Bug Master In Doomsday

Raw water is definitely not allowed to drink, whether it is a supernatural person or an ordinary person, this clear water from the lake dare not taste it no matter how sweet it is.

Last time there was a thirsty fool who took a big sip while holding water. As a result, he suffered from abdominal pain that day, and a few sticky worms with thin fingers popped out of his eyeballs.

‘Grumbling! 'The boiling lake in the iron bucket was tumbling and bubbling, and a smear of white foam floating on the water was scooped off by the man in charge of making the fire with an iron spoon. He raised his head and looked nervously at the supernatural power lying on the bullock cart. , Asked carefully: "Lord...Should you add two pieces of bacon? Guys are all hungry..."

"Didn't you want to drink water?! Why do you want to drink broth now?" The supernatural person lying on the grain sacks glanced at the tumbling hot water, and swallowed subconsciously.

He had already drunk the water in the kettle, and now it was three or four hours before noon, and his stomach was a little hungry.

"Add a few more pieces of bacon! Add the two ribs too! Give me a quick meal later, and run back to town at a jog speed for me!"

The superpower jumped out of the ox cart and untied the kettle on his waist. Not afraid of being hot, he reached into the bucket and filled the pot abruptly. "You two go get another bucket of water. If you make the soup again, , How can such a little water be enough."

The supernatural powers who are instigated by anger are the incarnation of the rules in this team of six or seven people. Every word he says is an order. These men who have not even awakened their superpowers will not feel unfair, three or four years in the last days. Time has allowed them to adapt to this way of life.

Lying in the reeds, Xiaohang pulled the sleeves of his captain Zhang Niu, and leaned in his ears and asked in a low voice: "Captain, this is a supernatural power. Once our team is out of the way, it's not enough ?"

Captain Zhang Niu squinted at him, "Did you not see them cooking for us?"

"I......."

The older young man looked at Xiaohang's dazed appearance and couldn't help but smile, "Xiaohang, this mission is mainly to show you to the world, otherwise the captain and I will take the primary mission. This low-level task is to get a little blood on your hands, and you will be the one with the ability to do it later!"

Xiaohang nodded. He has been training at the base for three months, and he has a little awareness of walking on this road. He often hears from instructors that after the first murder, most people are stimulated and their stomachs will contract uncontrollably. Even vomiting.

He clenched his fist slightly to pump himself up, and he couldn't vomit! Even if you want to vomit, you have to bear it. The captain treats himself well, but he can't let the captain down.

But the facts have proved that for the first time on the battlefield, even the ‘battlefield’ where only the two sides combined can barely exceed ten people is enough to shock the mind of a hairy boy!

The other of the five-person team lay in ambush on the other side of the trail. When the iron bucket of bacon, the aroma of ribs overflowed, the supernaturalist and the group of men were picking up the table and chopsticks and preparing to start a gang.

‘Huh! The light of a silver knife flashed, and the cruel man wearing a pair of vine armor and holding a Nota sword in his hand jumped out from the reeds.

The swift speed of the blade, the sharp blade, and a sudden attack took advantage of people’s unpreparedness. In just an instant, the right arm of the superpower was chopped off.

"Damn! What kind of knife do you do, Xiao Ma! The blood has spilled into our dinner!"