Bug Master In Doomsday

"How powerful is the Patriarch, and they dare to provoke? They are the mayfly shaking the tree and destroying themselves! We don't care about them, the most important thing is to complete the task assigned by the Patriarch."

The dwarf man had a cold face, pinched out the smoke in his hand, and stared at his companion with a pair of triangular eyes: "Now in all likelihood, you are exposed. Let's show the'True and False Monkey King', that little one. I moved my hands and feet on the foreign person. When the time comes, you can easily listen to my instructions and wait for the opportunity to move!"

"Yeah." The young man with a gloomy look nodded, and made a noise in his throat, which was considered a response. He suddenly raised his head, frowned in doubt, and said with some dissatisfaction: "When did you do this? Action? Why didn't you tell me?"

The dwarf man leaned on the sofa and glanced at him sideways, "Before you start the patrol! Your life in this patrol team is really comfortable. It's eight or nine o'clock in the day, and you are still lying on the bed and sleeping? It's so loud!"

The young man couldn't hold on to his face, his face was full of flesh, and his eyes were almost bursting with fire and roared: "You know something, I patrolled all night last night!"

Listening to his excuse, the dwarf man laughed disdainfully, and waved his hands like a puppies, "Okay, okay, I know, let’s not say more and act now. If you count the time, they should Also sent the little stranger to the city lord's mansion!"

After speaking, the dwarf man jumped off the sofa, took out a thin human skin from the black pocket tied around his waist, pinched it carefully with his fingers, and covered his face like a facial mask.

"Lu'er! Worried about dying grandma!" A middle-aged woman with a slightly plump body, wearing gold and silver, pulled on her somewhat too small skirt, ran all the way to the little stranger, kneeling. He hugged tightly into his arms, her chubby round face was full of tears, and her small eyes were red with tears and bloodshot.

"Ama, I just left for a while, don't cry, I won't run around in the future." The little foreigner wearing a straw hat patted his mother's generous back with understanding, still holding a pinch in his hand. A half-eaten apple.

"You bastard! The eyes that caused your grandmother's worry are bitterly swollen!" His face was covered with oil paint, and the middle-aged antlers with rough hands and feet walked over with a serious face.

There was a trace of restlessness in his eyes, but his complexion was still green. The whole group was running around because of his family's personal affairs. He, the patriarch, was embarrassed in front of outsiders today!

"Abba! Why are you all out, who is Ama holding?" The little stranger in the straw hat smiled and beckoned to his parents, dripping juice from the red half of the apple in his hand.

Yao Sen held the little stranger's hand and looked at the other little stranger in the arms of the middle-aged woman. He suddenly narrowed the corner of his eyes, knowing that this good show was just the beginning!

"Uh-! Niezi?! You...?" The middle-aged stranger, who was still stern and serious, looked at this weird scene, the expression on his face was stunned.

He looked back at the son in his mother-in-law's arms, and then at the son held by Minister Yao Sen, the cadre of Gushan City, huh? Why is this one more sinner?

"Master Patriarch, the child in your wife's arms should be a fake." Yao Sen squinted his eyes and stared at the innocent little stranger as he spoke, and couldn't help but let out a sneer in his heart.