Tie Hongfeng groaned, covered his sudden undulating chest, his back pressed against the wall, his expression was in great pain, and a line of black and red blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his whole body trembled, staring at the half-person at the door.

He is said to be half a person because this person has no legs, only a small piece of legs on the upper body, a wooden board underneath, and wheels underneath, all relying on sliding. He looks like a disabled person begging on the street.

The clothes are very distinctive, in the ancient costume, with a black rope tied to the head, but it is not difficult to see that the rope used to be red, but it was tied black after this person worked hard day and night.

There is also a bell falling on the rope in the temple, and the bell will occasionally jump, which is amazing.

The reason why the skateboard under the man was able to move was because there were dense insects under it, which pushed the skateboard.

Nature is very magical, people are the spirit of all things, and even more magical.

The man looked up at the only Wang Lang in the room who had no movement, and Wang Lang also looked down at the man.

I haven't seen it for more than ten years. The person's appearance has not changed much. He just seems to have become halfway through his body. I don't know what it was. Wang Lang clearly remembers that Huangfu Ji did not get rid of it.

Who else can this person besides the Insect King?

But the Insect King did not seem to recognize who Wang Lang was. Wang Lang was only in his teenage years ago. It has been more than ten years since Wang Lang changed from a young man to a sexy man, and his appearance has also changed a lot.

The two of them watched each other for a long time.

"You were not actually knocked down by the mysterious smoke?" The insect king still stared at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang leaned against the wall lazily and lit a cigarette, exhaling a breath of smoke, "What's the cigarette, it's not as good as my seven-dollar cigarette."

The Insect King tapped the skateboard beneath his body with his fingers, and the entire skateboard retreated.

"There are only two sects in the entire world who will not be knocked down by my mysterious smoke. One is from the Vulcan Sect, and the other is Longmen. Are you from the Vulcan Sect?"

Wang Lang took out his ears, "Why don't you say I'm a person in the dragon gate?"

The Insect King sneered, "People in the Dragon Gate? It's impossible. The Dragon Gate is no longer the Dragon Gate a hundred years ago. Before the Patriotic War, disciples of the Dragon Gate in China could be seen everywhere. After the Patriotic War, the Dragon Gate was seriously damaged. Although it has recovered a lot in the past hundred years, it still did not extend its hand back to this place. The Fire God Sect is here. After that, which generation of disciples are you the Fire God?"

Wang Lang took out his ears, took a sip of cigarettes slowly, and muttered, "I almost forgot that the Vulcan Sect is here."

The man stared at Wang Lang, gently slid his fingers on the skateboard twice, and saw two mosquitoes flying out from under the skateboard and flying towards Wang Lang from both directions. If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't see this thing. The serious biological hidden weapon, the wisdom in the world was really immeasurable.

Wang Lang's cheeks were sunken, he took a deep breath of cigarettes, and pouted at the side. The smoke was thick, and the two mosquitoes fell to the ground after a few strokes. Wang Lang stepped on them to death with his feet.

The insect king looked angry. Every insect was his hard work, and it was so spiritual. It was not easy. He devoted his hard work, time and sweat. The mosquito also made great contributions to him. Every time he attacked, he would be in trouble. However, today, in less than three seconds, he died at the foot of the 43. The owner of the foot leaned against the wall, with a slutty smile on his face.

Wang Lang took out his ears.

The insect king's lips were tense, and his eyes were staring at Wang Lang tightly. He didn't know where he was so much hatred in his eyes, and it felt like he was going to peel off Wang Lang's cramps.

Boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs

The insect king's mouth trembled suddenly, and his nose, throat, mouth, and trinity made a strange sound just like resonance. The sound was not loud, but the person's scalp became numb.

Then I saw that under the skateboard under the Worm King, it was like a pool of water spreading, radiating densely packed insects, which were painted black, densely covered with countless small black bumps. If you have dense phobia, you will feel uncomfortable all over when you look at it.

Everything from the smallest ant to the largest one-foot-long worms, big and small spiders, black and red centipede crests, two or three centimeters long mosquitoes, and sesame seeds. Anyway, they are flying in the sky and crawling on the ground, and only one swimming in the water.

It was sweeping towards Wang Lang like a black tide. Wang Lang began to feel a little uneasy at this moment. There were so many things, mainly small in size, and something could penetrate into Wang Lang's body. Then, thinking about it, the chrysanthemum would tremble three times.

Wang Lang jumped to the kitchen, picked up the cooking oil and drew a circle on the ground, and lit it quickly with a lighter. Wang Lang lit two more cigarettes and vomited them towards the flying mosquitoes.

When the insect king saw that Wang Lang had such a sexy operation, he was unhappy at the time. He was like a gorilla, slapped his chest with his hands.

The mouth, nose, throat, chest, and four-in-one resonated, which was a very strange tone. Then I saw all the insects climbing up the wall, then climbing above Wang Lang's head, and then falling down.

My day!

In desperation, Wang Lang threw his clothes into the sink and wet them, poured oil and lit them on his head, spinning them like a handkerchief in a two-person turntable, crackling sounds one after another.

The Insect King felt so distressed that he could not breathe. He slapped his chest with one hand and his lower abdomen with the other.

The nasal cavity, mouth, throat, chest cavity, abdominal cavity, are five-in-one, like a reverb sound, and the hands also have some rhythm from time to time. It sounds like an electronic sound, a black and scary rhythm, a dynamic folk tune, and a bit of humai's ethereality, and the buzzing sound sounds very exciting. Wang Lang almost jumped to the rhythm.

The insect king looked at Wang Lang dancing with his hands, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips. His palm slapped his chest heavily. The long insect, which was about one foot long, arched, and then she looked at Wang Lang like an arrow.

Wang Lang is indeed overwhelmed at this moment, but the reason is nothing special. Some gadgets still fall into their clothes, their body feels numb and itchy, and occasionally it hurts... (Some plot content is being revised)

It may be like a switch being triggered, and the seventh level of the dragon's power was activated by itself.

It seemed as if water was boiling in his body, Wang Lang's skin was red and hot. Some things that had already penetrated into his body desperately came out of Wang Lang's body and stayed away from Wang Lang as if he was escaping.

Wang Lang looked at his hands, and was enlightened and suddenly realized that the Nine-level Divine Dragon Power is the ultimate yang technique, to restrain these things.

After seeing that Wang Lang was able to hold back all the insects, the smile gradually disappeared. He ordered several times, but found that his insects did not listen to him, but instead were very scared.

Wang Lang moved his muscles and rushed towards the insect king.

Never expected it.

The insect king stood up and ran away, stood up and ran away, got up and ran away, ran away, ran away...
Chapter completed!