Bug Master In Doomsday

"Let's take a look." Wang Mang drooped his eyelids and responded, his body shrank into the warm and thick quilt. This vicious curse made his body worse than an ordinary old man in his 60s or 70s. , A little wind blew, his body couldn't help shaking, and his brain was a little bit cold.

Seeing Wang Mang's consent, Zhang Lan confessed a few words with the Ring of Doom, but for a while, the door of the wooden house was pushed open by a young man with a kind face and perming hair.

Behind him was a white robe, and the outstanding old man opened his eyes and looked at Wang Mang on the sickbed along the gap in the door.

"Subordinate Yao Sen has seen the adults!" Yao Sen, the deputy director of the Intelligence Department and the leader of the action team, knelt on one knee in front of Wang Mang's bed, and bowed respectfully, "Uh...see you in Xia Baimei Lord Wang Mang."

Bai Mei didn't bow down in a dignified manner like Yao Sen did. He owed Wang Mang a little and bowed.

"Zhang Lan, move a chair to sit down for the genius doctor!" Wang Mang cleared his fragile and dumb throat, and ordered with an unpleasant tearing voice.

Zhang Lan nodded, and moved a wooden chair from the corner of the wall and placed it behind Baimei.

As for Yao Sen, she gave him a cold glance, and didn't even plan to move him a stool. Yao Sen was not angry, just watching her squinted, stood up and walked to the side, moving around the bed. Leave it to the white eyebrows.

Baimei leaned close to the bed, sitting on the chair, looking at Wang Mang’s face, his eyes were black, his eyes were dull, his cheeks were deeply sunken, his jaws and bones were very prominent, making him look sick and ugly...

White eyebrows raised his eyes, and he glanced at Wang Mang's fold and dry skin. His long and thick white eyebrows couldn't help but frowned. His eyes were serious, **** were placed on Wang Mang's left wrist, and the weak pulse passed. The fingers cannot clearly perceive...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! With all due respect, Lord Wang Mang, your physical condition is really terrible, your energy and blood have been lost, and your mental will is on the verge of...Oh!"

Half of Baimei’s words, he looked at Wang Mang with some admiration. He could see that Wang Mang’s mental state was already at a very extreme level.

If it were an ordinary person, this weak will would have long been unable to resist physical pain and huge deficits. I am afraid it would just burp into the ground. However, although Wang Mang’s will is weak, it is extremely tough and insignificant. A trace of cocoa can exert tremendous physical pressure.

Bai Mei frowned, rubbed his right hand on the bed sheet, and groaned for a while before he looked at Wang Mang and said:

"Master Wang Mang, can I smell the person who cast the curse on you? What is his character? Are there any objects that contain his vitality? For example, weapons and underwear are all right!"

"Is that a cultivator, character... cruel?" After all, being able to ignore his life just to kill his own blood horse is really a ruthless compliment.

"As for what you said...I have it too! Infinite!" Wang Mang whispered, and a black mist immediately lifted up in this small wooden house, and the humanoid infinite servant stood in Wang Mang. By the side of his bed, he glanced at Baimei suspiciously.

"Well, you show that little finger to Baimei!"

Hearing the words, looking at Baimei, stretched out his hand and took out a **** finger from his black misty body, Baimei took it smoothly, and his face suddenly showed a look of horror!