Bug Master In Doomsday

He was still the man in black with sullen eyes. He panted slightly, walked out of the dense forest, and wiped the blood-stained steel knife with a snow-white towel in his left hand.

The few drops of blood on the half-worm mask that have not been wiped indicate that he has just committed a cruel and tyrannical crime.

"The life of this clone is quite tenacious, and it cost me more than 3,600 dollars..."

"You can't think about it this way. Maybe it's because your knife skills have improved. Has this knife practice produced an effect as thin as a cicada's wings?"

"The first five hundred dollars is okay, but the next few thousand dollars will become even worse. Next time, let me give you the opportunity.

Didn't you just use your organization points to redeem a copy of Thunder Sword Technique, it just fits with your abilities, you practice more control, you will definitely be nominated for the deputy captain next year. "

The two men in black walked slowly side by side, talking about cruel crimes exuding strong blood like co-workers chatting. They are ruthless executioners, conscience, sympathy, and such things they don't need.

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"Zhang Nan's matter, please mention your opinions." Wang Mang said lightly, and drew a cigarette with a fierce centipede printed from the cigarette case.

This cigarette is wrapped in tobacco grown on the most fertile black soil by foreign captives. Among them, the cigarette held in Wang Mang's finger is the highest quality of all tobacco.

The high-end cigarettes made from the special-grade tobacco are matched with a cigarette paper costing ten gold dragon coins, and the rich smoke flows straight into the throat through the special-grade sponge.

Wang Mang took a deep breath and frowned his sword eyebrows slightly. He scanned the silent conference room, and the look in his eyes made all the think tank members shudder.

"Boss! The spiritual energy in those cultivators is nothing more than another form of energy. The most critical problem Zhang Nan is facing now is how to hide his aura of supernatural powers.

We have helped him build a spiritual energy circulation in his body. As long as he closes the spiritual platform and cuts off the aura flow in the upper body, the flaw in his palm will never be discovered! "

"Lao Zhang is right!" An elegant middle-aged man agreed and stretched out his right palm. His left index finger swiped gently on the palm, and said in a calm and determined tone: "Old Zhang's method is indeed effective, but it is too contemplative.

The breath of the wound in Zhang Nan's palm actually has another more convenient way to solve it. Don't forget, his body is essentially a bug.

Using some toxins to neutralize the fragile aura, and then infuse a large amount of aura, I calculated that as long as the aura is full, three minutes can completely cover the wound in his palm. "

Wang Mang sat on the main seat of the conference table with his hands propped on the thick wooden table. After a moment of pondering, he nodded slightly, "Just do what you said, contact him now!"

"Yes!" Wang Mang gave an order, and the think tanks in the conference room immediately had a heated discussion. With the help of just a few minutes, they had a brainstorm and worked out all the details and feasibility of the plan.

After finishing a little bit, he passed them all to Zhang Nan, who was in another world, through the Ring of Doom.

Wang Mang silently rubbed the final ring on his index finger, and his eyes narrowed uncontrollably. Although Zhang Nan was just a chess piece, he was now qualified to play on the chessboard.

In the fight against each other, if a chess piece is used well, it may achieve a miraculous effect.