Back in the small courtyard, Li Ziqi was still shocked by the scene of bones rising from the ground.

A spell is an army. This is something that is unimaginable.

Apart from Ange, this should be regarded as his first real experience with magic.

It's both wonderful and exciting, just like a dream.

"I wonder when I will have that ability?"

In martial arts novels, it is extremely powerful to develop internal strength to a certain level. Although you cannot fly to the sky and escape from the earth, or become feathers and ascend, you can break mountains and rocks, cross rivers with a reed, and raise thunder in the palm of your hand.

What is awakening in his body now is a cyclone. Maybe one day he can fuse with a flame and develop some kind of magical power.

His increasingly endless thoughts amused himself.

All kinds of magical skills require martial arts secrets. If you don’t have a good idea, everything is a joke.

"If you can really understand the language of this world, and get two magic books in the future, they can be used as secret books of internal energy."

He now wants to improve his strength.

It has been a few months since I was reborn, and the situation is roughly the same.

The entire world seems to be composed of many planes, each of which operates independently, but intersects under certain specific factors.

Raining is definitely not an accident, it is completely the result of plane collision.

It rained twice and it was lucky. Neither Ange nor Archimedes were the kind of tyrannical masters. If the next thick fog rises, a giant several hundred feet tall rushes in. I really don’t know how to deal with it.
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Yesterday, I was chatting with Archimedes. There are gods, dragons, demons, and monsters in this world. These things can easily destroy a plane.

Li Ziqi is confident about ordinary creatures when Xiao Ju is around, but if he really wants to spawn a giant dragon for him, then just wait for death.

My mind returned and I began to think about this trip to the Disaster Land.

After all, this is the first time entering an unfamiliar area.

Even though you are just signing a contract, you should be well prepared.

Although his internal strength can allow him to stay in the land of disaster, it will eventually be exhausted. In this case, nutritional supplements are the first priority...

The most ideal nutrition is fruit juice. The second best thing is to prepare a few more rabbit legs. Meat is also very important.

In case Archimedes sets a trap for himself, he must prepare some weapons.

The cold wind blows in the disaster land, so you have to make a tent.

Rushing is also a problem. For the time being, I can only rely on Xiaoju. It is necessary to comfort me with dozens of bones.

You also need to prepare two sets of rabbit skin jackets for replacement.

Before I even go out, a lot of things related to food, clothing, housing and transportation are rushing to my mind.

There are so many things to do, we can only do them one by one.

It’s best to use a juicer for freshly squeezed juice, but since he didn’t know anything about the inner workings of the machine, he could only use the clumsiest method.

Use a large wooden vat for storing grain as a container, fill it with fruit pulp, and use a sledgehammer to hit it.

The hammer has magical powers. If it hits twice, bright red watermelon juice will flow out from the bottom of the barrel.

With the help of tools, the process is simpler than before.

Take a lick, it’s sweet.

It turns around in the abdomen and is absorbed by the cyclone.

Li Ziqi's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that it would be so easy to absorb after being squeezed into juice.

It tastes good and has a miraculous effect of nourishing internal energy.

With the success of watermelon juice, Li Ziqi has unspeakable strength.

Soon, barrels of orange juice, orange juice, apple juice, and banana juice filled the corridor.

Looking at the wooden barrels filled with bright red willows and green willows, I feel very satisfied.

One cup after another, after drinking one cup there is another cup, sour, sweet, astringent, all kinds of things.

"Cool!"

After drinking a glass of juice, not only is it not sweet at all, but it is refreshing in the throat, and the fruity aroma lingers for a long time.

There's no Hextech in this juice.

In my previous life, I would have been jealous of those big guys.

Under internal vision, the cyclone rotates at high speed, absorbing the nutrients of the juice crazily. After rotating for several times, traces of golden color are transported into the meridians.

This function is like an engine.

The internal strength that has not grown in a few days is actually getting stronger.

It seems that freshly squeezed juice can be used as an elixir to enhance internal strength in the future.

Since they have such wonderful functions, we don’t miss out any vegetables, including cucumbers, tomatoes, greens, pumpkins, anything with a little bit of juice can be squeezed into juice.

Vegetable juice cannot be drunk directly, and the effect will be good after heating.

Especially when mixed into rice grains and made into rice cakes, dry food can be used to increase internal strength.

After drinking enough, I suddenly felt sad.

The juice is pretty good, but there is no container.

Li Ziqi looked at Ange eagerly: "Big belly, small belly, with a small wooden handle on the mouth, small at the front, big at the back, and a big melon pulp in the middle. Ange, I told you how it looks, you can get it this time

Use your heart, and the gourd must be summoned for me."

Ange's soul fire kept beating, and his body was covered with Li Ziqi's internal energy, but now there was no crimson sun. The summoning rune was adjusted dozens of times, but no shadow of the gourd was seen.

The planting failed.

Li Ziqi was sitting in the yard tinkering with the slave scroll. Archimedes would receive a letter at any time, but so much juice couldn't be brought into the Land of Disaster.

"What do you usually use to pack things?" He was a little impatient now.

Ange pointed to his head.

Li Ziqi immediately stopped talking. He forgot that the other person was a skeleton and did not need to drink.

"You've always heard of humans and orcs."

Ange shook his head.

Li Ziqi even wanted to die. This guy would only be able to farm in a thousand years.

In the previous life, the streets were filled with glass bottles and countless plastic bags, but now it has become a big problem to pack juice.

"Why don't I be reborn in a bamboo forest?"

Bamboo has so many uses. It can not only build houses, but also turn into cups and sieves. The most important thing is that it can store water.

"Senior, if you are just loading things up, I might be able to help you." Ange said cautiously.

"You?" Li Ziqi asked.

Ange approached the corridor, leaned down, pulled it in the air, and pulled out a black thread. He lifted a bucket of hawthorn juice and put it smoothly into the black thread.

Li Ziqi was speechless.

Still magic.

Looking at the black line, I became more determined to enter the land of disaster.

This time to catch the ghost and completely understand the language of the undead clan, you must master this space bag technology.

It’s so practical.

A corridor full of juice was stuffed into Ange's space. Li Ziqi tried to sneak into Ange's space bag several times, but it was completely dark every time.

This spell also has an anti-theft function.

Annoying.

In this way, Ange must be brought to the disaster land. Since there is free space, Li Ziqi was not polite. He disassembled the only sow in the family, grilled all the ribs, and grilled all the meat pieces.

dry, mix the rice with vegetable juice, and bake it into various kinds of crispy rice.

This time we enter the land of disaster, there can be no surprises.

Food, drink, snacks, weapons, a wolfskin tent for overnight stays, and my favorite big cushion were all stuffed in.

Until he was sure that there were no omissions, Li Ziqi sat in the corridor, soaked a cup of leaves, and studied the scroll.

I can't understand half of the runes on the scroll, but it's easy to use.

Just put a drop of blood on the head of the prey.

Simple and practical.

After five days of preparation, Zuo Musang walked out in the thick fog.
To be continued...