Bug Master In Doomsday

"Because I didn't want to change it last time!" The stupid pig showed a trace of doubt on his face full of meat. He grabbed the mushrooms in his hands and said irritably, "Do you have something delicious to change with me? ."

Ziyue was suffocated by the speech of the stupid pig. His huge bull's eyes were red. He calmed down, breathing two long white breaths from his nostrils, as if he waited for a bit of mental comfort before squinting his eyes. Looking at the mushroom, he said in a rather disdainful tone: "Cut~! Who cares about your stinky mushrooms."

"If there is nothing to change, there is nothing to change. It took me so long, poor than, get out!" The stupid pig put away the clumps in angrily, and slammed Ziyue aside with a big palm. The swaggering pig demon walked toward the imposing inside of the passage.

"Great King! You just endure it like this?" Next to Ziyue, a little bull demon wearing linen pants and a torn hat looked in disbelief in the direction where the stupid pig was leaving, and exclaimed.

Ziyue glanced at him coldly when he heard the words, and the big slap of Pu Fan suddenly slammed on his head, "Damn, do you think I want to tolerate him? If I couldn't beat him, I would have let him kneel on me. I licked my hooves in front of me!" Ziyue raised her face and cursed at this little demon who had no price.

Xu was tired of scolding. When the little demon wiped the saliva off her face for the third time, Ziyue led her subordinates, led by Bai Jue with a smile on her mouth, and walked into the magnificent ancient mountain. temple!

Pushing open the door of the main hall, around the conference table, there were a dozen specially reinforced iron chairs with sponge cushions full of strong and strange demon kings.

The poisonous candle king of Lingnan, the snow shadow demon king of the northern cold land, the Jiagang demon king of the coast of the East China Sea, and all the demon kings of China who can dominate a land are basically present at this moment.

It's just that as soon as the door of the main hall was pushed open, Ziyue with a group of subordinates was looked at by the many demon kings and looked quite uncomfortable. He swallowed subconsciously, looked around, and suddenly felt that he was a little out of place.

"You all get back, I'm sorry, I'm late." After Zi Yueping retreated, she waved her hand to the demons and greeted him in a serene way. Seeing that there was no one on a chair, she immediately trot and sat down.

When Ziyue sat on the seat, everyone looked at him with surprise, and even a little admiration, "Huh? What are you guys looking at me for?" Ziyue murmured nervously, with a bang. There was a loud noise, and the stupid pig sitting beside him slapped the table and stood up, "Ziyue! Why are you sitting in the position of my master?!"

"Isn't this position to sit casually? I think everyone is sitting on iron chairs." Ziyue touched the armrest of the chair under her incomprehensibly. It was not the cold steel touch of the tentacles, but rather warm wood. armrest. Suddenly he stood up in a hurry and gave up this chair that was clearly different from the others.

"Haha, is the Purple Moon Demon King of the Central Plains... Long Yang Da Ming." A human-looking, extremely young white-shirted youth walked over with a gentle smile. He patted Ziyue on the shoulder and let the black clothes The guard brought a new iron chair.

The nervous Ziyue seemed to know who the person in front of him was, and smirked in embarrassment before sitting back where he should sit.

Wang Mang sat firmly on the wooden chair at the top of the conference table with a strong aura. On his left hand is the most trusted and one of the best stupid pigs among the demon kings, and on the right is the most confidant pig. The aura was aloof, representing the long-eyed general who attended the Dragon King.

Wang Mang placed his hand on the conference table and tapped gently, looking at the highest power of the entire Huaxia Monster Beast clan in front of him, his mouth showed a cheerful smile.