Bug Master In Doomsday

"That's good! Otherwise, only Penglai knows the exact coordinates of this world. Where does our empire need artificial hands to attack others? After your kid takes the throne, this huge world will be regarded as a grown-up gift from your foster father, hahaha! "

Yuan Qing laughed vigorously, and he also made a little joke, who was always serious.

The young man didn’t have much excitement in his words. On the contrary, he said with some worry: "No matter what adult ceremony my adoptive father gave me, I like it, but you should be careful when you are in another world. Land or something. Not important, your body is the most important."

"Okay, okay, you little devil is still worried about me. When I was fighting with your father **** days, you were still breastfeeding in your mother's arms.

I'm a lot of age, and I will take care of myself. On the contrary, you should be more careful when serving your father, because the cold and hot subordinates can't handle it. "

After a few more words, Yuan Qing hung up the call. He and the majesty of the current empire have known each other since they were young. Now most of the territory of the empire was fought down by the two, a **** war. The relationship between the two has long been like brothers.

It's just that in the last siege to attack the royal city, his old brother, the current imperial emperor, was cut three times by the brave defender!

The knife saw the bone, the knife was deadly. After the war, he did not die, but the root cause of the disease was left. Now, no one can see your Majesty...time is running out.

Yuan Qing thought about it, and sighed quietly. He had no children under his knees, and he had long regarded his brother's only son as his own flesh and blood.

If he died in this alien war, he would have no regrets, but how would this huge, easy-to-reach world get into his hands?

Fortunately, there is no war in the empire today. The brave and invincible tiger army in the past will become the heaviest weight for the empire to seize the world!

......

When Yuan Qing was planning everything for the future of the empire, in a small sect resident with no more than a hundred people, he wore a semi-old Taoist robe, and the old Taoist with messy hair was holding a wooden bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other. Looking at the bonfire in front of him, he was ecstatic.

Suddenly, he sighed and closed his eyes as if admitting his fate.

"Come out, don't hide anymore... My **** Shuimen has passed on for seven hundred and sixty-seven years, and now it's about to be cut off in my hands. I'm sorry to the ancestors, my Jiang Zhu is the sect. Sinner!" The old Tao put down the bowl and cried bitterly like a child.

"Om!" The light blue forbidden formation turned into a semicircle, which perfectly wrapped this small wooden hut.

With a sore sound, the thick floor on the ground melted out of thin air, and a group of creeping mud poured out from the gap. The mud gradually creeped up and turned into a cold and evil young puppet.

Needless to say, Lao Dao understood this cruel fate before he lost his mind. All of the more than one hundred disciples in the sect died, but the soul aura was attached to the skins on the dolls.

After he knew his disciple had been brutally killed by this group of supernaturalists, it was his turn...

At this time, the old Dao did not make unnecessary resistance at all. He quietly closed his eyes and led his neck to kill. He was in a trance for more than ten minutes, and he was seen that there was any flaw in this forbidden formation... Don't say escape, even pass. The news can't be done either.