"Ah~! Watching me kill you, I'm going to wipe your neck with this sharp knife!"

The thin man murmured to himself, his nervous face was grim and distorted. He was holding a knife in his right hand and running fast with his legs. Wang Mang in front of him seemed to be frightened and stood motionless.

"Do it! Stay alive." The indifferent and cold words came out from Wang Mang's mouth. Almost the moment when the voice fell, the thin man running like a mad dog was immediately removed with his two legs! The slender blood line just flashed, bursting out a large sticky fishy arterial blood.

The thin man who had lost his legs kept on casting his upper body for a few steps before crashing into the dry, hard mud.

He looked up at his legs suspiciously, and the severe pain of limb separation hit his bone marrow. His bloodshot eyes were so painful that he couldn't open them.

‘Da~Da~Da! The dull footsteps sounded from far and near, and a pair of warm boots wrapped in red leather appeared before his eyes.

He recognized the demon beast that the cooked cowhide wrapped in these boots came from. Only the red-eyed mad cow at the fifth-order peak had such a gorgeous blood-colored cowhide.

He raised his head and looked around, with a pair of cold eyes watching his face quietly. This is the owner of the insect group, his subconscious life and death enemy.

"Zhou Ying is really capable of creating interesting trash like you.

Haha..... The strength is not good, and the brain is not good. He is dead now. If he lives to see you successfully manufactured defective products, he doesn't know if he should cry or laugh. "

"You can't insult the subject!" The thin man lying on the hard ground gritted his teeth and stared at Wang Mang with a pair of red eyes in anger.

Wang Mang, who had always been indifferent, couldn't help but smile at this moment. He seemed to be watching an ant waving its proud tongs to the proud lion.

Will the lion, the king of all beasts, show the slightest respect for the king of ants? To say a hard and true word: He is not worthy!

Zhou Ying is already a ghost under his sword, and a crippled clone dare to bark at himself?

"Oh, your loyalty really makes my thoughts come to nothing. Seeing that you are so loyal to your subject, I can't ask anything of value... In this case, I won't be with you Play the game."

Wang Mang smiled jokingly, and the expression on his face returned to indifference.

"Do it!" He swung a big cloak and turned around leisurely. Behind him, a man in black with a samurai sword stroked his insect mask, his vicious eyes gleaming with strange light.

‘Huh! The long knife went into its sheath, and an ice-cold deboning steel knife suddenly appeared in his palm.

The thin man lying on the dry and cold ground couldn't help but shudder, he suddenly raised his head and just hit the black man's evil eyes head on.

The other black-clothed team members gathered in the forest were half-concealed, watching their companion's next movements, shook his head slightly, and the translucent body slowly disappeared.

"Ah!" A heart-piercing roar came from the dense forest. The birds and birds in the forest were all startled, and the terrible roars came one after another.

It's just that the further he screamed, his roar became deeper and deeper. After three to five minutes, a low roar suddenly sounded but stopped abruptly.