Bug Master In Doomsday

No one thought that the girl who was about to be sent to the burning platform had changed her silence after being captured. When the whole family gathered, hysterically, she frantically shouted the so-called words of allegiance to Wang Mang.

Listening to her shout, Wang Mang smiled with interest, then turned to ask the patriarch of the unicorn tribe, "Is this woman true? My image is really their totem? "

The patriarch's face was a little ugly, "Holy, she is telling lies, where is their totem noble you?

Their totem depicts a monster that walks upright and is covered with a hideous carapace. The monster has no humanity and will only gnaw flesh and blood greedily and madly. Compared to your perfect image, it is a heaven and an underground! "

Wang Mang nodded, but he didn't believe the words of the patriarch in his heart. His words were too prejudiced and subjective.

However, he is still curious about the method that can hide the scales in the body. In the end, which method is a secret technique that can be practiced, or is it an innate talent in the blood?

"Send her to me, I have something to ask her!" Wang Mang directly ordered, and the patriarch of the unihorn clan sighed in regret. Why didn't this heresy be burned to death earlier!

"Send down that **** slave! Saint has something to ask her!"

With a command, the four unicorns who firmly controlled Zang Ting’s face vibrated their thin wings and galloped in the direction of Wang Mang, and then stopped firmly in mid-air, leaving Zang Ting mercilessly. Thrown on the ground.

Zang Ting, who fell to the ground with a ‘bang’, immediately turned over, regardless of the bruises on her body, kneeled respectfully in front of Wang Mang, and kissed the mud in front of Wang Mang with a pair of red lips reverently.

"Holy! You are the totem of our Tibetan Ling tribe, and we are all your most devout believers! We can walk upright and have fine scale armor like you..."

Listening to her words, Wang Mang interrupted bluntly without waiting for her to continue speaking, "Let's not talk about it now. Now you quickly tell me how your clan hides the scales into the body, is it a secret technique or a talent? !"

Zang Ting's beautiful and beautiful green face couldn't help but raise her head, her expression was a little dazed, "You...don't you know?"

"Yeah!" Wang Mang replied dullly, and squinted her eyes with an unkind expression, urging her to say quickly.

"Uh... the name of our race is Zangling. This is a kind of talent and a technique that relies on acquired cultivation. The more talented the clansman, the more hidden scales.

When the Fa Jue has been cultivated to a high and deep state, the scales can be concealed or liberated in just a single thought. "

"Hmm...what are the requirements for the tactics you cultivate?" Wang Mang's sharp claws put the evil seal knife in his hand. It seems that this image of himself can be saved, at least it is more transparent. The law of the world, this method is much faster.

"Yes! This technique requires the first ray of purple gas at sunrise every day, and the people of the tribe use their own energy to help them suppress the scales that need to be hidden."

"So that's it!" Wang Mang nodded seriously, looked down at Zang Ting and thought for a while. When he raised his head, he said in a gentle but unrejectable unicorn language: "Patriarch, this heresy is of some use to me, just Let me handle it for you."