Bug Master In Doomsday

"Tell me, what exactly is this stone tablet?" Cang Hai sat on a sandalwood magistrate's chair, smoking a cigarette specially provided by the Insect Group, pointed his finger at the stone tablet that was more than ten meters high in front of him, frowning and asked. One sentence.

"Master Hui! This stele is a convenience created by the masters of this other world for these natives!

They can use all kinds of valuable materials in the world to exchange money from the stele, and these currencies can buy all kinds of weapons and materials needed by the indigenous people in the stele. "

The talking man took out a gold ticket of 100 denomination from the storage ring and handed it respectfully to Canghai. Canghai smiled at him with a gentle face, and took the gold ticket politely, holding the gold ticket with both hands. Looking at the sun carefully, the vivid and vivid golden dragon, the lavender anti-counterfeiting watermark.

Cang Hai looked at it for a while, put down the golden ticket in his hand, and suddenly raised his head and sighed with emotion, "The controller of this other world treats the natives as if he treats his own children, but what about the way of heaven in our world?

Heaven is ruthless, and everything is a dog! The Patriarch took a lot of hard work to reach that step! How many cultivators were killed by Thunder Tribulation? ! Ugh--! "

The tea owner standing behind the Grand Master's chair also nodded with emotion, "Yes, Master Canghai, how else would the Patriarch open up this other world...

How many people will die in the war? In the last war, our seven sects killed tens of thousands of disciples. For the second war, the Patriarch's forcible breakthrough was for us and for the world to have a better cultivation environment! "

Hearing this, Cang Hai felt a little annoyed for no reason, but his city mansion was extremely deep, and his face never showed up. He still had a calm and breezy look. His light white and slender fingers slowly tapped the armrest of the Grand Master's chair. After a while, he asked, "Is there any news from the insect group?"

"Master Canghai, according to the accurate information from our informants, the insect group is preparing a large-scale welcoming ceremony in order to welcome some unknown people..."

"I don't know who you are?!" Cang Hai frowned and asked.

The speaking man suddenly became a little apprehensive, his arm trembling because of tension, but under the psychological pressure, he nodded tremblingly, "Yes...sir..."

"Your work is a bit unprofessional. A welcoming ceremony on such a huge scale hasn't even figured out the target?!" Cang Hai's tone became a little cold for the first time.

"Pop! Papa!" Two loud slaps in the face of the tea master directly slapped the face of his hand, his saliva flew, his cheeks flushed, and hurriedly cursed: "What are you doing for food?! I can't inquire about this little thing Come here, drag it down and interrupt his dog legs!"

Cang Hai quietly looked at the tea master, without uttering any objection. After a scream that pierced into the bone marrow came not far away, Cang Hai said flatly: "Tea master, I will save you this time. But if there is another time when the information I want is not available, you can interrupt your doglegs."

The butchers around, Master Bu Shi looked at the tea owner with a few drops of cold sweat on his cheeks, with a little sympathy in his eyes.

After this period of understanding, this Master Canghai really did what he said. He was gentle on the surface, but he was indifferent to his bones. If there is a next time, the tea owner might have to be a **** in the second half of his life.