Bug Master In Doomsday

Bai Jue's character Wang Mang is quite clear. He can establish a power to dominate Pengshi by means of a mortal, and he has this ability to be called a hero!

But his ideal, Wang Mang seems to have never heard him say it! Wang Mang frowned slightly and asked in a slow voice, "Bai Jue, just say, if it doesn't conflict with my ideas, it doesn't matter!"

Bai Jue was lying on the bed, a pair of vicissitudes of life flashed twice,

"My ideal is to build a white-clothed army of tens of thousands of people. I want them to be fanatical! Defeating and not fearing death! You can give everything for the faith in your heart!"

"It's that simple?!" Wang Mang laughed dumbly. For Bai Jue's ideal, he felt that he was both reasonable and expected. Among other things, the black armoured unit he established fits perfectly. The conditions put forward by Bai Jue!

The same enthusiasm, the same fear of death, you can give your life without hesitation for the faith in your heart!

"Then the army you built needs to be loyal to you?!"

Wang Mang slowly stood up from the bed, his sharp eyes narrowed, and Bai Jue was not saved, it was his answer!

Bai Jue blinked, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If you compare a unit to a sharp sword, then I just want to be a swordsman. As for the use of a sword, I have settled on the bed over the past year, and I think it is inconsistent!"

"If you can forge a treasure sword, you may not be able to use a good sword! So, Wang Mang, don't worry!"

The smile on Bai Jue's face is sincere and brilliant. He is very smart. He also knows Wang Mang very well. He will never do what Wang Mang doesn't want!

"With your sentence, it is enough, but...Before I save you, I have to use some means first, after all...some things...don't be afraid of ten thousand just in case ."

Bai Jue blinked with a smile, "Understood! It's like that Lu Chuan... OK, Wang Mang, you can use whatever means you have, I will never resist!"

Wang Mang nodded and waved his left hand, calling out the sluggish Mo Lan from the worm and mustard ring, "Mo Lan, trouble you!"

The listless Mo Lan lay on Wang Mang’s shoulders, arched slightly, and looked at Bai Jue who was lying on the bed paralyzed, and said in contempt: "Wang Mang, you are really getting worse and worse. Now you are going to deal with a cripple. Go!"

"Ahem!" Zhang Lan on the side was about to drink a glass of water when she was suddenly choked.

She looked at Mo Lan, who was lying on Wang Mang's shoulder, feeling speechless and shocked. She said he was useless in front of others. Is this really good?

Wang Mang was also a little embarrassed when he heard this. He patted Mo Lan's body and said awkwardly to Bai Jue: "Bai Jue, don't mind, Mo Lan can't speak when she speaks!"

"It's okay, it's okay," Bai Jue didn't mind. In this paralyzed year, no matter how unpleasant words were heard, he had also heard them. Given his psychological quality, these words still had little effect on him.

Molan’s back quickly condensed into a red and black grinding disc, and a snow-white white pill was condensed from the middle of the grinding disc.

Wang Mang stretched out his hand to take it, and looked at Bai Jue quietly, "Bai Jue, once this is taken, there is no turning back!"

"Come on!" The smile on Bai Jue's face was the same as before, as if he was facing not a controlled Bai Wan, but a sweet candy!

Wang Mang nodded when he saw this, and delivered Bai Wan to his mouth. Bai Jue swallowed it directly without hesitation. In just three or five seconds, his vicissitudes of life suddenly revealed an unprecedented special emotion!