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

"The match will start in half an hour. If nothing goes wrong, it will be between you and that barbarian country bumpkin... Do you have any way to get back at him?" The one who asked this question was the real leader of these nobles, the son of a border earl. Because his family is located on the border, having troops and relying on their own strength has become a kind of family business. Therefore, his family has more value than ordinary earls. This is why the earl's son became the leader of this aristocratic salon.

"Brother, I know you have a way, please help me." Due to the swollen face, the heir obviously had difficulty speaking. Trying to understand his actual thoughts from his swollen lips was probably as difficult as translating ancient texts.

The Earl's son had no intention of helping the heir at first. His behavior was too arrogant and often brought unnecessary risks to the nobles. In other words, the Earl's son did certain things "with the lights off", but the heir wanted to announce in front of everyone that he did it, and he offended people to death without leaving any room for them. This behavior brought him many assassination attempts, although they were all spur-of-the-moment and no one was injured, but the Earl's son had long wanted to draw a clear line with such a fool who was more likely to cause trouble than help.

It was the Earl's son's idea to make him memorize the portrait of the high-ranking person, but it was still of no use. This time, they, the nobles, hit a wall with humiliation. The key point was that this ruthless behavior not only left no way out for the other party, but also left no way out for themselves. If they admitted defeat here, they could not expect to hold their heads up in the aristocratic circle for the rest of their lives.

The shrewd Earl's son naturally had an idea in mind. He had already made up his mind. Anyway, this so-called heir family didn't have anything worth looking at. There was no secret realm, no special materials, and even no specialty products. There would be no loss if he kicked them out. Now he could make a small sacrifice...

The Earl's son, who had made up his mind, clapped his hands lightly. This action showed that there were ears on the other side of the wall. After all, they were now in a bar with people staring at them everywhere. If they said any plan in public, it would undoubtedly be an act of self-destruction. The only way to ensure that it would not be leaked was to have everyone listen closely.

"The dwarf slapping contest has a hidden special rule. If a contestant shows that his cheek is thoroughly swollen, he can replace his follower. Do you understand?" The Earl's son stated his plan. The previous memory recovery technique was not just to vent his anger, but also to exploit a loophole in the rules.

"The advantage of this rule is that as long as you win, everything is written off and you won't be slapped. But if you lose... you have to meet a request made by the other party before the game. You can bargain, but don't go back on your word after the dwarf signs the oath, otherwise you're dead and no one can save you." The earl's son gave many warnings, fearing that the heir would make big news again.

For blatantly breaking the rules in front of the most sworn dwarf, being thrown directly from the airship was a light punishment.

"...But, but the mana I have cultivated is only two mana. If a two-cost minion encounters that barbarian, the probability of losing is probably quite high." The heir became excited. It seemed that this action affected his wound. His face, which was swollen like a pig's head, became distorted due to a series of reactions.

"It's okay. I have a good idea. You know, the way to win the slapping contest is not to cause a lot of damage to the opponent, but to do the opposite and make the opponent let go of your hand or leave the seat... What's more, the special abilities of some followers are not reflected in the cards themselves, such as this card..." The Earl's son showed one of his cards.

[Painful Demon (Purple Quality), 4-1-4]

[Minion Card - Demon Family - Demon]

[When this minion deals damage or is damaged, you draw a card]

The attributes of this card are not excellent. Its main value is to replenish the hand. It can draw cards both when causing damage and when receiving damage. This means that no matter this minion is actively attacking or being attacked by an enemy minion, it can not only cause damage to the enemy, but also receive counter-damage from the minion, so it can directly draw two cards.

However, its attributes are really too poor, and it can be easily targeted and removed by spells. It is a card that is easy to lose money after being played.

"Don't underestimate her because she can only do a little damage. This follower has a strong ability to inflict pain. With just the slightest touch, the unbearable pain can make a strong man roll on the ground in pain, as if a thousand needles were pricking his body. If she uses a whip, she can even whip a person to death with one whip," explained the Earl's son.

"Boss is really awesome. He knows everything about this." The nobles nearby were obviously a little skeptical about the information known by the Earl's son, but they couldn't say it out loud, so they could only boast indirectly.

"After all, I have experimented on people. After being whipped, they howled until the next day. The whole person started to tremble when they saw the long thing. The person was crippled." The earl's son laughed, and the melancholy handsome guy's face was full of cold smiles. "This slap is enough to make the barbarian's mouth, nose and eyes ooze liquid. As long as he lets go of your hand, you win. Even if he can withstand one slap, how much strength can he exert? The next slap will make him completely out of control."

"But I only have two mana points." The heir discovered a big problem that could not be avoided. People who cultivated two mana points actually have eight mana units of mana, which is enough for them to cast four two-cost spells or summon two two-cost minions, but it is not enough to summon four-cost minions.

In reality, summoning a three-cost minion requires nine mana units, and summoning a four-cost minion requires sixteen units. The heir's own mana is simply not enough.

This is why the box with three mana crystals is much rarer than the box with two mana crystals. The former can hold twenty-seven mana units, which is three cubed, while the latter can only hold eight mana units. The mana of the former is more than three times that of the latter. Therefore, don’t underestimate the difference, as the mana value increases, the difference will increase.

"It's okay, I'm prepared." The Earl's son took off his card box, and the two mana crystals on it sparkled. "Two mana crystals can provide eight mana units. Counting your eight, it's enough to summon a four-cost minion. Anyway, those dwarves can't tell who it belongs to... Hurry up and take off yours for me. Time is running out."

The heir felt more confident, but he was still a little worried: "But what if the opponent throws the lucky coin first? What if he slaps the demon of pain to death?"

"How is that possible?" The nobles around him burst into laughter, and the laughter made the heir's heart change slightly: "Are you saying that the power of his slap can match the attack of most four-cost minions?"

"It doesn't matter if he strikes first... Pain can be transmitted through touch. I didn't say that touch is limited to a certain part..." The Earl's son was confident: "No matter what, this is a dead end for that barbarian."

"So what should we do next?" The heir was relieved. Now he seemed to have imagined Fang Qingyun kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly. When he thought of the scene of the other party offering those women with both hands, and then thought of the scene of those women being forced to beg for mercy, he felt extremely excited.

"I think... maybe it's to prevent you from being eliminated for cheating? After all, this strategy requires the followers to be allowed to work." The Earl's son smiled, and that smile reminded the heir of a wild wolf with bared teeth, full of malice and teasing before tearing people apart.

The other nobles around looked at each other tacitly, and rolled up their sleeves, rubbing their hands in anticipation. After all, this matter was caused by the heir in every way. Otherwise, they, the nobles, would not have lost their elegance and dignity.

In fact, from this perspective, these nobles have already revealed their true nature. For the so-called aristocratic dignity and elegance, they can do everything that does not conform to this definition, such as beating and threatening, but once it is put on the table, they will return to their previous elegant appearance of drinking tea and chatting.

After a memory restoration session for ten people, even the heir thought that he definitely met the most demanding dwarf's definition of a swollen face. After all, he couldn't even open his eyes now.

Chapter 326: That's it? Not even as good as one finger of my Ximi!

When the competition started, accompanied by the ringing of the bell for the contestants to take their positions, the first two dwarves in the competition came down from the "ring" laughing at each other. The so-called ring was nothing more than a high table and chair. The chair was even higher than Fang Qingyun's waist. Fang Qingyun had to straddle himself to get up. As for the dwarves, they had to jump and support themselves to get up.

The high table is used to place arms. In order to ensure that every slap has sufficient lethality and is not limited by restricted movements, the height of the table and chair can be adjusted. Even dwarves can be "on an equal footing" with humans in a physical sense.

Daryl shouted from below: "We believe in you, human brother!"

This remark caused the dwarves below to fall silent for a short while, but soon there was a louder cheer. Amid the cheers, the host, a dwarf dressed in bookish clothes, or rather, he might have been dressed in bookish clothes, but his sturdy body made the clothes seem to wrap around him.

The host walked to the "ring" and introduced Fang Qingyun to all the audience: "So, this guy over here is our human brother who just performed the sacred slap challenge ceremony. He threw the cup and broke it into an astonishing 27 pieces, setting a new record for this event!"

The cheers in the bar paused for a moment, and then became even louder, mixed with countless voices of "Human boy, I'll buy you a drink." The previous record was twenty-four dollars, and this time it jumped up by three dollars, becoming twenty-seven dollars. Everything these dwarves witnessed will be recorded in history books, and this incident will be enough for them to brag about for a year.

"So, this one over here is our... well, I don't know how to put it. Anyway, there are too many titles of nobility on the human side. In a word, he is a noble gentleman!" The host obviously did not have a good impression of the heir. Amid the boos, drinking and talking, the heir who came on stage was swollen like a pig's head. This outfit actually won him a lot of attention.

"Dwarves don't have so many titles," Daryl shouted from below. He was undoubtedly on Fang Qingyun's side, so it was normal for him to cheer for Fang Qingyun. However, Fang Qingyun was also a noble, although he had fallen on hard times. "We only bow to knowledge, age, and the length of beards. Those who rely on the things of the older generation to bully others are not even worthy of a bad beard!"

The other dwarves laughed loudly, and the host made no attempt to stop them, which made the heir look even more unfriendly. He glared at the dwarves angrily, but received more contemptuous looks in return. No matter how he performed this time, his viscounty would pay the price for his action.

Fang Qingyun could no longer recognize the heir. He had no impression of the pig-headed man in front of him. It was not until he looked at him with a resentful look that Fang Qingyun felt the familiar emotion, a large amount of resentment plus a small amount of fear, which made him sure that the man opposite him was still the heir who had been hit by a wine glass from him.

But Fang Qingyun clearly remembered that he didn't use too much strength, and at most his face was a little swollen. How could it be swollen like this?

Yulis next to her had noticed something was wrong. She wanted to rush up to tell Fang Qingyun, but was stopped by Daryl: "Hey, hey, hey, Miss Longren, don't go up there. Going up at this time will only make you the target of public criticism. The sacred competition has already begun."

Ulysse didn't dare to struggle, for she was afraid of accidentally hurting Daryl. She also couldn't tell Daryl directly that the dwarf owed her a favor. After all, only an elder like Whitebeard knew about such things. But she was also constrained by Daryl's kindness, so she stopped where she was in anxiety and helplessness.

"Tell me anything you want." Viola showed the leeway of a lady. She gently nodded to Ulis's ear, suggesting that she had a way to contact Fang Qingyun. Ulis was certainly not a fool. Someone who had lived for so long and couldn't even figure this out could basically be buried.

At times like this, it is natural to make a long story short. Yulis succinctly summarized what she wanted to say: "If they want to cheat, they will probably send low-cost followers to fight you."

Antina and Kikuchiyo both looked at him with worry. Antina said weakly, "If you get hurt, forget it...just think of it as doing it for me."

Kikuchiyo said nothing. She chose to trust Fang Qingyun's judgment. It was not her style to interfere with Fang Qingyun's choice.

"Did you hear that?" Viola didn't move, but contacted Fang Qingyun in her heart: "What are you going to do? If you think the other party is cheating, there is no need for us to get entangled with them. I will listen to you and support you no matter what you say."

"It's not my style to be timid at this time..." Fang Qingyun was talking to Viola in the hell network. In reality, he was still indifferent, without any expression: "Besides, what can that guy do if he summons a minion? My current physical fitness is 7-7 when converted to a minion. He is either going to summon a high-cost minion that I can't handle, or he is going to play tricks... No matter what, I will take it."

After receiving Fang Qingyun's reply, Viola began to comfort the others: "You have to believe him. He has experienced too many storms. He rescued me from the bunker in the midst of thousands of troops. He took Kikuchiyo for revenge. When has he not been in the midst of thousands of troops and killed many people? This little thing is nothing in front of him."

When the referee ordered both players to get ready, the heir raised his hand high: "Referee, I want to have my injuries checked. I no longer have the ability to continue the game."

There was another round of boos from the crowd, but the heir gritted his teeth and refused to listen. They could boo now, but when he won, they would have to lick his ass. In fact, he was wrong. Dwarves only had one reaction to someone they didn't like, and they would never lick his ass just because the other person was stronger.

In other words, the dwarf is too short and his knees are too stiff, so he can't kneel down.

The doctor on the boat came up to examine the heir's injuries, and he marveled as he did so. He had never seen injuries so evenly distributed. The heir's face was originally shriveled due to alcohol and sex, but it was definitely related to his thinness. Now, it was as if his entire face had been taken care of by someone, and he groaned in pain wherever he pressed.

After checking around, he said to the host in a frustrated tone, "Don't think about it."

The host nodded. Although he felt that this guy was cheating, the dwarf did not go back on his word. Since the rules allowed someone to exploit a loophole, they could not do anything to the heir before changing the rules: "Then I'm afraid our player will have to use his follower to replace him. But as a punishment, his opponent can propose a punishment after winning."

The host gave Fang Qingyun the chance to speak. Fang Qingyun glanced around and saw the excited expressions of the dwarves. He thought of a very insulting way to cultivate Antina's confidence: "My request is very simple. You must sincerely apologize to the green-haired girl you harassed, and take a slap from her."

As soon as this condition was put forward, all the dwarves started to make a commotion. This kind of insulting condition was the most eye-catching thing for the audience. What's more, although this condition seemed a bit insulting, it did not require any actual effort. Other conditions would demand half of the family property, and the dwarves would need to send out special hatred accountants to calculate the cost. The audience could not see the thrilling things that happened later. But now, both an apology and a slap in the face could be "settled" in person.

Although the heir instinctively felt that there was something fishy going on, the current situation did not allow him to refuse. The conditions were so generous that he did not dare to act rashly. However, judging from the attitude of the dwarves, if he refused the conditions, the dwarves would completely spread the "reputation" of his viscounty. By then, the entire dwarf kingdom might impose an embargo on the viscounty, which put him in a difficult position.

Finally the heir agreed, because he felt that there was no way he could lose. He pulled the Demon of Pain from the card box and summoned it with his own mana and the mana in the card box.

The Demon of Pain brought a gust of fragrance as soon as it came out. It was different from what the heir had imagined. The Demon of Pain was not as big and strong as imagined. Instead, it was a succubus with a graceful figure. However, its lower body was different from that of humans. Its hoof-like lower body was enough to make all those with bold ideas retract their wild thoughts.

The fragrance made the dwarves who had a certain resistance to magic be bewitched for a while. The heir's original pig face turned completely into a pig-like one. But Fang Qingyun was unmoved. For example, there was also Ximi, a demon in the family. Compared with Ximi's innocent and lively appearance, the so-called sexiness of this succubus was not worth mentioning. In addition, Fang Qingyun was not a masochist, so he would not have the urge to be whipped by this succubus.

There is no arrow tail, no pure face, and no hot body. The only thing she has is a charming fragrance. She has a washboard figure and a deep V. She really thinks she is very attractive, right? Fang Qingyun's disdain is almost reflected on his face. Viola and Yulis were not disturbed. Antina was awakened by some special play. The only one who was disturbed seemed to be Kikuchiyo... This girl seems to be a bit M...

"Demon?" The dwarves were talking among themselves, but there was no doubt that the heir's actions had further damaged his impression among the dwarves. No one wanted to be friends with a duelist who casually summoned such demons with no intention of restraining themselves. What's more, the dwarves' natural resistance to magic also made them incompatible with demons.

No matter how you look at it, the heir had lost this time, and the Earl's son, who had calculated all of this, looked seriously at everything on the field with the upper half of his face exposed, his mouth hidden behind his palms, curled up in a cold arc.

"Just as planned..."

Chapter 327: Do You Think You Can—Kill! Me?!

When Kikuchiyo was awakened from her obscene fantasy, the Demon of Pain had already sat opposite Fang Qingyun. The demon ignored the verbal attacks from the other dwarves and sat calmly in front of Fang Qingyun. Its arrow-shaped tail dangled in front of Fang Qingyun like a cat toy, trying to seduce Fang Qingyun and make him look bad.

Fang Qingyun was totally disdainful of this. To put it bluntly, the Painful Demon was a vulgar woman with no breasts and no butt. She wore a deep V-neck dress that didn't match her at all. Although it looked very revealing, without any temperament, people wouldn't even be interested in looking at her, not to mention that her lower body was a hoof, and the dislocated joints made Fang Qingyun frown.

He was not a fan of Furui. The so-called love at first sight all began with lust, and this painful demon could not even arouse Fang Qingyun's interest in taking another look. It was unknown whether Fang Qingyun, who came from the modern era, had seen too many of them, or he had seen too few painful demons from such a fantasy era. The previous Fang Qingyun might have thought that he was an innocent and loyal exception, but later he found out that he was just a stuffy person...

In a sense, although dwarves and elves have a bad relationship and it is difficult for them to be allies, if they encounter demons, the two sides will probably hit it off, although they will never have anything to do with each other again after the fight.

"I'm watching you, demon," the dwarf host issued an undisguised threat. If it weren't for the constraints of the oath that prevented him, the host, from disturbing the ongoing game, he would have blasted the demon out, and the noble along with him. A dwarf who did not fulfill his oath could not even die, which was a torture for the dwarf who was used to dying of old age and upholding his oath.

"So what?" The demon's voice sounded charming and seductive. As she spit out the words, her snake-like tongue probed around her mouth, which made her not-so-pretty face look even more vicious and mean. The demon was not frightened by the dwarf's threat, but began to tease the dwarf: "Little dwarf, you can't do anything."

"You can try," the dwarf host said harshly. You have to know that these dwarves are all armed. If this demon survives the slapping contest, then at the end, she will experience the "enthusiasm" of the dwarves. The pain of being chopped into small pieces with an axe is something that even a demon of pain cannot bear.

"…both players take their positions." Although he was reluctant to give this order, the rules had to be followed. The host now hoped that Fang Qingyun could raise his own claims of unfairness, so that he could cancel the game and teach this painful demon a good lesson while the demon hadn't returned to the card yet.

The host deliberately prolonged the time, but Fang Qingyun remained indifferent and just silently put his arms on the table. The painful demon opposite him did a similar thing.

Fang Qingyun could see that the demon had exposed skin that was a blend of pink and purple. Her round nails extended nearly a centimeter from her fingers. Her sharp teeth extended from her lips, making her cheeks look even more deformed. Her sharp face, like a vampire, was filled with an unpredictable smile. Temptation, ridicule, sarcasm, teasing and many other emotions were mixed on her face, making it look extremely disgusting.

Somehow, Fang Qingyun suddenly felt an urge from his stomach. This urge had never occurred since his second time traveling through time. Before, his physique was as good as a calf. Not to mention vomiting, he hadn't even caught a cold in a year and a half, let alone vomiting more easily.

He raised his hand, and the host who was about to announce the start of the game caught his eye. He quickly came to Fang Qingyun, and his movements were agile, as if he had been waiting for Fang Qingyun to raise objections. This obvious partiality did not displease the other dwarves. Instead, they felt that there was no need to talk about the code of conduct when dealing with these demons. If it were not for the influence of the oath, these dwarves would have rushed forward long ago. What was the point of the host being slightly partial? It was not blatant cheating, and as a contestant, the demon could also ask questions. Whether he was satisfied or not was another matter.

"Please help me find an unused trash can. My stomach is not feeling well." Fang Qingyun's expression was as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis, and his whole face twisted unconsciously due to the bitterness.

Seeing Fang Qingyun like this, the host didn't know whether to be angry or helpless. He had planned to give Fang Qingyun a way out and quickly fast-forward the game to the part of beating up the devil. However, Fang Qingyun didn't do as he imagined, which made him somewhat disappointed.

Soon, a wooden barrel was placed in Fang Qingyun's hand. It was used to hold the mop. The barrel was very clean and had no foul smell. There was a thin layer of water at the bottom of the barrel, which made the bottom of the barrel reflect light. Although Fang Qingyun felt uncomfortable in his stomach, he was just one step away from vomiting. If there was something smelly in the barrel, Fang Qingyun might not have to suffer so much.

"What's wrong? Sweetheart, are you a little nervous?" The Demon of Pain showed off his charm to Fang Qingyun. Fang Qingyun looked up and paused at the cobra-like head of the Demon of Pain. He could no longer bear the churning in his stomach and vomited all the stuff into the wooden barrel. The amount was quite astonishing, almost filling up half the barrel.

This vomiting action made the human nobles look at him with contempt, but it triggered another level of carnival among the dwarves. Being disgusted by the devil and vomited on was undoubtedly an insult to the devil. The devil was proud of his skin, but this time he was undisguisedly evaluated as disgusting by Fang Qingyun. In addition, the dwarves had a good impression of strong men who could eat and drink. After this set of operations, all the dwarves laughed loudly at the devil with a sullen face, and the sounds of asking for beer were almost one after another.

"Sorry..." Fang Qingyun waved to the host, then put the wooden barrel at his feet. He planned to clean it himself and return it to the dwarf after the game. However, he did not expect that the host's eyes towards him changed. He took the barrel away without any hesitation, handed it to the cleaning dwarf to deal with, and patted his shoulder encouragingly.

"Come on, little human boy, I'm rooting for you." The host gave Fang Qingyun a signal and then returned to the middle of the table.

"Is this fun?" The demon's expression changed, as if he wanted to eat Fang Qingyun. All the charm he had before disappeared, leaving only his neck stretching out like a savage lizard. Fang Qingyun covered his mouth reflexively and burped unpleasantly. The demon's face turned black due to this undisguised insult, while the dwarves next to him kept cheering. Many of the young dwarves among them wanted to make friends with Fang Qingyun.

"The two sides shake hands." Following the host's voice, Fang Qingyun and the Demon of Pain held hands together, presenting the classic arm-wrestling posture. The moment he almost touched the Demon of Pain, Fang Qingyun felt something was wrong. His skin seemed to have touched unprocessed wild eggplants and winter melons. Pain like being pricked by thorns came from his hand that was in contact with the demon. He almost let go of his hand, but he held back. He just held the demon's hand tightly, his expression colder than ever before.

A gold clone was thrown up from the host's hand, and after some flips, it landed in the palm of the host's hand. After seeing the order of first move, the dwarves present made an annoyed sound, and the host reluctantly announced the news that the demon had first move. This information caused the small circle of nobles to burst into brief discussions and cheers, which also caused the dwarves to glare.

"It looks like I was the first to attack, little guy." The demon held Fang Qingyun's hand and gently stroked it, making sure that the venom that caused the pain could penetrate every part of Fang Qingyun's skin. This venom was not very toxic, but only amplified the pain, turning the hairs into needles and the nails into swords. In this short period of time, the pain Fang Qingyun endured was like his palm was pierced by thousands of arrows, almost making him speechless.

The pain demon is indeed worthy of its reputation. Fang Qingyun has a relatively poor tolerance for pain. After all, he has only been injured a few times and he could get over it by gritting his teeth and stomping his feet. But this time, the pain is like melting the concept of pain into water and pouring it on a person after it boils. Fang Qingyun did not scream or tremble in pain. This is already the limit of his willpower.

Like the caress of a lover, or like the play between lovers, the devil's palm did not fall heavily on Fang Qingyun's face. Instead, it gently passed across his face as if playing. It was okay at first, but the pain then rose steadily like a rising tide. Half of Fang Qingyun's face was numb with pain, as if a thousand needles were poking at his face, and as if his muscles were fighting each other, similar to the snow screen of an old-fashioned TV.

Fang Qingyun did not make any movement, but the muscles on that half of his face tightened, twisted and turned in another direction visibly. The muscles made crackling sounds as they twisted. Half of Fang Qingyun's face seemed to be out of control and had its own thoughts, as if it would separate from his face at any time. The pain forced Fang Qingyun to close his eyes.

Just as Kikuchiyo was about to step forward, she was held back by Viola. Yulis was urgently preparing the antidote for the venom, and Antina covered her mouth... All the dwarves stared in amazement at Fang Qingyun's changes as if his body was about to mutate. From time to time, they could hear the only remaining words such as "Ancestor God is above" after he was stunned.

"How is it, little guy?" The slap from the Demon of Pain should have cut half of Fang Qingyun's face, making the skin bloom like a morning glory, but her nails did not do that. The perception of pain and pleasure made her feel Fang Qingyun's trembling, and she almost reached the peak in such excitement.

But soon, Fang Qingyun's words frightened the pain demon. It was not easy to suppress the subconscious roar of pain. Fang Qingyun forced his eyes open in this situation. There were only bloodshot and mania in his eyes. It seemed that the voice coming from the bottom of his throat brought greetings from hell: "Do you think you can - kill! Me?!"

Chapter 328: I’ll knock your head off!

Demons are also one of the victims of the great changes. Unlike other races, they rely on magic to survive, and they have a hard time moving after the magic weakens. But the demons have thought of some other ways, such as sealing themselves into certain cards and exchanging freedom for the ability to survive.

However, the demon of pain in front of him obviously didn't know who he had provoked. Any well-known person in Fang Qingyun's family could easily crush this demon of pain, and Fang Qingyun himself was no exception. In other words, Fang Qingyun himself was the most capable fighter in the family... provided that Viola didn't ask for help.

"Your attack is over. Now it's my turn. Do you have any objection?" It seemed like he was asking, but in fact he was making the final conclusion. Fang Qingyun raised his head. The pain made him worry that he might scream out at any time, but the result of enduring the pain was that half of his face seemed to be torn off his body. The struggle between his muscles made his breathing a little heavy.

"Now it's the opposing side's turn to fight back." The host looked at Fang Qingyun worriedly. Fighting with the demon of pain is a long war of attrition. Some pain can make people work harder, but the pain of the demon of pain is the kind that hurts deep into the bones, making people feel as if their arms are broken. In this case, people's attack power will only become weaker and weaker. If the demon of pain is not quickly dealt with, then there is only one outcome: being driven crazy by pain.

"Come on, little guy~" The demon of pain put his face in front of Fang Qingyun, and his snake-like tongue slid quickly across his face: "Hit here, the more pain you give me, the more pain I will give you, let us sink into pain!"

Yulis, who was standing next to him, covered her eyes with a look of dismay: "Oh my God, if I had known there was such a demon that would behave like this, I shouldn't have called him a little white mouse when I greeted him... It's over, I'm not going to hate him for everything in his house, am I?"

"Why do you think so?" Viola couldn't understand: "Although our family is short of talents, not just anyone can get in. The most important thing is that there is no intention of betrayal. Katerina in our family, the hybrid of a succubus and a vampire, is pretty good, but a two-faced demon like this may end up miserably..."

Fang Qingyun took a deep breath and forcefully pulled himself out of the pain. However, as if teasing him, the demon of pain grabbed his hand and did not tighten it or make any small movements. Instead, it maintained contact at the minimum level and drew circles teasingly on his palms. The pain spread from those places like a needle prick, and went up along the blood vessels. Fang Qingyun suspected that if the pain continued for a while, he might not even be able to lift his hand.

To be honest, although his willpower is average, his pain tolerance is strong among ordinary people. In his previous life, he had a broken arm and a steel plate inserted. Although it was still very painful on the night of the operation, he was still able to fall asleep. The only unpleasant thing was that he was used to holding his mobile phone with his right hand, and the broken hand was his right hand. Now, he felt that his right hand was crushed bit by bit by a truck, and the broken bone fragments seemed to pierce into the flesh. The pain that made Fang Qingyun crazy was so painful that he wished he could peel off the skin of his entire arm.

"Just kill me and the pain will disappear~" the painful demon teased. Originally, this was an act to increase the stimulation, but when she saw Fang Qingyun's expression as if he wanted to devour someone, her heart couldn't help but beat fast... Is he the demon or am I the demon?

Now it was Fang Qingyun's turn. He raised his hand and prepared to gather strength. The Pain Demon looked at Fang Qingyun's hand, which was shaking like Parkinson's disease, and couldn't help but let out a sharp laugh: "Look at you, you are like an old man who can't stand steadily. How old are you? An old man?"

Fang Qingyun was frighteningly calm. He didn't exchange any trash talk with the Demon of Pain. He just put his hands in place with half his face distorted. The dwarves around him were all sweating. There was nothing to talk about with a demon. All dwarves would receive education from the clan leader and family when they were teenagers in their thirties. They would get to know all kinds of demons, and the Demon of Pain was the most dangerous one among them.

No matter how brave and warlike a dwarf is, once he is touched, he will huddle in pain in his armor, kowtow for mercy, shed tears, or even become incontinent. Although those dwarves will eventually bring shame to their tribesmen because of the above behaviors, most of them choose to become butchers after surviving and pursue the ultimate glorious death in battle.

Therefore, after Fang Qingyun was subjected to various tricks by the Demon of Pain, the dwarves' first reaction to Fang Qingyun was death. If his willpower was stronger, he would inevitably have some physiological reactions that were difficult to control, whether it was crying bitterly or having cramps in his legs and feet. These were the rights only for those with strong willpower. The weak would only bang their heads against the wall in an attempt to end the pain, or at least use pain to cover up the tricks of the Demon of Pain.

Fang Qingyun showed an endurance of pain that was unimaginable for a dwarf. Although his muscles were twisting in a way that would make any dwarf feel heartbroken, and the twisting between muscles formed a structure like snapping fingers, and each collision caused a dull snapping sound, Fang Qingyun still raised his hands. Although cold sweat broke out from his head, he did not show any uglier movements.

"You can attack now, please don't wait." The host's words seemed to be a warning to Fang Qingyun, but in fact they were reminding Fang Qingyun that it was already very difficult to raise his hands under such pain. If he was allowed to exhaust himself while waiting for the start order, the host himself would probably not forgive himself.

Fang Qingyun showed an ugly smile, that smile was like some kind of ancient ferocious beast, the pressure made the arrow-shaped tail of the Demon of Pain unconsciously slap the floor, it seemed that only the voices between the two people were left in the whole tavern, the remaining dwarves even slowed down their breathing unconsciously, they put down their glasses for fear that they would miss something.

Fang Qingyun slapped the painful demon in the face with great force. As the demon had expected, it didn't hurt at all. It seemed that the pain had drained Fang Qingyun's strength. The painful demon laughed but found that he could not make any sound. What he faced in front of him was not Fang Qingyun's distorted face, but the pale face of another human.