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

Because the dwarves have a custom that when a dwarf man wants to marry a dwarf woman, the length of his beard must be able to circle the dwarf woman's waist. This means that dwarf women cannot grow like buckets, but at the same time, the dwarf woman's dowry is gold of the same weight as herself. Therefore, dwarves prefer women who are as fat as possible while satisfying the beard and waist circumference. Therefore, in terms of body, if a dwarf woman does not have an ugly face, she is basically a small and plump loli.

While dwarf men consider beards to be beautiful, dwarf women consider the smoothness of their braids to be beautiful. Therefore, the hair quality of dwarf women is often envied by humans, and there are no stereotypes such as bearded women, bridge pier women, and dwarfs.

Therefore, the dwarves' surprise was justified. In their view, it was unimaginable that so many opposite sexes would revolve around one human being. After all, a considerable number of dwarves were bachelors, and some of them shared wives. Only a small number of dwarves had their own wives, including the upper class such as the dwarf city lord. Even the dwarf king had only one queen.

Fang Qingyun had just found a seat for everyone to sit down when he found the looks from other people a little unbearable. To be honest, he originally wanted to show everyone the world, but except for Antina who ran out with two maids to chat with the dwarves, the remaining three people were not interested in anything else. Kikuchiyo was looking affectionate, Ulysse was biting her leg silently, and Viola seemed to be trimming her nails, but in fact her attention was always on Fang Qingyun.

In such an awkward situation, Fang Qingyun finally waited for Daryl to come to his rescue. Seeing the familiar Daryl, Fang Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief. Daryl saw that Fang Qingyun was sitting in such a remote place, and patted his chest and said that there would be a slapping competition and arm wrestling competition later, and he would go to find a special seat that could accommodate Fang Qingyun and his group, so that they could observe the treasure of dwarf culture up close.

While waiting, Fang Qingyun heard Antina's voice: "Don't touch me, hooligan!"

The maid who had broken her hand to show Antina stood in front of Antina, and the other maid who followed her out showed the submachine gun in her hand. The safety of the submachine gun was already on and ready to shoot at any time. This sudden situation made the dwarves around stand up one after another, but fortunately they were not tall, so standing up would not affect Fang Qingyun's vision.

Fang Qingyun jumped up from his seat with a bang, and strode forward like a steamroller running at full power, squeezing the crowd in front of him all over the place. Viola and Kikuchiyo who followed behind him had frosty faces. Only Yulis looked like she was enjoying the show, but when her frog leg was squeezed off in the dense crowd, Yulis followed angrily.

Chapter 322: Move your heart and endure your nature, and increase your ability

Fang Qingyun's expression was not very scary, just stiff. He rushed forward with unstoppable momentum to Antina, where a weak noble was trying to do something, his face flushed and his eyes blurred, it was obvious that he was drunk.

"What's going on?" Fang Qingyun turned his back to the noble and held Antina in front of him. His stiff face softened a little. Viola then comforted Antina with a kind face and a full motherly temperament. Kikuchiyo drew her sword directly amid the unbelievable expressions of the drinkers next to her. The shining sword light and the slight sound of the sword being unsheathed made the onlookers retreat two or three steps away in unison. Even the companions of the noble were no exception. They instantly squeezed the troublesome noble out of the crowd.

The two or three steps back almost made Ulyss suffocate. She struggled hard and even used her horns to block her position. She finally managed to get out with the help of a hot-blooded dwarf.

Looking at the area of ​​clothing covering Ulysse, which was almost as if she were not wearing anything, the drunk noble, with a breath of alcohol in his mouth, laughed and took crooked steps, and reached out his hand towards Ulysse's buttocks, but was quickly slapped away by the maid who followed behind.

Fang Qingyun understood everything after seeing this scene, but he still chose to listen to what Antina said. Just now, Antina was chatting with the dwarves near the bar under the protection of two maids. Quite a lot of dwarves had a certain goodwill towards this young and energetic girl. After all, it was rare to find humans who were polite to dwarves and did not make any mistakes.

What happened next was something they could not tolerate. The drunk noble, relying on the two cups of horse urine he had drunk, instantly lost himself and sat down on a vacant seat left by a dwarf when he went to the toilet. With a mouth full of alcohol, he started to chat with Antina, and even after being stopped, he continued to make advances on her. Finally, while serving the wine, he pinched Antina's face.

This is also the reason why Antina shouted "hooligan". She was already nauseated by the nobleman's alcohol, and she had to listen to the nobleman bragging about being the heir to the viscount, how noble he was, and how it was a blessing to be favored by him. She would then reach the pinnacle of her life and her struggle would end there. If the maid had not stopped her, perhaps the drunken viscount would have had more than just his face pinched.

Originally, the dwarves around had a bad attitude towards the Viscount's heir. Acting crazy when drunk was considered extremely rude among the dwarves. For the dwarves who were almost brought up in wine barrels, they knew exactly what happened after drinking too much. Using being drunk as an excuse for one's own outrageous behavior was undoubtedly an insult to wine. Therefore, when Antina finished saying all that, the dwarves around had the urge to get angry at the Viscount's heir.

"Apologize!" Fang Qingyun comforted Antina, and the moment he turned his head, his cheerful expression turned into a glare. He spat out those words coldly, his face was frosty, and the anger in his eyes was almost ready to devour someone. However, at this moment, he still maintained basic rationality. If the viscount heir apologized to Antina, the matter could be let go.

Seeing Fang Qingyun's muscular figure, the heir sobered up half way, but it was very difficult for him, as an heir and a young man, to lower his head. His eyes were blurry and he didn't know where he was looking. He said sorry staggeringly and sneered after he finished speaking. His lips, twisted by the paralysis of alcohol, opened to both sides, looking like the Chinese character "首".

That action was more of a provocation than an apology, the kind of provocation that said "I've already apologized, what else do you want me to do?" Fang Qingyun narrowed his eyes. The onlookers were excited. Some of the drunk dwarves stretched their arms, stood up from their seats, and stared at the heir with unfriendly eyes.

Daryl finally squeezed out of the crowd and rushed to Fang Qingyun's side in two steps. He almost couldn't keep up with Fang Qingyun's pace just now: "Don't fight here. Once a fight starts, you will be kicked off the airship. The same goes for Serxi..."

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to her." Fang Qingyun shook off Daryl's arm, nodded to him to indicate that he understood, and pulled Antina to his side. His cold expression and muscles that began to swell like a python swallowing food were the biggest threat.

The heir seemed to have heard a joke. He laughed out loud, tears streaming down his face. He pointed at Fang Qingyun and said, "You are worthy of this?"

Fang Qingyun felt that some of the words were very right. He would indeed laugh when he was angry. At this moment, Fang Qingyun felt the anger burning quietly in his chest. He did not respond to the heir's pointing and criticizing, but just watched the heir's performance quietly.

"You're holding a broken sword and you want to learn how to threaten people?" The heir was not frightened by Kikuchiyo's cold expression. Instead, he flicked Kikuchiyo's sword in an insulting manner. It was the blade that was flicked. If it was the blade, his finger would have been cut in two by now: "What's the matter? You're so arrogant with a few maids? Have you never seen a bar before?"

When he said this, the heir pouted his lips and twisted his body into a slanted position, his sarcasm was at its peak: "Do you think those muscles you've trained are useful? To get involved in this world, you need background. I've seen all the royal children, princes, dukes, marquises, and earls who are older than me and are obviously competitive in appearance in their portraits. So do you know why I'm not afraid of you? Because you're not in the portrait, garbage!"

Fang Qingyun was a little surprised. It seemed that anyone who managed to get the position of heir was not a fool. Although this heir was very arrogant, he had checked in advance the photos of all the characters he could not afford to offend to ensure that he would not offend them. This gave him the confidence to speak nonsense to Fang Qingyun.

It's just that he didn't know who he had offended. Fang Qingyun, who had seen all kinds of guns and even been beaten by demons from another world, had only a sad evaluation for such a person who only saw the world from a well. Now every word he said was increasing Fang Qingyun's anger. When the anger could no longer be suppressed, do you know what would happen?

Yulis, who had been hiding behind Fang Qingyun, took the opportunity when others were watching the show to squeeze out of the crowd and found Whitebeard who was looking for some free time in the small room behind the bar. This white-bearded dwarf had been hiding here since the farce happened. Yulis was not polite and stretched out her hand to Whitebeard with confidence: "Hey, Whitebeard, give me the worst wine and wine glass you have here."

Such words did not arouse Baixu's anger, but made him sigh. He rolled down from his seat and began to search in the kitchen: "Lord Julong, it would be better if you could remember my name."

Obviously, maybe to other dwarves, Ulyss was just an unfamiliar little girl, but to Whitebeard who had lived for so long and knew so many secrets, everything Ulyss had done for the dwarf cloning technology was a favor that the dwarves would remember for a lifetime. Not to mention a few swear words, even if she said that the current Supreme King's beard needed to be groomed, which was the ultimate insult to the dwarves, the High King would have to happily say that she was right.

"Let's talk about that little thing later. A fight is about to break out outside. The young man I like is about to start a fight with someone." Yulis took the half cup of stale wine handed to her by Baixu. The moldy smell almost made her vomit. She had to pinch her nose to endure the smell.

The glass was only half full of wine not because the worst wine was only half full, but because the glass was broken and could only hold half a cup of wine. The iron hoop that fixed the outside of the glass had a tendency to fall off, and the wooden board above was jagged as if it had been gnawed by mice.

"Well, Whitebeard, if the young man I like gets into a fight with someone else, don't let anyone chase him away." Yulis pinched her nose while holding the wine. This action made her voice sound a little strange. Even if she breathed through her mouth, she could vaguely feel the disgusting taste of the wine: "I know this is a bit difficult for you dwarves..."

"It's okay... leave it to me." Baixu returned to his seat, his two thick short legs unable to reach the ground: "I still have a say in matters on the airship."

"Thank you. I'll treat you to a good meal later. I found a particularly good chef today." Yulis gestured goodbye with her hand covering her nose, and then went out.

Baixu sighed and found a talkie hidden in the room. This was a communication device used to call the guards. In the past, when there was a riot in the bar and Baixu was unable to stop a large-scale fight, he would use this. He made a short-distance call to the captain's room: "Hello? It's me, Baixu. Don't worry about the things in the bar. The adult said not to worry about it. Please make an exception. OK, I'll buy you a drink later."

Not knowing whether this change was good or bad, Baixu put down the phone and sighed again.

“Alas…” The heir sighed, his saliva almost falling on the face of the person next to him when he smacked his lips: “I originally just wanted to take that green-haired girl away, but you dared to let me, the future viscount, apologize to you. I recognize your courage…”

These words obviously had a follow-up. Fang Qingyun was still waiting, waiting for the right opportunity. Seeing that Fang Qingyun did not react, the heir became even more arrogant, acting as if he had made a huge concession: "So, I'll take a loss, and you pack up all the women around you, including the maids, and kneel before me, then kowtow to me three times, and I won't bother with you about this matter..."

Daryl's eyes turned red at this time. It was obvious that even he couldn't stand this kind of insult. The other dwarves next to him also looked like they were sharpening their knives. If there was no restriction from that rule, they would have rushed forward long ago: "...I'll do it"

Daryl was going to help Fang Qingyun, but Fang Qingyun saw Yulis approaching cautiously with a wine glass in hand. He ignored the heir's noise and calmly held Daryl down as he did at the beginning: "Wait... the time is not right."

Although the tone was calm, Daryl felt an explosive force, just like the volcanic eruption he encountered when mining. At first there was only a slight vibration, but later it was an unstoppable burst of lava and volcanic ash.

Chapter 323: Slapping Contest Mandatory Competition Site

Fang Qingyun ignored the heir's chattering and focused his attention on Ulysse. Ulysse quickly squeezed in from outside the crowd, or perhaps because of the cup of stale wine in her hand, both humans and dwarves stayed away and naturally made way for her.

"What do you mean?" Fang Qingyun shrugged.

"I sold my reputation to get you this opportunity, remember to treat me to a big meal later." Yulis clearly didn't have to put in any effort, but she still had to act like she had gone through fire and water. She put the cup of rotten wine in Fang Qingyun's hand: "Now they won't pay attention to you, you can just beat that guy up, or use a more elegant way... For example, use this method to invite him to a slapping contest..."

"How?" Fang Qingyun raised his eyebrows. Now the opportunity for revenge was right in front of him, and he felt his anger.

"Pour the wine on that man's face..." Before Yulis finished her words, Fang Qingyun turned around. The chattering of the heir behind him made him very annoyed. He just wanted to teach that man a lesson. You can scold me, but you can't insult my family, no matter who it is.

Fang Qingyun grabbed the collar of the heir, who was trying to show his concession but was still making demands. He grabbed his clothes and twisted them hard to make sure they were tight enough to prevent him from struggling out. Then he lifted the heir up with one hand. When the heir screamed like a pig being slaughtered, none of his companions stepped forward and pretended to be stupid.

In other words, the heir's clothes were strong enough, otherwise Fang Qingyun would have grabbed the heir and he would have gone out naked on the spot.

Fang Qingyun pulled the heir up, but did not pour the wine directly on his face, as that would be unfair to his stubborn mouth. Fang Qingyun chose to torture him by cutting his flesh with a blunt knife. The stinky wine turned into a trickle and poured down from his head. He wanted to avoid it by turning his head, but Fang Qingyun's palm was like a pair of pliers. With a little force, the clothes in his hand tightened, leaving him no room to move.

The heir felt the disgusting rotten wine pouring drop by drop on his head, flowing down his hair, wetting his clothes and seeping into his underwear. The rotten stench almost made him vomit. He wanted to shake his head to splash the wine onto Fang Qingyun, but Fang Qingyun only needed to exert a little force to make his face twisted with pain and he couldn't speak.

The drinkers nearby stared at this scene in a daze. Only the dwarves looked excited. Daryl was one of them, because this set of operations was the most irresistible way for the dwarves to ask the other party to have a slapping contest with them without hurting the relationship. The lethality was comparable to saying to a friend from Northeast China at the table: "If you can't drink, just hold it in."

If you refuse at this time, you will basically not be able to raise your head in front of all the dwarves, and no one will bother to talk to you.

The wine was poured out and nothing could be poured out of the glass, but Fang Qingyun still did not put the heir down. He pinched the glass and shook it on the heir's face, letting the wine stuck to the wall of the glass splash onto the heir's face due to centrifugal force, and then he put the glass down. After this set of operations, the heir who was unable to struggle was like a chicken in front of Fang Qingyun.

Fang Qingyun did not put the heir down immediately. He waited silently for the wine to marinate the heir, then pulled him towards himself like throwing a sandbag, and said to the people behind the heir indifferently: "Everyone, make way."

The onlookers quickly made way for the way. Fang Qingyun gathered his strength and threw the heir out like a shot put. After the heir, who was covered in stinky wine, completed the feat of braking with his face, he got up from the ground, looked at his stinky appearance, and screamed like a duck being picked up. His hoarse voice almost deafened the ears of those around him.

Fang Qingyun put away his wine glass and was about to talk to Yulisi, but he found that the eyes of the people around him seemed a little strange, as if they were disappointed to see a strong man take off his clothes and reveal a muscle suit underneath.

Yulis reminded quietly: "You have to smash the cup on his face. The more broken the better... otherwise it won't be over."

Only then did Fang Qingyun understand what the crowd were disappointed about. It turned out that he had not completed the procedure, and others could still refuse the invitation to the slapping contest. So he bent down, turned around swiftly, stretched out his arms, twisted his waist, and the cup in his hand hit the still screaming heir as accurately as a cannonball, knocking the second half of his scream back into his stomach.

The wine glass was hit quite hard, and the heir flew out in a spin as if he jumped backwards. The wine glass, which was already very fragile, was smashed like flowers from heaven, and flying oak fragments were scattered everywhere. The iron hoop used to hold the wine glass broke into the ceiling under the huge force, and then fell onto the wooden floor, making a gurgling sound.

All the sounds in the tavern died away, leaving only the gurgling sound of the iron hoops and the faint wailing of the heir. The next second, both humans and dwarves cheered so loudly that it almost blew off the ceiling. They had thought that Fang Qingyun wanted to leave some room for him so that they could meet again in the future. Even though their family had been insulted like this, they still had to live in the end.

If he left a way out, other human nobles might understand, but the dwarves would think he was not a man. Now, he had completely offended a future viscount. This kind of revenge was quite to the dwarves' taste. As for the human nobles, why not watch others laugh at their jokes?

As a result, Fang Qingyun turned around to relax his vigilance, and the action of throwing the cup back was as smooth as a professional bowler. The smashed wood fragments and splashing iron hoops all showed the ferocity of this attack. This was also the result of Fang Qingyun holding back. Otherwise, his full-strength throw would probably be like a cannonball, and the noble would really only have the upper half of his body left. If the noble really died, even the dwarf would not be able to help Fang Qingyun end it.

After doing all this, Fang Qingyun felt refreshed all over. The anger that had just been caused by some idiot attacking his family was swept away... Maybe it was not completely cleared up, but it was almost there. After all, there was still the slapping contest to come. With Fang Qingyun's level, the so-called heir's head didn't fly out after one slap, which showed that he used glue well.

Fang Qingyun returned to the team, touched Antina's head, and said softly: "Don't worry, tell me who bullies you, and I will definitely vent your anger for you."

Antina looked at her hands, wondering if it was a good idea to tell Fang Qingyun about the incident. If she had been more tolerant at the time, would the incident not have become so serious? Seeing that Antina was doubting herself, Fang Qingyun, who had been through that age, rubbed Antina's head a little harder: "If you are bullied, just speak up. Some people are just bullies. It's better for everyone to face it together than for you to face it alone."

Antina jumped up, lay in Fang Qingyun's arms, and kissed him on the face. Fang Qingyun touched his face in surprise, then touched Antina's head with a smile. As a sister, it is normal for her to be close to her brother.

"I'm sorry for making you two feel wronged," Fang Qingyun apologized to Kikuchiyo and Viola. A lack of patience can lead to big plans. If they acted rashly without saying hello, things would only go in an uncontrollable direction at a high speed. Fortunately, Yulis was fast enough, otherwise Fang Qingyun was not sure if he could suppress his anger. His temper had improved a lot because of his experiences. If he was the young and naive him before, he would definitely punch them and then think about the follow-up.

"It's okay, I support you." Viola showed an indifferent attitude towards the insults from ordinary people, just like would humans get angry because of the rude words of ants? Even if Viola really said something she didn't like to hear, she had a thousand ways to make this heir die silently, or even let his family die without a disease.

"I am just your sword and will obey all your commands." Kikuchiyo still had that warrior demeanor, which made Fang Qingyun unable to help but want to tease her. He was very curious. If he ordered Kikuchiyo to do something...not suitable for children with him, would Kikuchiyo still maintain this cold expression or would she become particularly attractive?

"Yulis?" Fang Qingyun called out to Yulis who was about to sneak away. At this moment, his expression was kind: "No matter what, thank you for your help."

"Hi." Yulis touched her head and pretended to be stupid. Only then did she have the aura of an elder: "I'm still not used to this kind of scene... No matter what, I'm going to eat three frog legs tonight."

"Frog legs are fine." Fang Qingyun had saved quite a few of his own, so he didn't have to worry about the supply of frog legs. "But if you want to eat something else, just tell the blue and green sisters."

"I'm not a child anymore." Yulis shook her head, and the broken horn almost scratched Fang Qingyun's hand: "Those two girls are not as old as me, don't think I'm young just because I don't call myself old. And instead of chatting with me, you'd better be prepared. That set of insults forces the opponent to play a slapping game with you."

"The two of them..." Fang Qingyun recalled the ages of Ximi and Ju'er. They had lived for at least a few hundred years, and at most a thousand years. "Who knows? As for preparations..."

While Fang Qingyun was chatting, he felt someone patting his butt. He turned around and saw that it was the bartender Baixu. He glanced at his watch and said, "It's about seven o'clock now. The slapping contest at eight o'clock is between you and that guy, if he is still sober. So don't be late, understand?"

Daryl jumped out happily and showed the watch on his wrist: "Don't worry, human friend, I'll help you tell the time."

Chapter 324: The Dwarf's Slap

"Wow... you threw that cup so coolly just now." Daryl looked very excited beside him. This dwarf had gotten rid of the original conservative appearance of this race and was like an excited monkey. Although it may be a bit insulting to say this, Daryl was indeed dancing with excitement at this moment.

He was really pissed off by the behavior of the so-called heir just now. Now the man opposite him was lying unconscious on the ground. Because of the stinking wine and his rude words, no dwarf around him was willing to help him up.

The nobles who were originally his companions pulled up their clothes in disgust to prevent themselves from being stained by wine when they squatted down. After ensuring that they would not be stained with any filth, they squatted beside the heir. This small detail shows that the heir is not the leader among them. If he were, those people would probably wish to be stained with some filth so as to show their "loyalty" in front of this heir.

If you take into account that this heir is far more arrogant than most people... the act of being contaminated by filth may be regarded by him as a sign of disrespect towards himself. He doesn't care why you are contaminated by filth. He only knows that you have dirt on your body when you come to help him. He will disdain the so-called help and forget the so-called kindness as soon as he turns his head. However, some people have to endure it because of this person's prominent background.

Soon, Fang Qingyun realized that his guess might be off base. The noble squatted beside the unconscious heir and slapped him twice. Fang Qingyun had already smashed the heir's head with a wine glass, causing it to bleed. The two slaps must have been quite powerful, as they hit the wound. The wound, which had originally been solidified and scabbed, broke open again, and blood flowed all over his face.

"It looks like they know their people did something wrong, so they beat them so hard," Daryl said with emotion as he watched the scene.

Fang Qingyun denied Daryl's statement and sneered, "It would be great if they thought so, but it's a pity that they only have the so-called noble glory in their heads. On the one hand, they beat him because they didn't want to get smelly in the tug of war, and on the other hand, it was because he brought shame to the nobles. In their eyes, I'm just a commoner, so this is a rebellion of the commoners against the nobles. The key is that the so-called heir lost miserably and brought shame to the nobles..."

Daryl shrugged his shoulders. "That's why some dwarves don't want to deal with the nobles. They're too roundabout. But similarly, there are similar situations among the dwarves. Some elders are really too stubborn. Older ones like Grandpa Whitebeard support the inventions and drive of young people. Only those elders who are neither young nor old like to draw a line between themselves and their past selves..."

"Every family has its own problems, doesn't it?" Fang Qingyun shrugged. This was obviously not the place to talk. Daryl found a table for everyone to sit down. Soon Baixu brought five beers and a drink to calm Antina down. Fang Qingyun took away Yulis's glass of wine. Although he didn't drink either, Yulis looked like she couldn't drink even a little. Yulis was not happy at first, until Fang Qingyun agreed to add frog legs.

"Darryl, I really treat you as a brother, so I have something to say to you." Fang Qingyun did not touch the wine in front of him. He was still not used to alcohol, which paralyzed people's reaction ability. "Don't be impulsive next time. I know you wanted to go out and help me..."

"I didn't expect you to have a backup plan, didn't I?" Daryl took a sip of wine and put the glass in front of himself: "If I had known you had a backup plan, I wouldn't have been so impulsive."

Fang Qingyun shook his head and raised a finger: "No, no, no, you've missed the point. After all, we've only known each other for one day. To become friends who can help each other in fights in just one day is a bit too hasty even for a human, and even more so for a dwarf. So next time you encounter something like this, just ignore it. What if that noble and I set a trap for you to fall into? You have to be on guard against this kind of thing. One day is not enough for you to see through a person. Only over time can true friends emerge."

"Why are your words similar to what our elders said? Grandpa Whitebeard said the same thing." Daryl drank the wine in front of him in a gulp in distress: "Could it be that I really did something wrong?"

"The evil of human nature is beyond your imagination..." Fang Qingyun shrugged his shoulders: "Although I don't want to preach, it's always good to be a little cautious. It's up to you anyway. The final solution will depend on you. It's your choice whether to be careful or not. I can only say that I have suffered a lot because of the problem of human life cycle."

"Forget it, let's talk about this later." Daryl waved his hand in a very casual manner, as if to put his distress behind him: "Let's watch the game first, just so you can understand the rules."

Fang Qingyun picked up the wine glass in front of him. As he used to wear glasses, he always had an urge to push his glasses off, but without them, he could only hold up the wine glass. His palms were big enough anyway, so he pinched the rim of the glass with five fingers from top to bottom, holding the glass in front of the lower half of his face, and observing the surrounding situation through the gaps between his fingers with his two eyes.

The heir who was lying on the floor just now was now half awake, with a bloody head and two symmetrical palm prints on his face. His expression was still that of a drunken man, his eyes were blurry and he could not sit steadily in his seat, swaying from side to side. If no one had supported him, he would have fallen down long ago.

Fortunately, the summoning of followers was allowed on the airship, so the other nobles hurriedly summoned their followers to act as butlers and maids, and changed the heir into clean clothes. However, there was no time for the heir to wash his hair. On the one hand, the competition would start in only an hour, and on the other hand, the heir's hair was relatively long, and when it was let down vertically, it could cover his neck, like Professor Snake in Harry Potter.

The heir usually used various precious potions for maintenance. Now that his hair was stained by the rancid wine, it would not be possible to save it in a short time. He could only drink the sobering soup brought by someone else's maid while enduring the stinky wine. It was even a question whether he could fully sober up before the competition. After Fang Qingyun took a few more glances, he put down the wine glass as if nothing had happened and continued to look at the slapping contest that Daryl pointed out to him.

The first game seemed to be a competition between two dwarves. Fang Qingyun felt Daryl's kindness because he had a wide view from the table where he was sitting and could see every detail of the two dwarves.

Unlike Fang Qingyun, the two dwarves did not have any so-called deep hatred. They seemed to be just opponents drawn by lot. In order to create something to set the mood, the two dwarves first had an evenly matched arm wrestling match.

The strong muscles, bulging blood vessels, protruding blue veins on the head, the excited shouts and cheers of the onlookers, Fang Qingyun even regretted whether it was a good choice to bring Antina here, but Antina seemed to be watching with great interest, which made Fang Qingyun feel a little relieved.

In the end, the arm wrestling contest between the two dwarves ended in a tie, which allowed Fang Qingyun to witness the brute force of the dwarves' bodies. Although the dwarves are only about 1.23 meters tall, their weight is similar to that of normal humans, and most of their bodies are solid and powerful muscles. When the two dwarves started arm wrestling, it was like two bridge piers with legs competing for strength.

Soon, the game moved on to the next round, a serious slapping contest. When it comes to the ability to withstand blows, Fang Qingyun is not inferior to anyone. After obtaining the Hell Lava Armor, he has heavy armor 3. Not to mention slaps, he has even been hit by bullets. A slap probably wouldn't even have a chance to impress him. But soon, he realized that he might have spoken a little too early.

The two dwarves hold their less-common hands together, which are usually their left hands, so that their right hands are free to slap each other. There are some rules for slapping each other. When slapping with the right hand, the left elbow must rest on the table, and the palm must be firmly clasped with the opponent's hand. You cannot pinch the opponent's hand so that the joints of the four fingers rub against each other, otherwise you will be directly judged as the loser.

When slapping someone, you have to do it one by one, you slap me and I slap you again, and slapping someone needs a process. You can't just slap each other endlessly like spinning a top. That would be of no viewing value to the dwarves.

Fang Qingyun watched the two dwarves clasp hands together. After the referee threw the lucky coin, he determined that one dwarf had the first move. Then, after a short period of charging, the dwarf could slap his opponent hard. This charging process was also very demanding and could not be too long, otherwise it would be considered cheating (extending the time to ease the swollen face).

The rough hand covered with calluses collided with the cheek, and the loud noise made people look sideways. After a brief silence, the bar erupted in cheers. Fang Qingyun's superhuman vision could see every detail of the muscle force, and could also see the process of the person's cheek floating. If an ordinary person came to get hit by this slap, a perforated eardrum would be the least of his problems, knocking out two teeth would be normal, and it was not impossible for him to be beaten to death.

The dwarf who was hit just shook his head. The rough skin on his face was slightly red, but not even swollen. He recovered quickly, or rather, he did not feel the power of the slap at all. He shouted wildly and fought fiercely, saying that he could fight the dwarf opposite him for the rest of his life. Then the two sides exchanged the initiative, and it was the dwarf's turn to hit the opponent.

Fang Qingyun watched the two dwarves fight for about twenty rounds, until one of the dwarves was beaten in the face so badly that he could hardly open his eyes. Even after being beaten so badly, the losing dwarf did not lose the ability to take care of himself, but his voice became more muffled.

Maybe this is the dwarf.

Chapter 325: The Earl's Son's Countermeasures

When the heir woke up, it was already 7:30 in the evening, less than half an hour before the slapping contest started. It was not known whether it was because of the wine glass or the two slaps, but the heir still had stars in his eyes. Everything around him switched between clarity and blur with his breathing. The bizarre scene made him feel as if he was living in a dream.

But soon, with two crisp sounds and pain on his cheeks, the heir's vision finally focused. Now that he had come to his senses, he felt as if two layers of skin had been added to his face, and the whole face seemed not to be his own, and the pain on his forehead was even more unbearable. He touched it lightly and found that his entire forehead was swollen, and the pain became more severe when touched.

"What's going on...what happened just now?" Now the heir's memory seemed to be still the moment before Fang Qingyun caught him and poured wine. The nobles who were in cahoots with him looked at each other and used a great memory recovery spell. The heir's memory and his cheeks rose like the water: "Stop, stop, stop, I remember, stop fighting!"

The heir's arrogance in front of Fang Qingyun was completely gone. Which of the nobles around him was not of the same level as him or even higher? He was not even in the top three among these nobles. This was why others dared to use the Great Memory Restoration Technique on him. With one punch, all his memories emerged.