Bug Master In Doomsday

While Wang Mang and the tens of thousands of spectators were waiting impatiently, in a luxurious hall at the top of the Shura Field, leaning on the back of a chair, the official Bai, who was reading the ancient books, raised his eyes slightly and looked at kneeling in the hall. The referee shivering all over,

"You said, Wang Mang went to the Xiuluochang to fight again?" Bai Li gently closed the ancient book in his hand, frowned slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking!

"Yes...Yes, Lord Bai, that Wang Mang just killed a swordsman, and is now waiting for the next opponent in the Shura Field. According to the little man, he wants to experiment with new tricks! "

The middle-aged referee who shuddered like a sieve, even if he replies, his forehead is tightly pressed to the ground, and he dare not lift the slightest!

"It's really causing me trouble!" The official Bai gave a cold snort and slapped the ancient book in his hand on the table.

"My lord, what do you mean... let Wang Mang go back to the space to practice?" A seemingly clever waiter next to Bai Li asked boldly.

Bai Li glanced at him coldly, "What I'm going to do, when is it your turn to point out?"

"Sorry...sorry lord! The villain didn't mean it!"

The clever waiter immediately knelt down when he heard the words, and kept kowtow at the white official with an expression of trepidation, his forehead kowtow on the hard ground, which seemed quite abrupt in this quiet hall!

The official Bai retracted his gaze from him, leaned on the soft chair back and frowned for a while, before he said: "You don't need to worry about this. From now on, Wang Mang's opponent, I will find someone to arrange it!"

The referee heard the words like an amnesty, cautiously propped up his kneeling body, respectfully poked at the official, and walked away from the main hall with a little disintegration.

The official Bai waited for his referee to leave, looked down at the waiter beside him who kept knocking his head, and waved his hand irritably, "Hurry up, don't let me see you again, by the way, go and find the halberd!"

The clever waiter knelt in thanks again for a while, and then ran away from the hall. After a little while, a black-clothed, serious-faced halberd came in from the hall entrance.

"Ji, see Lord Baili!" His back was slightly bent, and he held a standard and respectful hand.

Bai Li looked at the halberd in the hall, and finally showed a smile on his face, "halberd, you don’t need to salute like this in the future. It’s too troublesome. The Wang Mang who you are responsible for teaching, his future enemies in the Shura field will be arranged by you. Up!"

The halberd frowned, and a pair of falcon-like eyes appeared puzzled, "Master Bai, hasn't Wang Mang already passed the battle of victorious victory, why continue to arrange opponents?"

The official Bai also snorted coldly and tapped his fingers on the table. "For some boring reasons, you can arrange opponents for him, and his strength should be at least half stronger than him. If he survives a few games, he will know. It's hard to retreat!"

"Yes! Lord Baili!" Ji sternly bent over. He only needs to obey the words of Lord Baili. As for why, he never thinks too much.

Baili looked at Ji’s serious expression, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then the smile gradually stiffened, his face slowly showing a trace of melancholy.

He gently stroked the ancient book on the table with his palm, and asked in a low voice, "Ji, haven't you understood that level yet?"

Ji heard this, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, but he nodded heavily.

"Oh, my body is getting worse and worse. How I was in the position at the beginning, you know nothing better than that. At the peak, I can still suppress it, but now, I am a little bit powerless!"

The official Bai let out a faint sigh, and his words seemed to contain an unknown past!