The card person I raised is reborn

The resplendent and resplendent restaurant is luxuriously and elegantly decorated, and the old and the young are sitting in it and having breakfast in a harmonious atmosphere.

The old man had white hair and a childlike face, dressed in the most popular dark gold casual clothes nowadays, and was full of energy.The young man sitting opposite the old man was wearing a straight black shirt with a slightly indifferent expression.

"I heard that the youngest of the Qian family has been in the game cabin for a month and hasn't come out. Haohao, do you think this game is really so attractive?"

Without waiting for the young man to reply, the old man continued to mutter on his own: "And the Li family, I heard that the scandal has become a gossip magazine again? Among the young people of this generation, there is no one who is as proud as we are. Proud."

"But you young man, you should play more when it's time to play, otherwise when you get older like me, you won't be able to play even if you want to!"

Ling Moxing listened to the old man's daily ramblings and various hints that he was not young enough, and slowly put down the tableware in his hand.

Taking a wet towel from the robot who came to collect the tableware and wiped the corners of his mouth, Ling Moxing said slowly, "Grandpa, I'm done eating, you take your time."

"I'll go back to my room to deal with work."

As if casually, Ling Moxing added before leaving, "Speaking of which, some games are really interesting."

"Alright, let's go."

The old man nodded subconsciously, and when Ling Moxing's back was no longer visible, he realized what the other party said last, and suddenly his eyes widened.

Are the iron and iron trees blooming? !

While the old man over there was still shocked and delighted by Ling Moxing's remarks, Fang Mu here, who was only wearing a tattered bloody coat, had just woken up.

"hiss."

As soon as he regained consciousness, the itching and tingling almost all over his body became impossible to ignore again.

Fortunately, it seems that because of the good rest environment last night, Fang Mu found that his injury was not as serious as in his previous life.

Realizing this, Fang Mu couldn't help but loosen his tightly knit brows slightly.

In this way, it will be much easier for him when he goes out to look for food or medicine.

Then he forced himself to get used to the pain on his body as soon as possible, so that Fang Mu had the energy to pay attention to changes outside of himself.

The vigilance that Fang Mu has cultivated since the end of the world, the first thing Fang Mu noticed was the quilt covering his belly, followed by the screams and roars from the outside world.

Did he put the quilt on unconsciously after he fainted last night?

Fang Mu was taken aback for a moment, and forgot about it without thinking deeply.

Just thinking that the quilt was covered by Fang Wen, Fang Mu immediately lifted the quilt with some disgust, propped up the bed and sat up.

Even though he has experienced the apocalypse where resources are scarce, Fang Mu understands that any material should be cherished, but he can treat the things used by the Fang family without prejudice, and he thinks that he does not have the kindness to do so.

Just look at Fang Wen's spacious and warm house, sheltered from wind and rain, and then think about the dilapidated woodshed he used to live in that was not as warm as a pigsty...

——The better things the Fang family uses, the harder it is for him to contain the evil thoughts in his heart.

Before the apocalypse, he might still need to worry about the so-called filial piety and ethics, but now that it is the apocalypse, even if he kills Fang's family, no one will notice.

Concentrating his eyes and calming down his mood, Fang Mu walked towards Fang Wen's bookcase and slowly searched for it.

Among other things, Fang Wen really has a lot of books.

The Fang family is not a wealthy family, and his father Fang Laoshu is no more than a mere carpenter, and it is not bad to be able to support a family of four excluding Fang Mu.

It can be seen that Fang's family can afford Fang Wen's education, which must be full of strange things.

Fang Mu's mother is the only daughter of a widower old carpenter, not to mention the rich dowry, the old carpenter is also a master who taught Fang old woodworking skills.

The kindness and respect here are not in vain.

But even so, after Fang Mu's mother died in childbirth, Fang Laoshu married Liu Lihua's successor within a few days. From then on, Fang Mu gradually endured hunger and cold under the harsh treatment of Fang Liu's mean stepmother grow up.

Fang Mu, who grew up a bit, could only do all the heavy work at home, and at the same time go up the mountain to chop wood and firewood, without stopping at all.

And every time he finishes his work, the only thing he can eat is leftovers that cannot fill his stomach, and sometimes there are even no leftovers.

Fang Mu thought that he was so exhausted, Fang Laoshu would at least pass on the carpentry skills to him - after all, Fang Laoshu also learned carpentry from his relatives and grandparents.

However, the fact is that he has gained nothing except that he is hungry every day and often suffers from exhaustion.

But the two children Fang Liu gave birth to can do nothing——

One Fang Wen was sent directly to the school to study, while the other Fang Wu could naturally stay at home and learn from Fang Laoshu the skills he couldn't dream of.

Even if he has not eaten any normal food in this family for many years, he has done countless jobs for the Fang family every day for many years, and saved the Fang family an unknown amount of money...

Even if his biological mother's dowry was already something that Fang Laoshu would not be able to earn back in half his life...

In the end, apart from getting the notoriety of being a relative, he still couldn't get what he couldn't get before!

Since then, Fang Mu has completely seen his position in the family, understood what it means to ask for others rather than himself, and no longer have those unnecessary expectations.

And the facts proved that his decision was correct.

Even if he sneaked a peek, what Fang Wen and Fang Wu knew in the end, Fang Mu would also know the same thing!

After he learned to hunt in the mountains, Fang Mu never went hungry again.

On the contrary, it was because he no longer worked hard, the Fang family left his free labor, and the dowry of Fang Musheng's mother was spent to the bottom, the life of the Fang family became tighter every day.

Fang Mu thought of the past, and now he looked at Fang Wen's bookshelf on the bookcase, his eyes were full of disdain.

This is the child who spent almost all of his biological mother's dowry to support him?

It turned out that Fang Wen read dirty books every day, no wonder he failed to pass the exam for so many years.

Fang Mu sneered, glanced at the unsightly books, collected the papers he could use on the bookcase, and then walked to the desk and sat down.

Fortunately, although he still has a low fever at this time, his situation is much better than his high fever in the previous life.

But it is also because his body has not healed that he has to borrow foreign objects if he wants to make cards.

After carefully folding and flattening the ten sheets of paper, and waiting for them to become a whole sheet of thick white cardboard, Fang Mu slowly polished the ink, and then focused on mobilizing the spiritual energy in his body.

In the blink of an eye, there was an extra jade pen in Fang Mu's hand.

I saw Fang Muti dipping his pen in ink, and then turning his wrist, the tip of the jade pen landed on the white cardboard.

As the tip of the pen lightly outlined the shape of a bun on the paper, when it was invisible to the naked eye, the aura around Fang Mu also surged violently.

Immediately afterwards, the thick white cardboard seemed to have some powerful attraction, swallowing up all the ink stained on the tip of the jade pen.

Then a pale white light flashed, and the thick cardboard with a white bun painted on it stood upright in front of Fang Mu.

So through a transparent screen...

It was rare for Ling Moxing, who was fishing at work, to see the villain draw an ink bun on paper with a pen, but in the blink of an eye, that ink bun turned into a white soft three-dimensional bun?

Before Ling Moxing figured out the connection between these two buns.

Then he saw the villain on the screen grabbing the piece of paper and staring blankly for a while, then the paper disappeared. Instead, a huge bun occupied the palm of the villain? ?

How weird is this game...

Ling Moxing frowned in confusion, and soon his attention was drawn to the villain again.

At this time, the villain was holding the bun that was bigger than his face with two small hands, and was sitting there earnestly, slowly nibbling on the big bun.

Ling Moxing stared intently at the villain's swollen cheeks for a while, endured it, but still couldn't help reaching out, and lightly poked the villain's fleshy cheek.

"Well?!"

Like a frightened cat, Fang Mu suddenly jumped a few steps away from his seat.

Fang Mu scanned his surroundings vigilantly, and at the same time, he did not forget to take a few mouthfuls of the big buns he held in his hands from time to time.

After the whole bun was eaten, Fang Mu still didn't notice anything unusual.

Hiccupping lightly, Fang Mu only thought that the feeling of being touched on his cheek just now was his illusion.

With enough energy to fill his stomach, Fang Mu also has the energy to plan for his injury.

Raising his hand to touch his slightly hot forehead, Fang Mu rolled up his sleeves and looked at the welt marks on his arm.

But I saw that the wound that should have been bleeding pus had already formed a thick scab.

"?!"

Suspicious, Fang Mu quickly lifted up his clothes and looked at the wounds on other parts of his body. They were also scabbed.

Fang Mu suddenly found that his wound was nearly healed, although Fang Mu was pleasantly surprised - after all, as long as he pays attention not to let the wound tear, his actions will not be hindered too much...

But more thoughts arose in his heart, but he was still anxious.

No one knows his physical condition better than him.

He was just reborn, and he didn't suddenly get any rare treasure.In any case, he is just a mortal now.

As far as his physical fitness is concerned, the injuries he suffered shouldn't heal so quickly.

In an instant, the quilt that he had covered in the morning appeared in Fang Mu's mind again, as well as the sense of touch that he had just had suddenly.

Then contact the end of the world where there are all kinds of monsters and ghosts now...

Fang Mu glanced at the room he was in in surprise.

Could it be... There are ghosts?

Fang Mu shuddered suddenly at the thought.

In a daze, Fang Mu only felt that the room had become gloomy.

But even if there is a ghost, looking at the things that ghost has done, it must be a ghost?

Fang Muqiang suppressed his palpitations, and was about to go out to find some herbs for fever, when he felt very clearly that someone poked his cheek hard.

[...Ahhh!Ghost! ! 】

On the screen, a line of bold red bullet screens slowly slid over the head of a stiff, dignified villain.

Looking at the villain whose face remained calm even though the panic in his head had turned into a barrage, Ling Moxing finally couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

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The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 salted fish Chuchuchuchu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!