Bug Master In Doomsday

In the early morning of the next day, strands of warm sunlight shone on Wang Mang’s bare-chested body lying on the bed.

At this time, Wang Mang was observing the five dark worm eggs with faint signs of breaking their shells in the worm sac.

The black three worms, who were originally stunned, were not in a daze in the sac space. Instead, they used their bodies to tightly guard the worm eggs soaked in the crater's blood.

His expression has also become alert and alert, and when there is a slight movement, he instantly lifts his sharp forelimbs as a defensive gesture.

Wang Mang watched for a while, and then recovered his mental power. It seems that the black three worm eggs may not hatch until the afternoon.

With his hands behind his head, Wang Mang leaned half of his body against the head of the bed, looking at Liu Ying, who was sleeping sweetly beside him. He didn't intend to wake her up. He just opened the quilt gently, put on shorts, and went into the bathroom to wash.

"Husband, are you awake?"

Liu Ying stood up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, covered her mouth with her hand, and couldn't help but yawn.

"Well, you're sleeping for a while, don't worry, I'll take a stroll on the street and bring you breakfast later." Wang Mang wiped the drops of water on his head and looked at Liu Ying, who was fighting with his eyelids. It was also very interesting. Laughed twice,

"Well, husband, I want to eat steamed buns with meat and vegetables,"

When Liu Ying heard Wang Mang was going to buy breakfast, her eyes widened. After thinking about what she was going to eat, she just lay on a comfortable bed. After a while, she let out a slight breathing.

Wang Mang put on a casual jacket and looked at Liu Ying, whose clothes were messy and exposing large white skin, and shook her head speechlessly.

Yesterday, Xiaoying and I tossed together until 11 or 12 o’clock and fell asleep, and now it’s less than 5 o’clock.

Wang Mang put her slender jade leg as white and greasy as ivory into the bed, and tucked her quilt corner. Only then was he satisfied, opened the door of the room, and walked out.

As soon as he left the house, Wang Mang felt a slight coolness. The window in the corridor outside the room was half-hidden, and some damp cold wind blew in from outside.

Wang Mang tightened his jacket tightly. It seems that autumn is about to start. The journey to the hidden dragon stele must not be delayed until winter. At that time, the road was blocked and slippery.

I am afraid that only walking carefully can barely walk on the frozen road.

Wang Mang went down the stairs and pushed open the glass door of the hotel. The humid cold wind was blowing harder.

But on the most prosperous pedestrian street, it was a lively scene. The wide pavement was hung with unextinguished colored lights, and the steaming breakfast shops on both sides of the street also began to shout.

"First-order pig demon meat buns, fist-big meat buns are only sold for one silver coin! There are fried dough sticks, fried buns, and warm lamb noodle soup."

"Zhajiang noodles, Zhajiang noodles! Two silver coins a bowl!"

"Barbecue, barbecue, skewers of first-order monster meat, come to try it!"

Watching this lively scene, Wang Mang found some scenes of hunting and killing monsters in his previous life.

I remember at that time, I went out every morning at this time, and then ate a bowl of inexpensive pork noodles at the breakfast stall, and then went out of the city to fight the monster beast.

But now all the gathering places are in their infancy, and even the catering industry is not developing very fast. In the past life, there was a very foresighted catering business owner who was aware of the huge demand in the superpower market.

Those with supernatural powers tend to eat several times that of ordinary people. Although breakfast in the breakfast shop can fill the appetite, but the low-priced food can provide too little energy. If you go out for two laps, the food will be enough. It's been digested completely,