Bug Master In Doomsday

Zhang Lan looked at the curled up worm in Wang Mang's hand, acid reflux in his stomach.

But I couldn't help but stretched out my hand, free? Isn't it worthwhile to trade your trivial freedom for survival?

Thinking of this, Zhang Lan extended her hand to take the parasitic leech in Wang Mang's hand, closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, and threw it into her mouth.

I swallowed quickly, as if I didn’t want the worm to stay in my mouth for a moment.

"Oh~" Zhang Lan's stomach acid reflux, with this irritation, instantly retched.

Only the stomach acid and water in the stomach were vomited, but the parasitic leech that had just been swallowed failed to vomit.

"Zhang Lan, congratulations, I will guarantee your future life!"

When Wang Mang saw Zhang Lan swallow the parasitic leech, he laughed heartily and patted her leaning back.

"Zhang Lan, don't worry, the worm group is a force I established. They have swallowed parasitic leeches.

Anyone who swallows the parasitic leeches I gave can be counted as a member of the insect group."

Zhang Lan wiped the residual saliva on his lips and smiled reluctantly, "Brother Mang, I can count on yours now, right,"

When Wang Mang faced Zhang Lan's words with two meanings, he also showed a gentle smile and said, "Of course!"

Zhang Lan, who originally smiled very reluctantly, heard these words, her eyes became a little bit bright, and her eyes became more agile.

With a charming smile unique to mature white-collar workers, he said, "Brother Mang, you must protect people from now on," he licked his lips provocatively at Wang Mang after he finished speaking.

Wang Mang smiled softly, and didn't answer, but just ordered: "Zhang Lan, it's too early, you go to rest early."

Seeing that Wang Mang didn't care about his provocative and charming behavior at all, Zhang Lan couldn't help but sighed inwardly. After nodding, he turned and left.

Only Wang Mang was left alone looking at the moon outside the window, listening to the roar from far or near outside, alerting to the surrounding movement.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun just rose from the horizon, revealing a touch of white belly in the east, and the warm early sun gently supported Wang Mang’s tough and handsome face.

"Today is the first day of the third month of the end of the world!"

Wang Mang slowly opened his eyes, looking at the already bright world, he couldn't help feeling a little bit in his heart.

Time flies so fast, I am afraid that a change will come again soon,

Wang Mang wiped the tips of his hair wet by the morning mist, turned around and walked to the corridor, pushing away Wang Hu’s room.

Seeing Wang Hu lying sideways on a large double bed, wearing pajamas printed with cartoon characters, I slandered Wang Hu’s aesthetics.

"Ahu, get up quickly and stand on guard," Wang Mang kicked the snore Wang Hu's **** and kicked the drooling Wang Hu to wake up.

Wang Hu rubbed his eyes sleepily, stretched his waist and breathed out, "Brother Mang, have you eaten breakfast?"

Wang Mang looked at him speechlessly, resisting the urge to throw him out, and said: "Let you go to the corridor to stand on guard, I have to sleep for a while."

Wang Hu was also a little more sober when he heard this. He got out of bed in his pajamas and said, "Good man, go to the rest meeting first. I will go to stand guard after I wash up.

Wang Mang was also a little sleepy, turned and left Wang Hu’s room, opened the door and walked into his and Xiaoying’s room.

Inside the room, neatly dressed Liu Ying is making the bed with her waist down, folding the quilt, and stroking her long, drooping hair with her right hand.