The card person I raised is reborn

Ling Moxing only thought of this after seeing that the villain could even use powder.

Since the powder is useful, as long as the amount of gold-based powder needed by the villain is not large, the villain can take only a small part of the white mouse's tissue that has little effect on it and use it as a material.

The tissues that can be affected almost negligibly, besides the hair, are the teeth and nails.But without exception, these tissues are part of the tissues that grow extremely fast and can be reused.

Therefore, as long as the villains make proper arrangements, it will be fine for them to follow the path of sustainable development.

Fang Mu also thought of this.

If he only used the nails of the white mouse, with the current repair speed of the mutant, he could use the nails almost every other day.

What's more, his daily spiritual power is limited, no matter how much he takes or how little he takes, according to his ability, the amount of materials he can consume every day is only so much.

Even if he wants to increase this fixed amount, he cannot increase it casually.

So why doesn't he simply do what he can, make arrangements in advance according to the urgency of the needs every day, and then divide his spiritual power into multiple parts accurately, and only use it from the alien beast or alien plant that he can consume that day What about the material?

As for the materials that are not used by him every day, they can be regarded as the ones he deposited on the alien beast or the alien plant—as the alien beast or the alien plant continues to grow, he will only collect more in the future. material interest.

Thinking of this, Fang Mu couldn't help but regret that he didn't spare the mutant rabbit's life.

Otherwise, picking up some rabbit fur every day seems to be a good deal...

After secretly annoyed for a while, Fang Mu quickly collected his thoughts, bent down and picked up two round crystal beads from the ground.

These crystal beads are shiny and translucent, one with a deep red color flowing inside, and one with a faint green light, which is what was left after Fang Mu burned the mutant with spiritual fire just now.

Fang Mu took out another crystal bead with a faint golden luster inside from the Qiankun bag, looked at the three beads together for a while, then slightly raised his lips, and put them together into the Qiankun bag with satisfaction.

After picking up the last two trophies, Fang Mu looked around again to confirm that there was nothing missing, and then went straight back to Yanyun Valley.

"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."

Fang Mu couldn't help sighing with relief in his heart. He thought it would take him a long time to find the mutant, but he didn't expect that it took about an hour to solve the biggest material problem.

And it should be the most difficult to find gold-type mutation material, but under Daxian's suggestion, it has become the easiest material to harvest.

What's more, he has now discovered a new usage of different animals and plants - it is not an exaggeration to say that this new discovery is his biggest achievement today.

It can be said that even if he returned to the valley empty-handed today, as long as this new discovery is still in his mind, he is enough to confess to himself.

After all, he only needs to take this new discovery as the direction in the future and domesticate a few exotic animals or plants with low attack power in a planned way, and the problem of materials will no longer be the biggest problem that bothers him.

Thinking so longingly, Fang Mu took out the card book eagerly and began to experiment because he didn't consume too much spiritual energy because of taking advantage of the previous fight.

Because the white mouse was directly taken in by Fang Mu's natal white card, and the natal white card was connected with Fang Mu by some kind of mysterious blood bond...

So in a disguised form, when the mutated white mouse appeared on the white card, it was equivalent to completing an indirect contract with Fang Mu.

At this time, Fang Mu sat cross-legged in the grass casually, and turned the card book to the page where the mutant mouse was.

With a thought in his mind, he saw the white light flashing slightly on the card surface, and the vivid white mouse engraved on the card turned into a real thing and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, while the card surface that was originally printed with patterns was restored again. It was bright and clean.

The white mouse that reappeared was no longer ferocious as before. It only looked up at Fang Mu quietly with a pair of clear red eyes, and lay obediently at Fang Mu's feet waiting for instructions.

Seeing that the contracted beast that he had no choice but to accept in this life behaved so docilely, and that the opponent was still his first contracted beast, Fang Mu, who had no feelings for him at first, couldn't help feeling soft.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the white mouse at his feet reassuringly. Fang Mu hesitated for a moment, then hugged the white mouse, which was only half his arm's length, into his arms.

Then Fang Mu stroked the rat's hard hair for a while, and while the rat was relaxed and paralyzed in his arms, Fang Mu lifted the other's small claw with a sharp hook, took out the dagger given to him by the immortal, and tapped it lightly. Suddenly, before the white mouse could react, four long and sharp nails like iron stones appeared on the ground.

Fang Mu glanced at the claw hook on the ground, and then at the white rat that was still lazily sitting in his arms. After realizing that the other party did not have much reaction to this, he rubbed the other party's soft belly, rest assured. He continued to trim the other party's nails.

When the sharp hooks on the four small paws of the white mouse were all shortened, Fang Mu lifted the round body of the white mouse and prepared to put him back on the ground from his arms, but at this moment the white mouse twisted its round butt He interrupted Fang Mu's movements.

Feeling the white mouse's resistance, Fang Mu subconsciously relaxed his grip and looked towards him.

Immediately, Fang Mu saw the white rat raised its short neck, and pushed the four hard golden long teeth protruding from its mouth to his hand.

"This is……?"

Fang Mu touched the rat's head hesitantly, and asked a little uncertainly, "Daxian, does it want me to help it break its teeth?"

It's not that Fang Mu never thought about cutting the teeth of white mice, but considering that teeth are connected to pain-sensing nerves after all, people will feel pain when their teeth break, and animals will naturally feel pain when their teeth break.

After all, the white mouse is now his contracted beast, and it can be regarded as his own beast. Since he already has fingertips to use, there is obviously no need to squeeze the white mouse too much and make the other party suffer for no reason.

But he didn't expect him to give up this idea, but this contracted beast who had just established contact with him was willing to make sacrifices for him.

But before Fang Mu could be moved by it, he heard Ling Moxing explain in a low voice: "It's normal, the teeth of many rats keep growing all their lives."

"If the teeth are not shortened or shortened in time, the teeth may grow out through the rat's gills, and some rats may starve to death because the teeth are too long to eat."

"So since it wants you to help it break its teeth, you can just help it directly. It happens to be mutually beneficial, and you don't have to have a psychological burden for it."

Hearing this, Fang Mu couldn't help but have a complicated expression: "..."

After all, it was wrong.

When Fang Mu looked at the big white mouse paralyzed in his arms again, he seemed to see an old man waiting for him to serve.

After Fang Mu trimmed the rat's teeth, watched the rat leisurely jump out of his arms, and ran not far away to look for food, the feeling of being ordered by the master became even stronger.

It wasn't until Fang Mu set his eyes on the pile of hard gold-based alienated materials on the ground that this illusion began to gradually dissipate.

Fang Mu happily picked up the gold-based materials one by one, and then took out the mutated rabbit bones and the bark of the python vine that had just been harvested not long ago, and burned the three into powder with spiritual fire.

After the spiritual fire disappeared, Fang Mu used his spiritual power to continue wrapping the three balls of powder to prevent them from drifting away, and by the way, he felt their respective weights.

After a little more deliberation, Fang Mu took out a part of each of the three groups of powder, mixed them with spiritual power, and put the rest into porcelain bottles separately.

Then, as the three powders mixed into one, Fang Mu took out the python vine juice he collected earlier, poured the juice into the black gold powder and stirred it.

After the powder mixed with the liquid gradually hardened and solidified, Fang Mu finally wrapped the solid to be formed with spiritual power, and pressed the opponent directly into the mold collected in advance.

After confirming that the gaps in the mold were tightly pressed, Fang Mu raised a cluster of weak spiritual fire with a stippling brush, leaving a thin layer of spiritual power to wrap the outer layer of the mold, and then randomly put the whole mold into it. Roasted in the flames.

In the end, Fang Mu withdrew most of his spiritual power and did not plan to pay close attention to it for the time being, leaving a touch of spiritual consciousness to control the heat and the protective layer of spiritual power outside the mold.

"What does this do?"

Ling Moxing watched the villain busy with great interest. If he didn't know that exotic plants and animals could not be eaten, he would have thought that the villain was doing some dark cooking.

"It's an ink stick. Using the ink ground out of it to paint is better than using ordinary ink."

Fang Mu sat cross-legged on the spot and adjusted his breath for a while, and when his breath calmed down, he turned his attention to making level cards again.

At this time, Fang Mu's pile of papers collected before will come into play.

Fang Mu took out part of the paper and the powder of exotic animals and plants that had just been put into the porcelain bottle and put them beside him. After adjusting the ratio of paper and powder with spiritual power, Fang Mu poured half a bottle of powder on the powder and paper. Mutated rabbit blood.

Before the blood was about to touch the powder and paper, Fang Mu used his spiritual consciousness to precisely disperse the blood into small round drops of blood, and then controlled those blood drops to infiltrate evenly on each piece of paper, and then submerged into each piece of paper. In a cloud of powder.

As the blood droplets fused with the paper, the powder gradually became sticky due to the blood.

Seeing this, Fang Mu quickly spread the powder evenly on the front and back of each piece of paper while the sticky powder had not yet solidified, and then glued and folded the wet paper pieces together. Several initially formed thick white cards were suspended.

Just at this time, the ink ingot had been dried, so Fang Mu took out the mold, wrapped the white card with spiritual power, and put the white card together into the spiritual fire.

While waiting for the white card to be formed, Fang Mu did not sit idle, but opened the mold and poured the ink ingots into his hand to observe.

The ink ingot is rectangular, with elegant pine and cypress patterns engraved on it, the whole body is ink purple, but it faintly shimmers with golden light in the sun.

Fang Mu looked at the fine ink ingot in his hand, played it back and forth for a while, and then slowly took out the inkstone with the corner of his lips, added water and began to grind it.

When a layer of black ink slowly rose from the inkstone, the white light in the spiritual fire shone slightly, and several white cards that seemed to be coated with a layer of bright enamel flew directly into Fang Mu's hands under Fang Mu's guidance. And the spirit fire that was still burning slowly dissipated.

"It came just fine."

Fang Mu counted dozens of intermediate white cards in his hand, took out a palm-sized white card and put it on his lap, then took some paint brushes to stain a little ink, and with a slight movement of his wrist, the smooth surface of the white card was Gradually outline a high wall made of green bricks.

But with the appearance of the high wall, the beads of sweat on Fang Mu's forehead became more and more conspicuous.

"Sure enough, it's still a bit reluctant..."

Fang Mu wiped the sweat from his forehead helplessly, and suddenly he lifted the tip of the pen, and ended the painting ahead of schedule.

At the same time, a card with a clear brick wall also jumped into the eyes of Fang Mu and Ling Moxing.

"Xiao Mu, you are already very powerful."

Ling Moxing gently rubbed the villain's head to comfort him, and now he has a general understanding of the setting of the game world.

Just like when he saw the villain draw edible buns directly before, if this wall is released from the card by the villain, it should be no different from the high wall that ordinary people slowly piled up .

Even because of the villain's exquisite materials, this wall will only be stronger and thicker than usual.

But the villain is obviously not without cost.

Just look at the appearance of the villain who is sweating profusely and with white lips after painting this wall. The villain must have consumed a lot to make such a high wall.

He had no doubt that if the villain was strong enough, he might be able to draw a complete house with just one stroke of his pen.But now the villain finds it difficult to even paint a wall, let alone build a whole mansion in one go.

Presumably the villain will feel discouraged, and it is precisely because of this.

"Well, we can only take it slowly."

Fang Mu took out a petal of the cold lotus, washed it and swallowed it, and when most of the spiritual power in his body recovered, he called the white rat basking in the sun to dig the foundation for him.

In fact, before he made the cards, he should have called the white mice over to do coolies for him.

But after all, he is not strong enough now, and it is still difficult for him to do two things with one mind, let alone let him add a guiding white mouse to do three things with one mind.

Although the mutated white rat has a little spirituality, it will unconsciously get close to the owner after it has an owner.But no matter how close it is, the white mouse cannot avoid the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

If it was just a harmless act of clipping the nails of a white mouse, even if Fang Mu didn't need to use his consciousness or spiritual power to guide him, he could do it only by relying on the interaction between humans and mice.

But if Fang Mu didn't guide Fang Mu to the hard work of digging the foundation for himself, the white mouse would be able to run away and disappear in the blink of an eye.

While the white mice were diligently digging, Fang Mu adjusted his breath for a while, then picked up the pen again and began to draw the black and blue brick wall.

But this time, the brick wall on the white card was sketched very short, and Fang Mu could continue to draw the next one without taking a break after finishing one.

Since the use of cards also consumes spiritual power, Fang Mu stopped writing after using up half of the white cards, and instead used the spiritual energy on the concrete brick wall.

So Ling Moxing just lowered his head and drank the nutrient solution, and when he raised his eyes again, he saw——

On the bumpy valley, a dirty little man was leaning against the jagged low brick wall and gnawing on the buns.

The small arms and legs look like miserable child laborers who have been squeezed out in a construction site.