Bug Master In Doomsday

Standing on the stone bridge, Wang Mang squinted his eyes slightly. He was carefully observing the seal plaque like a dragon, suddenly! Like thunder on the ground, I felt a sudden burst of heart palpitations!

Wang Mang's fingers squeezed the fan and couldn't help squeezing it tightly. The knuckles were all white and Wang Mang still didn't realize it. He just supported the handrail of Fushi Bridge with one hand, his face instantly paled.

Wang Hu, who was beside him, saw Wang Mang's strangeness, and quickly held onto Wang Mang's body, and asked in a slightly worried voice, "Brother Mang, what's the matter? Is the injury recurring?"

Wang Mang shook his head lightly and waved his hand to Wang Hu, "I'm fine, Ahu, let's get in early, or it should be too late."

Although Wang Hu on the side was a little worried and doubtful, it was not easy to inquire carefully on the street where people came and went. He could only nod his head and instruct Sun Er to speed up his pace.

And Wang Mang, who was leaning on the handrail of the stone bridge, had a trace of blood on his face. He took a breath and swallowed the sweet blood in his mouth. Then he propped up his body and pretended to continue walking without hindrance. ,

However, the exquisite and elegant wooden fan in his hand fell to the ground like debris, but it was crushed to pieces by Wang Mang's tight fingers!

‘Is this the power of the world’s barrier? Or the power of a powerful warrior? Wang Mang's complexion has returned to normal, but a terrifying anger suddenly rushed into his heart!

The world of this warrior really cannot be underestimated. Just now, I just wanted to feel the aura contained in that plaque, but I didn't expect the backlash to be so strong! Is it because you are an outsider?

If it weren't for the quickness of seeing the opportunity, and withdrawing the mental power of temptation in time, I am afraid that I would have been turned into an idiot by that momentum!

Wang Mang carried a long gown with his hands behind his back, and surrounded by Wang Hu and Sun Er, he slowly walked towards Wanbao Pavilion. When he was about to reach the door, Wang Mang couldn't help but glanced at the plaque again, his eyes flashing a cruel look! But there was a trace of helplessness,

Own Tier 3 strength is still too weak! How can we fight against this world that takes the opportunity to show off? I hope I can fight against this world someday!

"What about you guys? Today is a spring sale. You can't enter without invitations!" Seeing the cheap clothes of Wang Mang and the group, the two guards at the door of Wanbao Pavilion waved their hands impatiently and hurried away.

"Damn, the dog looks at low-level things! If you dare to speak to us like this, are you two impatient?"

Seeing that these two guards were so arrogant, Sun Er suddenly appeared as a butler, and winked at Wang Mang and Wang Hu beside him, and pointed at the two little guards who were a slap in the face!

The two of them were a little dazed by Sun Er's scolding. Seeing the drool splashing from Sun Er's beard pointing to his nose, they were also a little surprised.

I looked at Wang Hu next to Sun Er, his knotted muscles, his sturdy figure, and his eyes exuded fierce rays of fierce light.

The two were staring fiercely at Wang Hu's gaze, and their tone was somewhat relaxed. They smiled at Wang Mang, who was surrounded by the two, and asked carefully: "This son, you bring the invitation. Yet?"

Wang Mang also followed Sun Er's lie and pretended to look like a jerk, "No!" Wang Mang held his hands behind his back, his eyes full of sullen expressions.