Bug Master In Doomsday

"I'm sorry Brother Mang, I want to accompany Xiaojuan, and I will see her for the last burial." Yao Ping rubbed the urn with the young girl's photo in his hand and shook his head gently.

"I can understand, I hope she will be well in heaven," Wang Mang looked at Yao Ping with deep affection, sighed with mixed feelings, and walked slowly away from the run-down shack.

"Brother Mang, let's go upstairs to eat. The Buddha in this restaurant is simply jumping off the wall," Wang Hu said as he swelled his throat, swallowing the saliva secreted by his throat.

Wang Mang looked at the magnificent and magnificent restaurant in front of him, and he was already quite familiar with it. The most indispensable thing in this dragon city gathering place is the place for consumption and entertainment.

Wang Mang took steps calmly and took Liu Ying to the second-floor box full of extravagance. The waiters standing in the corridor and the waiters in charge of serving dishes looked quite good.

A **** waitress, wearing a tight work uniform, outlines her beautiful plump and charming figure,

When opening the box door for the four of them, they secretly blinked at the leader Wang Mang.

Wang Mang just glanced at it casually, and then withdrew his gaze. This woman is so courageous, didn't he see that his wife was still there?

As soon as the four of them entered the private room with a faint fragrance, their spirits were lifted.

Take a look at the decorations in the private rooms. They are all antique-looking, a yellow rosewood table with eight immortals, four exquisitely crafted chairs, and comfortable water cushions on the chairs.

As for the screens, calligraphy and paintings, bookshelves and so on used for decoration, they all have a trace of ancient meaning, and some are even directly used as real antiques!

Wang Mang looked around the private room for a while, but he was a little curious about the ancient decoration style. After looking for a while, he found that it was the same.

Now the antiques are worthless. The most valuable is gold. 500 grams of gold can be exchanged for a golden dragon coin at the stele.

The stocks of gold in gold shops and banks in the city were probably wiped out by those crazy searchers a long time ago.

Wang Mang sat on the chair of the main seat with a golden sword, poured a cup of warm green tea from the teapot on the table, and savored it carefully.

"Xiaoying, have the money been exchanged at the stone tablet?" Wang Mang also poured a cup of green tea for Liu Ying and handed it to her.

"Husband, it's a good change, but I have bad news to tell you." Liu Ying held the hot tea exuding the rich tea fragrance in her hand and took a sip.

"Husband, I don't know what's going on. The price of the blood of gestation in the stele has dropped a lot. The original recycling price of two golden dragon coins per liter has now been directly reduced by half, becoming one golden dragon coin per liter.

Wang Mang chewed the tea that was flowing into his mouth along with the hot tea, a bitterness came from the tip of his tongue, and his brows gradually condensed.

"Oh, I had expected that the price of the blood of gestation would fall back, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. Four days ago it was twice the price now."

Wang Mang sighed, took the Panlong ring and silver card that Liu Ying handed over, and put the flashing red Panlong ring on the index finger of his left hand.

In the afternoon, I asked Xiaoying to go to the stele to exchange 15,000 Golden Dragon Coins, but this also meant that the blood in her ring was directly reduced by a full 15 tons!

The only 80 tons of gestation blood in the ring plus the 30 tons of gestation blood used for more than half of the energy in the worm sac, it sounds like a lot.

But my own flying insects and the black three insect eggs that are about to hatch are all in urgent need of this kind of gestation energy.