Bug Master In Doomsday

"Also collect some information of those in power, secretly, if possible, cultivate some undercover agents into their lives to perform some special tasks,"

"I call this organization [Insect Group]"

"Brother Mang, you gave me this life, and I will definitely complete the task you gave me," Yao Ping patted his chest, with firmness and assurance in his eyes.

Wang Mang waved his hand gently.

"When you recruit members, pay more attention to those who are determined and have the potential to cultivate, and it is best to have people with three educations and nine ranks."

"Whether it is the privileged senior in the gathering place or the beggar on the side of the road, we must try our best to develop into a part of our organization,"

"I will bring you 10,000 gold dragon coins tomorrow morning as your start-up capital,"

"There are also 100 parasitic leeches for you. If you meet the right ones, you can let him take the leeches and become a junior member of the organization."

Yao Pingyang seriously remembered every point Wang Mang said in his mind. No matter how amazing Wang Mang’s words were, Yao Ping’s expression remained unchanged.

Wang Mang stopped talking, frowned and thought about it carefully. He has been preparing for this organization for a long time.

My own natal parasites don’t appear to be very strong in combat, and they are even a little weak.

But through the parasite as the parasite and the golden mother worm as the medium, Wang Mang can easily control the life and death of the host parasitized by the worm.

"I still have some equipment that is not too high-end, and all the weapons are left to you. I will return to the Dragon City in about half a year. I hope you will not disappoint me."

Wang Mang pointed the burnt cigarette **** in his hand to the dirt on the ground and gently crushed it.

Yao Ping nodded, he was no longer ready to speak frankly, he was still ready to prove himself through future actions.

"By the way, there is one more thing about your awakening." Wang Mang was about to get up, and suddenly thought of something, rubbing his chin, looking at the white flame pattern on Yao Ping's arm that has not disappeared.

"These lines on your body can also be regarded as part of your pattern, which belongs to another way of awakening, but your situation is quite special, and I can't confirm it for the time being,"

"However, this is a good thing, not a bad thing. There is a certain connection between these lines on your body and the pattern on your palm, and it will also speed up your absorption of free energy in the air,"

"The energy of your whole body will also become easier to gather, and when you use abilities, it will be much smoother and easier than other abilities."

Wang Mang looked at the scars that disappeared from the surface of his skin, and he guessed the reason in his heart, but when he said it, he couldn't compare with the effect he had experienced.

"This is a gold ticket for one hundred golden dragon coins. Take the additional items you need and buy some martial arts that suit you. You can hold this knife next to you first."

Wang Mang took out a second-order sword-shaped ordinary soldier from the storage space and handed it to Yao Ping.

It's not that he doesn't want to give good, but Yao Ping is just a newly awakened superpower. With the mysterious weapon, the spirit weapon is too eye-catching. It is better to keep a low profile.

"Brother Mang, I will," Yao Ping took the golden ticket and a mortal soldier-level saber, but nodded sincerely.

"Husband, I went to dinner, Li... Leopard took us to find a restaurant that tasted quite good, as well as beer and liquor."

Liu Ying, who was eating skewers at a barbecue stall on the side of the street, beckoned to Wang Mang.

And Wang Hu and Li Shu next to Liu Ying were immersed in eating meat. Seeing Liu Ying shouting, they also waved at Wang Mang. The cheeks were swollen with food.

"Let's go, I'll treat you tonight. It's a celebration of your official awakening." Wang Mang patted Yao Ping on the back, watching his companion who was waving at him on the street and waving happily.