Bug Master In Doomsday

Wang Mang’s order, as the patriarch of the unicorn clan, has no reason to refuse. The bloodline engraved in his bones suppressed him and he chose to absolutely obey the orders of the high-level zerg...

"Okay, holy, do you need to tie up this low slave? Their race has a very special secret technique, which can use the soil to perform the escape technique. If you don't use a chain to tie her up, she will run away if you don't pay attention. !"

Wang Mang smiled slightly and glanced at the patriarch sideways, "Do you think she can slip under my nose?!"

"Knowing that I was wrong for the slaves, I would never dare to question your strength." The patriarch lowered his head humbly and fearfully.

If it were placed a few days ago, he would only respect the identity of the Golden Mother Worm. As for its human host, there is absolutely no so-called respect, just because he is the holy race host to give him a little face.

But as of now... the host in front of me has already become a perfect body that combines the strengths of the saint's body!

This kind of feeling at first glance is like the first time that an old farmer who came out of a blocked mountain village walked to a high-rise building, the blossoming international metropolis, that kind of shock from the soul is definitely hard to describe in words. .

The respectful attitude of the patriarch of the unihorn clan surprised Zang Ting, who was kneeling on the side, a little bit surprised, but she felt that she should be surprised. This is the saint who possesses the perfect body in the legend! !

This is the perfect body that all insects, even the eight saints, are extremely enviable~!

"You! Follow me!" Wang Mang squinted his eyes and looked down at Zang Ting, who was kneeling on the ground, without allowing a trace of rejection in his tone.

"Yes! Holy, I listen to you." With tears in the corners of Zang Ting's eyes, her bright red lips rose slightly, she raised her head, and a touch of joy and fortune appeared on her beautiful and beautiful face.

Being sent to the torture table to be burned and taken away by Master Sheng...The latter can’t be worse than the former, right? After all, I still have some use!

Wang Mang, who was about to leave, nodded in satisfaction when he saw Zang Ting's obedient appearance. He turned around and said to the patriarch of the unicorn: "In any case, I still want to thank the patriarch for the opportunity you gave me. , Without this opportunity, Wang Mang would not have the strength I am now!"

The face of the solemn middle-aged man of the one-horned clan chief showed a flattering smile, "Where and where, you still have a deep blessing. This opportunity should also belong to you. I just pointed the way. That's it."

"Anyway—thank you!" Wang Mang arched his hand to him, and then said, "I won't stay in Worm Valley anymore. There are still many things outside that need me to deal with, then... we will have a period later."

"Master Saint, go slowly!"

Wang Mang nodded, raised his right arm, and stretched out the pale white paw of his index finger to lightly stroke the void. Suddenly, the strong tremor of the air rippled into aftermath and rippled across all the unicorns present.

The four-to-five-foot-long air gap was filled with a deep blackness, and the sputtering void air was like a biting knife scraping on the facing Wang Mang.

Gang Feng and Wang Mang's tough scales squeaky! The harsh rubbing sound made the weaker Zang Ting uncomfortably cover her ears.

However, Wang Mang turned a blind eye. The wind on his body like this was no different from scratching his body. It didn't hurt or itchy, and he couldn't even break the defense.

But what Cang Ting said... Wang Mang squinted his eyes and said in a commanding tone: "You activate all the scales, and I will take you through the passage of time and space!"