"Then don't waste it. Don't worry about those guys. Save the power of the God of Beauty first. By the way, what is this magical skill called?" It actually needs the special power of the God of Beauty to drive it? Then this kind of magical skill cannot be used casually.

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Ange tilted his head, name?

"Sir." Sawa, who was pushed aside, raised her hand and said: "The shadow that your Excellency pulled out just now represents ugliness, so why not call it the Ugly Shattering Fist."

"You're so stupid." Nigris flew over and slapped her on the head with his paw: "How's your homework going? I haven't felt that any new knowledge has been added to the library recently. Are you lazy? Believe it or not, I'll give it to you.

Your funds."

Sawa suddenly cried and said: "You want knowledge to be stored in the database, why do you want me to learn it? Can't you learn it yourself?"

"You are the only believer of the God of Knowledge. If you don't learn, who will learn? Go quickly." Sawa was driven away. She would never have imagined that she would be given so many homework for talking about names. If she had known better, she would have sewn her mouth shut.

Woke up.

After driving aside the idlers who were clamoring to give them a punch, Nigris said in disappointment: "It's a pity, this magical skill of beauty and beauty is meaningless. It's not as good as your instant death aura."

It can't be used in combat. You can't punch the enemy to make them more beautiful, right?"

Ange tilted his head and said, "That's okay."

Negris, who didn't understand why, withdrew his mind back to the Palace of Rest, and followed Ange's lonely hand to the farm.

Ange stretched out his hand to explore the rice in the field and pulled out the shadow of a ball of rice. Ange punched it on top.

"Hiss! Your beautiful fist can also be used on plants? What did you smash?" Negris asked in shock.

"Short." Ange said.

It took Nigris a while to understand what Ange meant: "You mean, you took the 'shortness' of the rice to be ugly and smashed it to pieces? Then can it grow very tall?"

Ange nodded.

"A magical skill, this is a magical skill. This is not for beauty at all. This is a magical skill that can change the birth defects of species." Nigris trembled with excitement.

Ange didn't understand why it was so excited, so he ignored it and continued to grow the "dwarf" rice plant that was smashed to pieces.

Soon, the one-meter-two plant grew to about two-meter-three, taller than a person. This was not rice, it was clearly a rice tree. The ears of rice it produced were also unprecedentedly large and heavy, with a high yield.

At least the yield increased by 70% compared to when it was low.

Negris, who had been excited alone for a long time, flew over and asked: "Ange, can you use the Beauty Fist again?"

Ange nodded, thinking at the same time, which kind of "ugly" would hit the rice this time? He was already preparing to use the last Meishen Fist on the rice.

Without looking at his expression, Nigris knew what he was thinking and quickly said: "At the current speed, how long will it take for you to recover?"

Ange calculated the recovery speed of the God of Beauty's power and said: "Two months."

"It's been too long, Ange, can you leave this beautiful punch to me?" Nigris said solemnly.

"You are a corpse dragon, so you can't use it." Ange shook his head.
Chapter completed!