Bug Master In Doomsday

Hearing this, Wang Mang stared at Ah Shu, and suddenly laughed, "A Shu, I didn't think your origins are so shallow, your identity still has such a big secret!"

Ah Shu hehe laughed twice, and said with humility: "My lord, you are thankful. It was a coincidence that I came to this art space and time. Later, I was recommended by Master Gunner and became the warehouse manager. "

When Wang Mang saw that Ah Shu was unwilling to tell his origins and did not force him, he just smiled at the corner of his mouth and turned away from the subject:

"A mouse, you should take me to other warehouses to have a look, and when the things are finished, I will also go back to the space to practice!"

Ah Shu nodded quickly, and took Wang Mang into the armor warehouse to please. After a while, Wang Mang smiled and walked out holding a large storage ring.

The mouse, who was next to Wang Mang, raised his head and smiled flatteringly: "My lord, there are a lot of good treasures in the weapon storehouse, you hurry up with me,"

It took three or four hours for one person and one mouse to finally walk around a dozen warehouses.

Most of the warehouses that the two entered, the original piles of various materials, have all been removed, and the dozens of large warehouses have unexpectedly appeared in an extremely empty state like never before!

"My lord, go well, and you will come again in a while, and I will keep you all the good things!" A Shu stood half-standing, waving his little paw hard, and saying goodbye to Wang Mang with a flattering smile.

Wang Mang, who was clinking on his body, also looked back and waved his hand at it with a smile, "Trouble you, don't give it away!"

Under Ashu’s watch, Wang Mang squeezed the golden hoop of his wrist, with a thought, called out a light blue space-time vortex, and stepped in.

With a trance in his eyes, Wang Mang instantly returned to the practice space lined with bamboo groves and creeks. The space was as quiet as ever, with only the sound of a breeze blowing bamboo leaves.

Wang Mang looked around and shook his head suddenly. Before this was the training space of Senior Ji, now he is dead, and this training space has become his own.

Anyway, in the past ten years, Ji has nothing to do and rarely comes to this practice space, Wang Mang is not unaccustomed.

Sitting cross-legged on the bamboo mat by the stream, Wang Mang laughed excitedly and unbuttoned a small black bag on his belt. In the black bag, exquisite storage rings were piled up on everything, which looked particularly pleasing to the eye.

Wang Mang grinned, and pinched a few of them in his palm for a closer look. Each storage ring had a volume of 1,000 cubic meters, and it was filled with all kinds of medicinal pills.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the dozens of storage rings in Wang Mang's black bag alone contain enough materials for one hundred thousand supernaturalists to use for half a year!

"Well, these materials will be distributed to most of the insect group at that time, and the insect group will be the capital of their own rise. At that time, they will select the most loyal elite members from the insect group to form their strongest army!"

Wang Mang's eyes were deep, and a trace of remembrance flashed across him.

After I left this trial time and space, I didn’t know how Zhang Lan, who was responsible for the formation of the killer organization, and Qian Xiaobai, who led the high-level zombies, were doing. Compared to their own time, their progress would not be better. Small!

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While Wang Mang was looking back in a trance, Qian Xiaobai was lying leisurely on the top floor of a small western-style building, leaning comfortably on a recliner and basking in the sun.

He moved, squinted his eyes extremely comfortably, and glanced at the side of the couch.

Before Qian Xiaobai could speak, a pretty woman with a nice face and a graceful figure put a peeled grape into his mouth with a smile on her face!