Bug Master In Doomsday

Wearing a hat and wearing a rattan armour, the MCA envoy looked like the ancient Japanese pirate’s jumping footwork. He cut it off with a single knife and jumped back six or seven meters away. The leader of the team responsible for escorting food was cut off with his left arm. .

"Ah!" With a scream of pain, a large stream of red blood sprayed from the wound of the broken arm, staining the hot soup tumbling in the bucket.

"Blood splashed into the dinner?!" Ma Hua, holding a wild sword, frowned slightly, seeing that the fragrant broth was stained with blood, and suddenly a sigh of hostility oozes from his triangular eyes. "Exactly, blame me this time. I'm afraid that no one has let him blood for a long time. The big wound in the bowl is sprayed with so much blood!"

The ability person whose left arm was cut off with a stab with blood red eyes violently covering the wound, but the gurgling blood still seeped from the tightly clasped fingers.

His will is also considered tough, enduring the pain, retreating to the edge of the bullock cart, "Are you from the Human Alliance or the Worm Group?"

"In addition to more than a thousand catties of grain, my ox cart has two sacks of medicinal vines worth a hundred gold. As long as you let me go, these are yours!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?! Killing you, these things are not the same as ours? Hahaha!"

A Mahua dressed as a ronin, with a haughty and arrogant smile at the corner of his mouth, and a metre away, Ye Taidao pointed directly at his nose, "Did you bleed and faint? Say this kind of mindless words."

"I'll understand if you say that...I'm from the insect group again." The superpower who was clutching the broken arm panted slightly, revealing a mouthful of cold white teeth.

"I'll be a prisoner!" He held up his blood-stained right hand, squatted down on the bullock cart very obediently, and placed his only hand on the back of his head obediently.

"It's really boring." Mahua dressed as a ronin took out a pair of iron shackles from the waist of the rattan armour, and threw it to the supernatural person at a distance of three to five meters. What tricks are you trying to play!"

Ma Hua's stern voice was like the bitter wind of winter, as if there was a slight change in the ability of the broken arm. The wild sword in his hand will cut off his neck!

"The little one is called Zhou Ying, and the adults can also call the little one." With a smirk, the man with the broken arm ability locked his ankles with iron shackles, and the gurgling blood from the broken arm wetted him. The loose light armor seemed a bit oozing.

"Calling you? You deserve it too!" Ma Hua sneered sarcastically, stepped forward two steps, and kicked Zhou Ying's face. "What are you doing standing there?! Find an open space!"

"Yes, yes!" Zhou Ying was kicked and hurriedly stood up with one hand. The flattering smile on her face gradually became stiff, and she lowered her eyes to look at the wound of her severed arm. The sludge and weeds on the ground made the fragile flesh sting unbearable.

He slowly lowered his head, and found an open space, lying on the ground like a dog.

"Vice team, this time the action is almost the same. We will let Xiaohang do something later. Let's divide the grain and the medicine vine. It's not too early. We will wait for it later. Let's go to Yan. A meal in your building?"

Ma Hua winked his eyes at the companion beside him, instructed the two trembling men to dump the bucket, clean up the bonfire, put **** in their mouths, "Hey Lü Lü ~~" whistled a loud and long whistle!