Bug Master In Doomsday

"It's really weird... My two sons seem to be real." The Antler Patriarch looked up at Yao Sen, frowning in embarrassment, "Director Yao, there are some of your bugs. A person who can observe the soul? Can you ask him to help me take a look? Help me distinguish the true and false of my son..."

Yao Sen's squinted eyes opened slightly, and he looked at one of the two little strangers and smiled. Then he turned his eyes to the patriarch Antlers, "Since the patriarch said so, it's all right. Just invite people from my bug group to come and take a look!"

After he finished speaking, he arched his hand to the head of the Antlers, and the figure suddenly disappeared from everyone's eyes, but for two or three minutes, there was another abrupt blue light. Yao Sen came with his hands on his back, and there was another one beside him. A rickety back, an old white-haired man with a wrinkled face.

"Patriarch! This is the expert in my clan, named Blue Ghost! He is best at soul discrimination, just looking at it with a pair of eyes, you can know the true and false!"

After Yao Sen finished speaking, the white-haired old man raised his head and pulled out an ugly smile at the antler patriarch. Then the slightly muddy eyes looked at the two little strangers and suddenly squinted, as if two red flashes suddenly appeared. Light comes.

He looked at it for a while, his eyes lingering on the face of the little stranger on the left.

Suddenly, he squatted down, leaned in front of the two little strangers, and roughly grabbed the wrist of the little stranger on his left. A wrinkled and terrifying old face almost stuck to the little stranger's ear. , The hoarse and unpleasant voice was deliberately lowered, revealing a threat and sarcasm: "Little Shorty, how long will you pretend to be?"

Hearing this, the pupils of the little stranger shrank suddenly, and his thin body couldn't help but shiver. He suppressed the tremor in his heart, and started crying with his mouth open, "Abba, this old man is so terrible.... We Will you go home..."

"Haha!" The sarcasm on the old man's face became more and more intense, almost unabashedly placed on his face, he provocatively patted the face of the little stranger.

"You little dwarf is still pretending to be in front of me? The squad, sticking a human skin mask, and then using the means of dreaming to make this antler tribe's son leave a hole in his heart, so that you can confuse right and wrong, right?"

"You..." The dwarf who was seen through stopped crying immediately, and he didn't pretend, anyway, the old man with the human skin mask on his face could be torn off. He stared at the old man with a little bit of resentment and looked directly at him. Said: "How do you see this old thing? You are so damned!"

The voice hasn't fallen yet, a twelve-inch steel dagger is like a sharp arrow off the string. It is grasped by the little stranger and suddenly pierced into the heart of the old man. If the knife is stabbed, most of the supernaturalists Can't live!

‘Zheng! There was a stab of gold and iron, and the old man smiled mockingly at him. The eagle's claws bent like steel bars pressed firmly on his shoulders, and the sharp and forceful five fingers were almost embedded in the flesh.

The old man’s voice gradually became sharp, and a pair of muddy old eyes suddenly glowed red, "Hehe, rubbish, I killed thousands of people just by your cultivators, and dozens of inner disciples were picked up by me. Skin bag, I think you are so funny!"

After speaking, the figure of the old man with his back suddenly changed. He was nearly two meters tall, and his icy blue hideous body, especially the expressionless face, had only a pair of scarlet eyes that were quite permeating. !