But now, he can use it as a nunchaku, letting it slide on his body at will, and he even dares to use his arm to catch the hammer head that is swung from under his armpit at high speed.

At that time, Fang Qingyun wanted to exploit a bug and acquire all kinds of martial arts by eating the mushrooms multiple times, but the effect of the grilled fluorescent mushrooms would only be triggered once, and he would not become a martial arts master by eating a few more skewers.

It seems that if you want to achieve success overnight, you can only wait for recipes involving other fluorescent mushrooms to appear in the future.

Next is the Fire Dragon Energy Drink. The shape of this thing is quite unique. It looks like a cup of magma. The color is very similar to the one in the iron bucket in "Minecraft". It seems to be squeezed from dragon fruit. After Fang Qingyun's body was strengthened by the previous dragon fruit dish, this cup of liquid is still a little hot in the hand.

Fang Qingyun tried to put the thing together with the cup on the grass. Not long after, a piece of the grass caught fire. Fang Qingyun was caught off guard and had to step on the fire to put it out. At the same time, he gained a certain understanding of his current body.

...I always feel that if I eat too much dragon fruit, I can go to the steel furnace to take a sauna in the future. Fang Qingyun drank the cup of magma in one gulp. When he poured the hot dragon energy drink in his hand into his mouth, he only had a warm and hot taste. This contrast made Fang Qingyun put the cup down, suspecting that he had taken the wrong one.

The effect of Fire Dragon Energy Drink in the game is to indirectly increase damage, that is, there will be a small explosion after the attack hits, but in reality, the effect of this thing has been changed to a brand new one.

Soon, the effect of the Fire Dragon Energy Drink became apparent. The warm liquid strengthened Fang Qingyun's body, allowing him to withstand even harsher high-temperature environments. At the same time, Fang Qingyun's lungs also underwent different changes. Part of the space in them was replaced by glands. Now he could spit out terrifying high-temperature flames from his mouth like a fire dragon.

He tried it simply and just exhaled lightly. The high temperature flame burned and distorted the surrounding air. The steel plate used for testing, which was placed about five meters in front of Fang Qingyun, burned red in a few seconds. Part of the steel plate was even softened and deformed by the high temperature.

"...So the test is completed? After the test, I will take it back to deal with it." Khamur stood by with a small hammer. After Fang Qingyun finished spitting out fire, he clamped the steel plate under his armpit and returned to his weapons shop.

"...This is quite similar to that guy's fire breathing, except that she breathes green flames." Ximi's thinking is indeed extraordinary. With just one sentence, Fang Qingyun didn't know how to complain: "When you use this thing in group dnd in the future, you don't need DM to describe the monster's form. You can just come up and perform fire breathing. At least it can scare the shit out of ten adventurers below level ten."

What Fang Qingyun couldn't refute was that when Ximi made this suggestion, Fang Qingyun felt that... if a game group was started in hell in the future, he would definitely be dragged in to be the mastermind... although that feeling was not a bad one.

The last thing to make is the shrimp pancake. A cylindrical, pillow-like mantis shrimp is sliced ​​into small pieces, processed and added into the pancake with beaten eggs, sprinkled with cumin and some tomato sauce on it. It not only does not taste like the fishy smell of shrimp, but also enhances the tenderness and aroma of the meat.

Isn’t it really a waste to just use shrimp meat to make hand-pulled pancakes?

The effect of the shrimp pancake in the game is to create a frontal water shield that can block long-range damage, and it is almost the same in reality. Fang Qingyun easily mobilized the moisture in the surrounding water and air to form a spherical water shield around himself. The air can be filtered by the water, and the toxic gases in it naturally cannot come in.

This layer of shield has amazing resistance to long-range weapons. It is very easy to block arrows shot from various light bows such as 45-pound bows. Facing arrows shot from 100-pound bows that can pierce thin steel plates, the water shield can also use high-speed friction to continuously slow down the arrows after they enter the water shield, and finally expel the arrows like spitting out melon seed shells.

However, this layer of water escape is much less resistant to close combat. Any weapon can be used to lightly scratch the water shield and the water shield will be "cut open". If it is a weapon like a sledgehammer, it may be able to directly penetrate the water shield and hit Fang Qingyun's head.

Fang Qingyun has already eaten all the food that could be prepared at this stage. As he was wiping his lips, a new question came to him: what is the capacity of his stomach?

He has now eaten a total of sixteen dishes. According to the information in the game in his previous life, his stomach can only hold seven or eight dishes at most. Now he has eaten twice the number of dishes and still doesn't feel full. Is it possible that the capacity of this body is really infinite?

If the effects of cooking can be stacked infinitely...then how powerful will the final challenge, Pu Sui, be?

Fang Qingyun took a long breath. It was useless to think about those things now. It would be better to be prepared and bring enough weapons so that he could have a good fight with Pu Cui when the time comes.

Looking at the ground, according to the information Ximi provided before, if you continue forward, you will encounter vegetable people who are similar to mushroom people, but the vegetable people have their own consciousness and can communicate, just like the bag of pickled vegetables encountered before.

Mushroom people cannot communicate, and if they attack actively, they will die. But it is different for vegetable people. Based on the experience of previous lives, vegetable people are actually a group of fools.

The king of the forest, Orange, wants to ensure natural harmony, so animals eating plants is a natural predator-prey relationship. In addition, the evolution of plants into vegetative people spreads like a plague, so the king of the forest can only sacrifice the rights of plants to ensure the survival of animals.

Plants are unhappy, so they will naturally rebel, and so the orange was overthrown. But the president who came to power later was also unpopular, so he was soon overthrown again. Plants only know that they are dissatisfied with their own rule, but they don't have a clear demand.

Previous revolutions were all about the emerging class overthrowing the old class, or at worst, they were internal coups d'état that occurred when internal contradictions became acute without changing the social system.

However, the plant people were easily led by the rhythm. Under the order of the King of the Forest, they mindlessly attacked all the zombies sent by the Necromancer. As the fighting went on, they suffered heavy casualties and social conflicts broke out. They began to mindlessly oppose the rule of the King of the Forest. As the fighting went on, they realized the hypocrisy of Ice Cream Cone, and thus began to swarm against Ice Cream Cone again.

Chapter 190: Vegetative? Ginseng fruit...? Me?

Vegetative people are like this... they always have tears in their eyes and never learn their lessons. Therefore, facing such an enemy, Fang Qingyun naturally couldn't calmly swing his sword to kill him, nor did he have the energy to distinguish which vegetative person should die.

On the other hand... these vegetative people can serve as the new labor force of hell, especially in agriculture. After all, only plants know what they need. The difference between vegetative people and plants is like that between humans and monkeys. As long as that kind of evolution does not spread in hell like a plague and cause all plants to be uprooted, there is no need to worry about problems with the order of hell.

However, if this plague that causes plants to evolve at a high speed breaks out, the entire hell might be paralyzed because of this outbreak. In addition, the plant people themselves do not have the ability to think independently. If a rebellion breaks out, the foundation of hell may be shaken...

He could only hope that those vegetative people wouldn't cause trouble... If they did, these plants would be gone. Fang Qingyun really wanted to add some new labor and agricultural experts to Hell, but the benefits of all this were not enough to make him pay the price of turmoil in Hell.

Fang Qingyun packed up his tableware and put the unused ingredients back into the plastic bag. It must be said that plastic bags, a kind of spatial equipment, are really a must-have item for the home. However, the [Capitalist's Money Bag] at home, although also a piece of spatial equipment, can only be used to store various coins and valuables.

Unlike this plastic bag, you can put anything in it. Apart from the minor problem of not being able to increase the value of the food inside, its unlimited capacity is enough to satisfy anyone.

Fang Qingyun put on his armor and after thinking for a moment, he felt that he needed a helmet...

If helmets were not made before, on the one hand it was because of insufficient materials, and on the other hand it was because of a kind of romanticism far from reality. Now helmets have become a necessity.

Although Fang Qingyun does not have any cuts or scars on his face that would affect his appearance, the vegetable people can still see his zombie nature at a glance. In this case, no matter what negotiations they conduct, they will naturally face the diplomatic obstacles brought about by the difference in species.

Coupled with the attitude of Orange, the king of the forest, towards the zombies under Ximi, the plant people below were naturally influenced by Orange's attitude towards the zombies. If the previous difference in species only led to minor conflicts between the two sides at the negotiation table, then coupled with Orange's policies, the two sides would not even have a chance to sit in front of the table, and they would probably start fighting as soon as they met.

Therefore, Fang Qingyun urgently needs a full-face helmet to ensure that those vegetative patients cannot detect his identity at the first time. As long as they don't start fighting as soon as they meet, Fang Qingyun is confident that he can complete a simple exchange of information with the vegetative patients.

After all, with the single-threaded brain of a vegetative person, who is completely incapable of independent thinking and only follows what others say, as long as they have not witnessed with their own eyes the fact that Fang Qingyun is a zombie, there will definitely be a large number of vegetative people who will speak for Fang Qingyun, whose identity has not been exposed. If they are a little more despicable and show some small favors, it is not impossible to provoke a civil war among the vegetative people.

Therefore, Tiechui guessed Fang Qingyun's thoughts with difficulty based on his gestures and made him a Chinese-style helmet with grooves on both sides, so that the mask could be inserted into the grooves to conceal his presence.

The mask made for Fang Qingyun was in the shape of an ancient Chinese mythical beast, the kind that was pressed against the door handle of a mansion, with a ring in its mouth for knocking and pulling the door. It was not known whether it was a Jiaotu or a Suanni. At the same time, two small holes were opened in the eyes of the mythical beast to facilitate looking out from the inside.

However, due to its clever construction, no exposed parts can be seen when looking from the outside in. It is as if the overall cold face of a mythical beast creates a sense of coldness that keeps strangers away just by wearing it. It also gives people room for fear and endless reverie. Just by walking, the aura and ferocious mask make no one dare to approach.

When Fang Qingyun walked forward with his weapons, wearing the heavy shoulder armor, and a face like a mythical beast, he was ready to be despised by the vegetative man. After all, he was in human form, not a plant, and with the features brought by the mask, all the odds and ends on his body, and all kinds of weapons, it was good that he would not be listed as an enemy at the first time.

He moved forward to the next level and walked about a mile. The passage that originally looked like a residential area had completely turned into a primeval forest. Except for the road with a solid foundation that had not been penetrated by the primitive force, other places were covered with tall trees. The fluorescent lights shone on the ground overhead, making Fang Qingyun have the illusion that he was on the surface.

In this primeval forest, a huge and discordant stone statue appeared in front of Fang Qingyun, and next to it stood a carrot that was as tall as a person... That's right, he had grown legs and hands, and stood there on his own. When Fang Qingyun approached him, he could still smell the thick scent of soil on him. Next to the carrot, there were four boxes with the word "donate" written on them.

Looks like they're doing a fundraiser here? Fang Qingyun looked up at the huge stone statue, which was carved with the portrait of the King of the Forest. The King of the Forest was wearing a cloak that looked like a tattered raincoat, or like the black robe of the Grim Reaper, covering almost all of her body. She had two antlers on her head, and the shape of the antlers was like two growing wintersweets, full of vitality.

From this perspective, the king of the forest is indeed not only the king of plants, but also the king of all animals living in the forest.

In order to cover her face, the King of the Forest also wore a mask, but this mask seemed to be made of a deer skull. Her sharp bony fingers pointed to the ground, with an arrogant look. Combined with the weapon in her hand, which was either a sickle or a staff, she looked quite intimidating.

Next to the statue of the King of the Forest, where her bony hand is pointing, there is a small mass grave with all kinds of rotten skeletons displayed there... I don't know if they are Ximi's former zombie soldiers. Wasn't I the first one to walk so far?

After seeing Fang Qingyun approaching, Carrot broke off a branch from the green stem above his head and shouted loudly: "Come and buy my branches and leaves, only sixty steaks will be enough, and 50% of my profit will be donated to the great king of the forest."

Is steak the currency between plants? Fang Qingyun was a little confused. He only had shrimp, toad, and mosquito meat on him. He had never encountered anything related to beef in the previous section, which was equivalent to him being penniless. Add to that the ridiculous price of the carrot, and the branches are not incapable of regeneration. This is equivalent to buying a dreadlock from a person, and it costs sixty steaks...

...It is better to hang this kind of unscrupulous businessman on the street lamp as soon as possible.

Seeing that Fang Qingyun had no intention of buying, Carrot hurried forward and grabbed Fang Qingyun's arm and began to sell himself. He himself didn't know why after seeing Fang Qingyun, he was not scared by the mask, but instead felt a special sense of intimacy...

It was like seeing the king of the forest himself: "Are you wondering what my branches can do? Let me tell you, this is actually the best opportunity to show some love. Don't ask what this branch can do, ask what you can do for the forest."

Well, these vegetative people are all morally blackmailed, right? If you tell me the truth, I can buy a crispy frog leg. If you try to blackmail me morally, then I'm sorry, this deal is over, and it's useless for you to beg me.

"Hey, brother, don't go!" Seeing that Fang Qingyun was unwilling to leave, Carrot simply hugged Fang Qingyun's legs and said, "In order to fight against the evil necromancer Ximi together with the king of the forest, it's time to give up personal interests and consider the survival of the group."

You are a profiteer. If you really donated it, I would have given it to you. But you are like a Pi Xiu, only taking in and not giving out. If I paid just to satisfy myself that I had done a good deed, then I would have paid it. Now you are using the safety of the group to pressure me... Have you ever thought about the possibility, just a possibility, that I am the subordinate of the "evil" necromancer Ximi?

Carrot seemed to regard Fang Qingyun in front of him as a noble person. It kept chattering to him and even hugged Fang Qingyun's thigh to start selling products. Fang Qingyun was forced into a situation with no way to retreat. He could only shake his legs frantically and use his clever strength to throw Carrot, which he was holding tightly, back to his own stall.

Carrot was thrown out by a huge force, and just when he wanted to scream, he found himself falling on the flat ground. The sales pitch that was originally in his mouth was stuck. Looking at Fang Qingyun's receding back, Carrot pursed his lips: "What a great skill..."

It seemed that because of that special sense of intimacy, Carrot did not try to scam others, nor did he become suspicious because Fang Qingyun was dressed so tightly. He simply sighed, and then continued to sell the branches that were impossible to sell in this place where there was no next customer.

"Wow, look at that plant!" Fang Qingyun suddenly heard such a voice and turned his head to glance at the source of the sound. Three fruits were pointing at him. Noticing Fang Qingyun looking over, the strawberry that was as tall as a person was still daydreaming, while the pear and the four-leaf clover that was as tall as a person on the other side began to bite their ears: "Look, do you miss those Kung Fu masters in the books written by humans? They just waved their hands to send that profiteer back, and didn't even hurt a single branch or leaf of his."

"But look at its shape," Clover raised a little objection: "It doesn't look like a fruit... nor a plant. Instead, it looks like an animal, or even a human, or a zombie."

"But don't you think he's kind?" Li Zi refuted Clover's statement: "I guess he should be a kind of human-shaped fruit recorded in the history book called 'Journey to the West', the ginseng fruit. Only by living so long can he have such a strong level of kung fu and moral cultivation."

Chapter 191: Okay, then I am the ginseng fruit

Ginseng fruit? It seems that these plants have a wide range of knowledge. Fang Qingyun has not figured out how to arrange a good identity for himself so as to blend in with the plant population. As a result, these plants have already thought of it for him. He just needs to maintain his identity as a ginseng fruit without revealing it.

Fang Qingyun nodded to the two people who were talking about him, said hello, and continued to move forward. This area was only a mile away from the mobile food truck that Ximi had just driven. How come these plants could not be seen? He turned his head and took a look at the road he had come from. He found that the area had been shrouded in a layer of light mist at some point, and he could not see anything at all.

That layer of mist is like a monster's big mouth, ready to devour any vegetative person who enters. Perhaps this is the product of Ximi's self-abandonment. Since you don't like me, I will simply isolate myself from you, using self-isolation to stubbornly express my indifference. In essence, I am still a lonely child.

Of course, all of the above are the product of Fang Qingyun's imagination based on his own experience. Given Ximi's personality, it is more likely that she will find the role of the Demon King very interesting, so she prepared a set of such spells to enhance her temperament as a Demon King.

Going further, Fang Qingyun saw the protesters, most of whom were eating unripe bananas. Their skins had not yet completely turned yellow, but were still a mixture of green and yellow. These demonstrators were holding large signs with a bloody mouth painted on it, and then the mouth was forked out with red paint.

"We are the new banana generation, not snacks for dumb lower animals. We demand to dominate our own banana lives, and we hope the king will listen to our demands." The leading banana held up a sign and shouted loudly, and the passionate bananas following behind responded one after another, shouting short and powerful slogans.

"I refuse to be eaten! I refuse to be eaten!"

"Our demand is!" Banana, the leader, set the pace.

"Master the banana life! Master the banana life!"

It was inevitable that there would be some confusion in such a chaotic scene. Fang Qingyun scanned the area with his sharp eyes and found quite a few people trying to take advantage of the chaos. Some were stealing things quietly during the chaos, while others were acting as the leader's agents, responsible for responding and setting the pace.

This is also a truth that Fang Qingyun believes in: individuals may be smart, but groups are bound to be stupid. When different classes gather together without seeking common ground while reserving differences, various conflicts will definitely occur. Some bananas really want to dominate their own lives, some just accept their fate and want to vent in the last time, and some bananas just want to steal something.

They even got the parade in the wrong place. What was the point of parading next to the statue of the Forest King? The sound would not reach the Forest King's ears at all.

Most demonstrators are like this. They can only protest with unity when they encounter national justice or acute social conflicts.

From this perspective, it seems that Orange's rule has not yet reached the point where social conflicts have erupted, and these demonstrators have not yet reached the point of launching a rebellion.

Soon, some old banana trees with yellow skin and a few ripe black spots, leaning on crutches, stood in front of the demonstrators: "Enough..."

The old voice was suppressed in the excitement of the crowd. The old banana coughed and knocked on the crutches with all his strength: "Young banana, the fate of us plants is the stomachs of animals. Sacrificing ourselves to contribute to the survival of animals is what plants pursue throughout their lives."

Fang Qingyun stood aside, watching the old banana and the young banana negotiate. His mind had flown back to the first time he encountered the banana. The banana urged Fang Qingyun to eat him. Even after the banana's head was chopped off, it still had a smug smile on its face, as if all his lifelong pursuits had been realized. That kind of pure dedication made Fang Qingyun feel ashamed.

If Fang Qingyun puts himself in the banana's shoes, he would naturally agree with the young banana's idea. After all, the right to life and health is the first of all rights, but this is the result of his bringing in human thinking.

If the ultimate wish of plants is to be eaten like the banana, then Fang Qingyun's unauthorized praise of the young bananas and giving them the title of "freedom" is nothing more than a self-satisfied hypocrisy.

This is double standards. Democracy that conforms to my democracy is democracy, otherwise it is all dictatorship. Isn't it also a kind of interference in internal affairs to help the revolution in such a self-touched and passionate way? Therefore, Fang Qingyun plans to observe for a while. If the ideas of the young bananas are the real appeal, and the ideas of the old bananas are just "the laws of the ancestors cannot be changed", then Fang Qingyun will naturally not stand on the side of the old bananas.

But it was probably a bit too much. The problems exposed among the demonstrators had made Fang Qingyun alert. It was like an uprising without a program. If there were a considerable number of troublemakers and hooligans, then this so-called revolution would be more like the result of incitement.

"Forget it," the young banana interrupted the old banana with disdain: "You are just an old lunatic who has been dominated by instinct all your life. You have never lived for yourself once."

"No need to say more," Old Man Jiao added calmly with the wisdom of an elder, "When you reach my age, you will naturally understand..."

Before he could finish his words, the young banana, who could no longer bear to listen, pushed the old banana angrily and shouted, "Down with this animal faction that won't let us have our freedom!"

Soon, the spies planted among the demonstrators incited the bewildered banana group. The banana group, which was already in chaos because of the sudden attack, was quickly incited to become rioters by the misleading words. All kinds of mud, bricks, and grass were thrown by the banana group and hit the old banana, and even a considerable part of it was thrown at other fruits and Fang Qingyun who were watching.

The old man Jiao, who was barely standing with the help of a crutch, lost his balance. He was about to fall backwards when he tried to regain his balance with the help of the crutch. Fang Qingyun, who was watching from the sidelines, finally couldn't help but take action.

He could almost judge that this group of young people was probably just a bunch of hot-blooded young people who were incited and had no judgment of their own, and the young leader was probably a fool who was fooled.

Their actions were not spontaneous. If the words said by the old banana were commonplace that other bananas could not stand, like the speech in China promoting the sweetness of foreign air, then the people below would naturally be excited, instead of needing incitement from others to explode into rioters as is the case now.

So if the old banana didn't say such insulting and stupid things, why was the old banana who just made a suggestion beaten by the young banana? It can only be that the old banana's words touched the root of the young banana's protest, so he didn't give the old banana a chance to continue speaking.