Bug Master In Doomsday

The original thin lines of blood streaks seemed to have lost some kind of restraint following Wang Mang's coma, and suddenly flourished like blood-colored lotus flowers.

The lotus one after another, holy and evil, gradually extended to half of Wang Mang’s left face.

The complicated blood lotus formed by the blood line seemed to stay on his cheek forever. As the other blood lines on the body faded away, only the blood lotus on the left cheek gradually turned dark red and never disappeared!

I don’t know how long the time has passed, the sun in the sky gradually slanted westward, and the afterglow of the warm sunset gleamed on Wang Mang’s closed eyes. Wang Mang shook his eyelashes, and his consciousness gradually became clear from his coma.

"How long did you sleep?!"

Wang Mang stood up with a pale face, and covered his head, with an expression of pain between his brows. Not only did he feel that his spirit was almost collapsed, but he also felt tingling pains everywhere in his body!

"Fortunately, I have saved my life!" Wang Mang looked at the white blood lotus pattern on his left wrist, his eyes a little deep.

The demon lotus's offensive power is absolutely unparalleled and terrifying, but the only drawback is that it must cause a **** wound, otherwise the blood lotus will not work!

Despite such a small flaw, Wang Mang was still satisfied with the effect of the white blood lotus pattern. At least this lotus pattern saved his life!

"Okay! Okay!" Wang Mang endured the violent tingling sensation in his body and staggered to his feet, with a drop of crystal tears remaining in the corner of his eyes. He was on the verge of death, almost his life was recovered!

Although the body and spirit are painful like needles, Wang Mang walked towards the hillside with a hearty laugh.

The endless pain and difficulties are waiting for me, but why is there some joy in my heart, maybe as long as I live, even if I accept the pain and torture, I am fearless.

On the towering hillside, a wretched old man smoking a dry smoke and a serious man covered in the armor of an ancient general are standing side by side.

Yousha pointed at Wang Mang who was climbing hard with a dry tobacco rod, and said in a joking tone: "If this kid is lucky, if he died in Mo San's hands, I would be really disappointed!"

Luo Sha glanced at You Sha next to him, and said in a very contemptuous tone: "You Sha, if you have the same strength as this kid, you will definitely not be able to avoid Mo San's second attack!"

"You! Raksha, I warn you! If you insult me ​​again, I will go to Master Hidden Dragon to sue you!"

Luo Sha coldly snorted, "Why? Want to cry for the parents?"

Yousha pointed at Raksha angrily, her fingers trembling but she couldn't say a word.

After a few moments, he took a violent breath of dry smoke in resentment, "Raksha, I don't bother to tell you more, this kid will be handed over to you, and you can explain the rest to him!"

"Hurry up!" Luo Sha waved at him, motioning him to leave quickly and don't get in the way here!

Yousha glanced at Wang Mang, who was struggling to climb the hillside, and pinned the dry tobacco rod in his hand to his waist, and disappeared on the top of the hillside with a gust of wind and sand.

Wang Mang panted heavily and his face was as pale as before. Lianwen only saved his life, but after he was hit by the third knife, the blood in his body was almost draining with the ruptured arteries!

Now that I can barely act, it is also a blessing!

Wang Mang wiped the fine sweat on his forehead and looked up to the top of the hillside. He found that Rakshasa, who was still with a paralyzed face, was looking at him. Wang Mang looked at him and smiled brilliantly at him.

When Luo Sha saw Wang Mang smiling, his eyes shrank, and his eyes showed appreciation!