The Fall of the Vampire

"Uh—" Song Yunwu felt very uncomfortable.

The three words "Xiao Xiao Zhi" were like a small knife, piercing her heart with precision.

Sprinkling beans into soldiers, this is actually one of the Taoism she yearns for the most. Throwing out a handful of beans, you can summon thousands of troops and horses by chanting a spell, which is similar to Monkey King in Journey to the West who blows out thousands of monkeys and grandchildren by pulling out his hair.

In short, it is one word: handsome.

However, the others in the Song family turned into soldiers of the same size as life-sized Dao soldiers. They might not be powerful in combat, but at least they looked cool.

And her? The Sprinkled Potato Soldiers, which were finally created with great difficulty, are far stronger than ordinary Taoist soldiers in terms of quantity and use, but their appearance is her eternal heart knot.

Potato soldiers have hands, feet, eyes, nose, and mouth, but these organs are all grown on a single potato shred, so they have absolutely no connection with the words "handsome" and "prestige".

She tried many methods but failed to change this point. It seemed that her crooked skills could only summon crooked Dao soldiers.

Looking at the short legs running around and chattering all over the ground, Song Yunwu felt very tired: "I don't have any muscles, this is not beautiful at all."

At this time, Ximen Qing came over to her and said, "Charter, I think you should reflect on whether there is something wrong with your aesthetics. How can a girl be obsessed with muscles all day long? Look at these little yellows. People, how cute and lovable, why can't you give them some love? In a sense, you give them life, and you are their mother."

"What is love? How to love?" Song Yunwu asked her directly, "How do you let me love without muscles? They are almost becoming my demons."

Ximen Qing had a painful expression on her face: "I tell you to watch less WWE and other things. Muscles are muscles, and your mind is full of muscles. If you continue like this, you will break down."

"Hmph, you don't understand the beauty of muscles." Song Yunwu shook her head, not listening to her persuasion. Muscle is justice anyway.

Ximen Qing looked at her slender arms and legs. Although this body can blow up hundreds of terminators with one punch, but because of its zombie physique, it will not change in this life.

She won't gain even a gram of fat or muscle, so she can't change the muscles that the renter likes at all.

What a sad story.

This woman doesn't like anything bad, but she likes muscles.

Song Yunwu ignored Ximenqing, and started to order Yin Jue to the Tudou Dao soldiers: "Go and find someone for me, the gender is limited to female, and the age is limited to 14 to 16 years old..."

After setting up the details analyzed by Ximen Qing, Song Yunwu said "go", and the Taoist soldiers scattered in all directions.

Despite their short legs, their jumping ability is as high as 5 meters, their strength is much stronger than that of an adult, and their intelligence level is enough to complete some simple tasks such as monitoring and searching. It can be understood as a low-end version Ant-Man.

Among all the Song family's "Scattering Beans into Soldiers", Song Yunwu's Tudou Daobing's individual combat power, intelligence level, quantity, and control range are far superior to others, and they are simply BUG-level existences.

It's a pity that the appearance is too cute and doesn't meet Song Yunwu's aesthetics, so she is generally reluctant to use this Taoism.

This time, she was in a hurry to send Xuedi back to China, otherwise she would rather go to the street looking for it one by one and not use this.

Qin Yuyao was planning to go back to her room to draw, but accidentally caught a glimpse of a potato soldier in the corner.

The Taoist soldiers should all go out to find someone, why is this one still there? She walked over curiously

As a result, when he got closer, it turned out that the Taoist soldier had fallen down and was lying there crying. Qin Yuyao would come to clean this corner two or three times a week. It was very clean and there was nothing there. It was strange that it could fall flat.

Qin Yuyao squatted down and blocked it with one hand. With the index finger of the other hand, she moved the Taoist soldier to her palm, and then picked it up.

"Don't cry, don't cry," she said gently, touching Dao Bing's shredded potato head with her fingers, "I'll show you."

As he spoke, he blew on the Taoist soldier's slightly red short legs, and the latter stopped crying as expected, and yelled "Ah jia, jia", without knowing what it meant.

"Hehehe," Qin Yuyao thought it was cute, so he stroked it again, "It would be great if I could also know Taoism, I really want to raise one."

Ximen Qing was just behind her at this time, and originally planned to attack secretly from behind, but when she heard her words, she couldn't help complaining: "Ru Yao, I've seen people who raise snakes, spiders, and lizards, but I've never heard of them. Who wants to raise a potato shreds, your brain was damaged by electricity last time, right?"

"No," Qin Yuyao retorted, "I just think it's cute, don't I?"

As she spoke, she handed the little Taoist soldier to Ximen Qing.

Ximen Qing sniffed it closer, and then looked disgusted: "I can't say whether it is cute or not, but I know this thing must be unpalatable, after all, it came out of the hands of the charterer."

"Why do you want to eat it, it's so cute!" Qin Yuyao quickly put her hand back, the little soldier in her hand was probably frightened by Ximen Qing, and started to cry again.

Qin Yuyao comforted her for a while before letting her stop her tears, and then put it on the ground: "Go, go and complete the task."

The little soldier stood up awkwardly, then jumped up, climbed over the three-meter-high wall and went out.

Qin Yuyao turned her head to look at Ximen Qing, causing the latter to immediately retract the hand that had just been stretched out. She didn't bother to complain, anyway, she got used to the tofu after eating it: "Sister Ximen, didn't you play games in your room? Why did you come down before meal time?"

"Hey, I'm getting angry when I talk about this," Ximen Qing said depressedly, "I don't know what's wrong today, I can always match a guy named 'Dark Heitian' when I play games, that thing is really a Shenkeng, I can’t even carry Super God 1V5. Later, I changed the game, but I met another person with the same ID. The equipment is so advanced, but it’s still terrible. Damn it, I bet 50 cents that they are definitely the same person .”

"Hehe." Qin Yuyao just smiled. Anyway, she didn't know much about the game: "By the way, the mobile game "Tian Long Ba Bu" will be launched soon, right?"

"That's right, next week," Ximen Qing nodded, "I've asked Xiaoguai and Eyuan to help me make the MV for "The Sutra of Difficult to Read", and I have so many fans on station B, it would be a shame not to take the opportunity to generate a wave of power." Blood loss."

"Is that game fun?"

"...Didn't I just say that it's fun, but when I encounter a pit, I'm about to vomit blood."