Bug Master In Doomsday

"Are people nowadays so bad?" Liu Ying heard the cheers from around her, she paused stiffly while eating snacks, and muttered to herself in disbelief.

Wang Mang seemed to have heard Liu Ying's words, but only frowned and shook his head: "Human nature is like this."

"Now that we know how good we are, we will recruit some highlights in the future, don't make any other **** tricks,"

"Go and give a small report to the inspection team in the city, and even if you are an ordinary person, can you beat our second-order ability person's Shui brother?"

The headed **** kicked and curled up again, blood-filled Yao Ping, after a few words of curse, he took his breath away and walked away.

Yao Ping, who was curled up, struggled to sit up and touched the blood on his head. The scarlet blood stained his palm.

He shook his head, wiped the blood on the palm of his trousers, picked up the glasses that were broken in half on the ground, and only one lens remained.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for my lens." Yao Ping limped to his feet on the ground, bending down and looking for the transparent lens next to him.

"Look, does he look like a dog,"

"What is an image? It's basically it."

The ridicule and sarcasm of the onlookers made Yao Ping's body pause.

But the limping thin body persisted in finding the lens that had been stepped on into several small pieces from the ground.

A few drops of blood on the head dripped on the transparent lens, reflecting the beautiful light under the sunlight,

"Oh," Wang Mang sighed. He saw a lot of things like this in the last days. It stands to reason that he hadn't had that cheap sympathy for a long time, but the thin body in front of him reminded him of the weak but stubborn self in the previous life.

The cowardly young man lowered his head, holding broken eyes in his hands, and limped away from the crowd of people who avoided the plague, leaving only the pool of bright red blood between the roads.

"Let's go, give him these jerky, it's a good deed," Wang Mang looked at Liu Ying with sympathy in his eyes, and reached out and held her little hand tightly.

He is like the self he used to be, weak, helpless, cowardly and stubborn, but in this new life, his girlfriend is by his side, but his is already dead.

Liu Ying was a little overwhelmed by Wang Mang’s sudden hand in hand. When she heard Wang Mang was going to help the cowardly young man who looked only 17 or 18 years old, she nodded in deep agreement.

The crowd of onlookers saw that the lively two sides had left, and they all dispersed in a rush.

Wang Mang and the four followed Yao Ping from a distance. Seeing him walking into a shack where refugees gathered, Wang Mang hesitated and chose to follow in.

"Who are you, are you here to kill me,"

Yao Ping knelt beside a wooden bed, his tone was flat, holding the hands of a young female corpse in both hands, and gently pulled the hair of the corpse back.

With tears in her eyes silently, she quietly looked at the cold face of the dead young girl,

When Wang Mang heard the question, he did not answer. He just put a bag of dried meat and dried meat in a stinking shack.

Approaching Yao Ping, who was kneeling, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed softly: "Sorrow and change,"

Yao Ping, who recovered his senses, saw that the person who patted his shoulder turned out to be a Tier 2 ability person, his eyes were bright, but they soon dimmed.

Looking at the changes in his eyes, Wang Mang nodded in his heart. This young man was not stupid enough to think that others would avenge him for no reason.

When Wang Mang was about to turn around and leave, Yao Ping, who was kneeling on the ground, said,

"Brother, wait, I want to make a deal with you,"