Bug Master In Doomsday

After making the decision, the white eyebrows were no longer the sloppy and lazy before. He frowned, got off the bamboo bed seriously, and said to the young supernatural person: "You take the children out to play for a while, ten minutes later, I Follow you."

There was a hint of joy in the corner of the young supernatural person's eyes, and he nodded hurriedly, took out a handful of candy and walked towards the shade of the low mountain with a few happily skinned children.

When only the white eyebrows were left in the thatched hut, he slowly closed the creaking wooden door and took out from under the bed a weird but gentle-faced old man with beard and beard.

He respectfully placed the idol on the only wooden table in the house, and took out three sandalwood incense and placed it in the incense burner to light it.

He knelt down on his legs, and piously knocked his head at the **** statue three times, "Patriarch Blessed! The journey to heal people is rough and difficult, and the disciple is afraid of insufficient ability. He also asked the patriarch to give three scents of incense to ensure that the disciples are all going smoothly!"

After speaking, he knocked his head three times, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The muffled sound directly made his forehead turn red and purple.

The amiable old man's idol shivered slightly, and the three sandalwood incense in front of the idol was burned for a moment, and the incense ash fell in the furnace, and the idol's eyes seemed to shoot out a dazzling golden light in an instant.

In a mere moment, without even a blink of an eye, the three sandalwood incense burned out, and the idol was no longer as agile as it was at the beginning. Instead, it revealed the old-fashioned nature of a dead thing.

"Master Xie!" With a move in Baimei's heart, he knocked three heads respectfully at the idol again. He slowly stood up, wrapped the idol carefully with a soft silk cloth, and put it back under the bed.

He turned to open a wooden box next to the bed and took out a small medical bag that was slung on his body.

"Crunch!" The fragile wooden door was pushed open by the white eyebrows, and the young supernaturalist immediately turned his head and looked over.

The sloppy linen clothes on Bai Mei's body were changed into a snow-white robe, and a pair of comfortable cloth boots were on his feet. Even the breath exuding from the whole body became fresh and good smelling.

"It's too early! Let's go!" Baimei carried her bag, walked to the side of the young supernaturalist with a serious expression, and walked away directly in the direction of the gate of the stockade, and the young supernaturalist hurriedly followed. .

After trotting a few meters, he distributed all the candies in his pocket to this group of whispering skin children, but he also saved some selfishness. He stuffed the dog’s candies with two in a row. They were all sweet and fragrant. Delicious toffee, after all... I don’t know when I will see this child again.

Bai Mei is not young, and he hasn't been slow to walk. The young supernatural player leaned close to him and hurriedly communicated with his immediate superiors through the Ring of Doom.

But in three to five minutes, seven or eight men with vigor and swift action leaped in the forest and landed in front of the two.

"Hello, Mr. Baimei, I am the eighth squad of the hidden group of the intelligence department of the worm group. I am now ordered to protect you and **** you to the space-time passage safely."

The sturdy, sturdy man smiled politely and stretched out his hand to Baimei. Baimei glanced at him, shook hands with him, and said politely: "The countryman can't afford to call Mr.... I'm fine with white eyebrows."

The two exchanged greetings without too much procrastination. After all, time is the most precious now, and one more minute will give you more hope. Master Wang Mang's body is really deteriorating now!