Bug Master In Doomsday

The first thing that changed was the right arm where the flames appeared at the beginning, and the flames instantly condensed into white flame patterns of the thickness of chopsticks.

With the gradual manifestation of that special pattern, the originally very blazing flames immediately disappeared without a trace, seeming to be absorbed into the white flame pattern by a special force.

A flower of white inflammation that almost distorted the air was printed on the palm of his right hand as the lines spread, revealing a special flame flower pattern.

"Om!" A sound that resembled the sound of a knife came from Yao Ping's body. With the sound, the cruel, tyrannical, blood-red eyes suddenly opened, where there was still the cowardice and low self-esteem before half a minute.

At this time, Yao Ping had just awakened the ability, his aura was not stable, and the aura of the ability representative of strength was not at all.

But just by looking at his blood-red eyes, he felt as if he was being stared at by a fierce beast.

"How about it, how does it feel to be fulfilled?" Wang Mang looked at Yao Ping who was naked, took out a pajamas that hadn't been worn through the storage space of the ring, and asked Yao Ping to quickly put it on.

Yao Ping simply put on his clothes and saw the flame-like pattern on the palm of his hand. He paused. After a long time, Yao Ping turned around, puffed at Wang Mang, who was standing at the door of the shack, and knelt down.

"Brother Mang, thank you!" Yao Ping choked to finish this sentence, a loud forehead touching the ground echoed in this small shack.

"Bury your girlfriend, the deceased is the oldest," Wang Mang handed him a cigarette, only patted him on the shoulder and turned and walked out of the shack.

The sun on the horizon slowly became not hot, but had the warmth of the setting sun,

"Brother Mang, I have taken care of everything,"

Yao Ping was wearing some shabby but unusually neat clothes at this time, carrying a pink backpack in one hand, the most striking thing was the urn hung on his chest with a rucksack.

Wang Mang patted the threshold beside him, "Sit down, I'll talk to you,"

Yao Ping put his backpack on the ground, and the urn wrapped in the rucksack was gently placed on it.

"Brother Mang, Xiaojuan is gone," Yao Ping took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, and after lighting it, he took a sip, but couldn't stop coughing.

Wang Mang looked at the messy shack in the distance, and a puff of smoke came out of his mouth, "She definitely doesn't want you to be sad in heaven,"

"If you really love her, work hard to become stronger and stop letting others dominate your own destiny and the destiny of your loved ones."

"I know, I will work hard, after all I have a promise to her on my back,"

Yao Ping squeezed out most of the cigarettes, and his blood-red eyes looked up at the sky, which seemed to symbolize a new beginning.

"I won't stay in Longshi for too long. If you need me to avenge you, then you have to decide as soon as possible." Wang Mang played with a sharp silver dagger in his hand and glanced at Yao Ping.

"No, I will personally report Xiaojuan's hatred. I will make Shi Shui pay ten times, a hundred times the price," Yao Ping waved his hand and said this calmly, but his left hand was slightly clenched.

"Then whatever you want, I will leave Dragon City probably the day after tomorrow. I plan to set up a special organization. During your stay in Dragon City, you will need to absorb some members and as many potential supers as possible,"