Bug Master In Doomsday

"Haha, interesting," Wang Mang couldn't help smiling as he looked at the social youth who hooked his finger.

"You? Call me?" Wang Mang pointed to himself.

"Yes, it's you. It's not a good thing to look at your wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes. Hurry up and apologize to Brother Fan, otherwise you are afraid of feeding the zombies."

The young people beckoned impatiently and asked Wang Mang to kneel down and admit his mistake to Brother Fan.

There are several men with the same stubborn look around, lest they don’t watch, they are even more ready to pull Wang Mang at the door into the house and discipline him.

Liu Fan, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Wang Mang standing at the door, but felt a touch of familiarity. After thinking about it, he didn't think about it, so he didn't care about him, and let his staff clean up.

My own hand touched the beautiful women who were nestling next to him in a dishonest way.

Wang Mang looked at the two or three tattooed men approaching him with cigarettes in his hands, his face full of suffocation. One of them even spit out thick sputum at Wang Mang’s feet.

"Hurry up to our brother Fan to kneel down and admit a mistake, apologize, and then lick the sputum on the ground, you can go,"

The leading tattooed man looked at Wang Mang disdainfully, and took a breath, his face was even more revealing.

"I heard no ears are deaf?!" The tattooed man was even more annoyed when Wang Mang didn't answer. He stretched out his hand to grasp Wang Mang's collar.

But a steady and strong hand squeezed his wrist tightly like a steel bar.

"Do you know? It's still a long, long time, no one dared to talk to me like this, because they were all killed by me!!"

The smile on Wang Mang’s face became a little savage, and with one hand, he pulled the tattooed man’s arm with one hand, and the other hand was like a cannonball that slammed into the tattooed man’s chest.

With a muffled sound, the tattooed man's chest was shattered like a mass of mud!

Wang Mang pumped his **** fist, shook it, took out a ball of tissues, wiped the blood from his hands in disgust, "a bunch of rubbish!"

The people around saw this scene, they were a little bit stunned. From the beginning to the end, the tattooed man couldn't even let out his dying howl, but fell to the ground like a rag doll with a muffled noise. ,

The blood spattered around dyed their clothes red, but they did not dare to move at all, and the fear in their eyes became more and more intense.

"Who are you!" Liu Fan, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't sit still anymore when he saw this man murdering people without warning.

He stood up with a shocked look, and looked at Wang Mang's face again, an image that was extremely disgusting appeared in his heart!

"Are you Wang Mang?!" Liu Fan looked at Wang Mang's more masculine features, and then matched his violent and murderous action.

I can’t think of it. This is Wang Mang who bullied him in high school.

"Oh? It's Liu Fan, where in life doesn't meet each other,"

Wang Mang also saw clearly the appearance of this so-called Fan, with earrings, bright yellow hair, and his face full of scorn, he really was his ‘acquaintance’ when he was in high school.

Wang Mang smiled at Liu Fan, closed the door with his backhand, the insect pattern on his palm flashed, dozens of flying insects suddenly appeared, and he rushed towards the dozen tattooed men.

Some were still in a daze, and some didn’t have an urgent reaction at all. In just a short while, dozens of flying insects took advantage of the situation and got into their skin, among the seven orifices.