Bug Master In Doomsday

Thinking of this, Wang Mang also burst into an unnamed karma fire. Without bowstrings, you are just a useless and incomplete weapon. What are you to pick and choose now? Are you unwilling?

Wang Mang pulled one end of the bowstring in his left hand, and clenched his fist secretly. The extreme speed of his fist carried a burst of air with the air, and the bowstring he was holding was also instantly elongated and fixed to the other corner of the bow. One end,

"Huh, Xiaoying, it's done." Wang Mang wiped the sweat from his head and rubbed his wrist. When he was fighting with Qi Ling, he used a quick shrimp fist. It was really a bit **** the palm of his hand. All made a red mark,

"Husband, are you okay," Liu Ying held up Wang Mang's hand distressedly, and stroked the unfading red mark with her white fingers.

Wang Mang shook his hand and said with a wry smile: "I'm fine, but Xiaoying, your bow weapon spirit may not listen to you for some time recently. This weapon spirit is like a child. I have to coax a few words,"

"Yeah, I know, when my husband installed the bowstring, Qi Ling protested to me, saying you bullied it," Liu Ying frowned as she looked at the red scale bow that was still trembling on the floor. Replied,

"Xiaoying, you and Honglin Bow are connected. You just need to soothe the instrument spirit. With the bowstring installed this time, your strength will explode."

Liu Ying also nodded, deeply agreeing with Wang Mang’s words. The previous red scale bow was like a gun lacking bullets, although it was powerful but not powerful.

After installing the bowstring, you can clearly feel the changes of the red scale bow, which is a sharp and domineering weapon that belongs to the magic weapon.

"Oh, yes, there are two other things that I forgot to tell you," Wang Mang patted his head and suddenly remembered that there were two other things in the wooden box besides the golden ticket and the animal tendon.

"Guess what is the use of these two things," Wang Mang pulled out the black stone in the shape of Rubik's cube and a rectangular wooden box from the pile of prisms.

"I think it should be some useless gadgets. If it is valuable, it is estimated that Lu Shan will be exchanged for golden dragon coins at the stone tablet." Wang Hu sitting on the ground said his thoughts.

Wang Mang shook his head, then turned to look at Liu Ying.

Liu Ying looked at two very common things, and frowned and shook her head, "I can't guess, but my husband, you value it so much. They must be good things."

Wang Mang smiled and rubbed Liu Ying's head. "Yes, these two things are worth all the demon pills and prisms on the bed." Wang Mang shook the stone and wooden box in his hand.

Facing the two people’s puzzled eyes, Wang Mang just smiled and didn’t explain. He just pressed the worm pattern on the palm of his hand to the center of the wooden box. After three to five seconds, a strange scene happened, with blood-red worm patterns. It’s the same as a sticker, it’s branded exactly the same on the wooden box,

"Cracking, squeaking" there was a sour sound of organs, which sounded slowly, and the wooden box opened slowly.

The first thing that catches the eye is a box full of all kinds of needles, blunt needles, sharp needles, round needles, header needles, everything,

The colors are also different. Silver needles are the most common. Tens of thousands of 3 cm long needles are neatly arranged in 7 rows. The hair of the needles is faintly cold, which makes people shudder.

"Husband, why are so many needles?" Liu Ying was really taken aback when she saw the rows of fine needles in the wooden box.