Bug Master In Doomsday

Wang Mang listened to Mo Lan’s straightforward rebuttal, his face was full of anger, and the blue veins on his fist were protruding violently because of excessive force.

He was originally extremely pale, his face turned pale like a dead body, "Mo Lan! I just fought a battle, and my body has not recovered, why don't you tell me if you want to draw my blood?!"

Molan glanced at him silently, and said lightly: "Don't worry, you won't die, we will lose all our glory and prosperity. If you die, I won't survive. Of course, the most blood drawn now will make you collapse for a while. That's it!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mang's anger seemed to be extinguished out of thin air by a basin of cold water, and there was a sense of powerlessness all over his body.

He sighed, and simply sat directly on the hospital bed, took out two bottles of recovery medicine and kept filling them, letting Mo Lan draw blood, what could he do? Is it possible to kill her?

Fortunately, even though Mo Lan has a bad temper, her work efficiency is quite high. The white pill the size of a ping-pong ball and mixed with mottled blood streaks finally condenses into shape!

Wang Mang raised his hand and held the white pill cautiously in his palm. After Mo Lan completed the task, she yawned humanely. With a flash of golden light, she suddenly moved into the insect pattern and went to sleep!

Holding the white pill in his hand, Wang Mang looked at Xuanhu who was lying on the hospital bed and breathing shortly.

Due to the damage to the internal organs, the demon king Xuanhu's breathing sounded quite violently. His big mouth with fangs was half open, and he seemed to be swallowing the air greedily. The snoring gradually became louder. Wang Mang narrowed his eyes and got close to it. Around.

He opened it with one hand and pinched his cheeks. Due to the external force, the opening of his fangs mouth became a bit exaggerated.

Wang Mang didn't care about anything else, he held the white pill in his other hand and stuffed it directly into its throat, and then a full bottle of healing potion was pulled off the cork, and the white pill was poured into Xuanhu's stomach!

"Roar!" Xuan Hu, who was still in a comatose state, closed his eyes tightly, his badly injured body rolled over with difficulty, and a painful and hesitant growl subconsciously uttered from his throat.

Wang Mang’s astonishing induction was like a detector, clearly perceiving Xuanhu’s physical condition at the moment. The white pill that entered the stomach instantly shrank and turned into a trace of thick energy to penetrate into the veins of Xuanhu’s body.

When Wang Mang saw that the white pill's energy flowed into its tiger head, the corners of his mouth could not help but rose slightly, and the plan was successful!

One day and one night passed in a flash, the empty ward was covered with a hideous tiger's head, and the thin Xuanhu slowly opened his eyes.

The afterglow of the sunset sun followed the window glass and shone on the snow-white quilt covering it. It looked a little blankly and couldn't react to it for a while.

"Here...what is it?!" It struggled to sit up, leaning against the bedside and looking at the unmanned room, two sickbeds, a plate of fruit on the bedside table, and a trace of air oozing out of the air. It has a faint pungent breath, but it seems to be emitted from the white cloth strips wrapped around its body.

"Is this cloth fixing the bones?" Xuanhu muttered to himself, and immediately scratched his head. He couldn't figure it out, and he would appear here when he woke up!

"Human stuff! Could it be that Wang Mang saved me?!" He stroked the bandage on his chest with his thick hands, and the most unacceptable thought in his mind suddenly appeared. It seems to be the case!