Chapter 1621

Zhou Ying detonated his body and his insect pattern space. Countless carefully cultivated insects in the insect pattern space all died at that moment.

The crater created by these numerous explosions is really comparable to the impact of a small meteorite on the earth, and Wang Mang, who was in a coma, was deeply buried in the ground by the overturned mud and the poured sea water.

The density and quality of Luoluo armor all over his body are amazing. Such a terrible explosion only made his thick breastplate melt more than three inches, while his limbs and head armor were not destroyed as expected. They were only slightly deformed.

Wang Mang, who was tightly embedded and wrapped in mud, could not help but reduce his physiological consumption. His heart beat very slowly. In a coma, he fell into another dream.

This time, his dream is similar to that in Longshi. His insect pattern is about to wake up again. Zhou Ying is the only insect master in the world except Wang Mang.

When he died, the insect master became the only one. A special force from the insect pattern made him change unpredictably in his dreams.

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it's winter and summer, and it's autumn again. Wang Mang, who is sleeping in class, is a little confused.

The window seemed to be open, and the cool autumn wind came into the classroom. He tightened his coat, turned his head, changed his posture, and was ready to go back to sleep Here... Where is it?!

Wang Mang, with his eyes half open, sat up and looked up at the strange scene in the classroom.

Standing on the platform, holding chalk and talking about various mechanical terms, the old professor lowered his eyes and pushed his own presbyopic glasses. Looking at Wang Mang who suddenly woke up, he didn't say anything. The action of writing on the blackboard never stopped.

"Hey! Wang Mang, where can I have lunch later? Why don't you take your girlfriend with you later and let's have that little fat sheep?

The meat there is really good. It's very tender. If it wasn't for my stomach last time, what would you think? I'll tell you about hot pot. "

Sitting on the edge of Wang Mang, a young man sliding Apple eight wiped his meticulous big back. Seeing that Wang Mang didn't respond, he couldn't help poking his left rib with his finger.

"Yes?! Eat hot pot, OK Wang Mang frowned and answered casually. His mind was a little confused at this time. Was he reborn again?

Am I killed by Zhou Ying? No, I'm wearing armor. My body is harder than armor. How can I die?!

Wang Mang turned his head and looked at the classroom where he was staying. More than 30 students were playing with their mobile phones, and the last few in the row were still wearing earphones.

Several people sitting together, or not in a hurry to spread a few low scold: "Damn, opposite AWM shot my second head to burst, come to help me!"

What kind of world is this?! I don't know them. Who are they? No one is my high school classmate, even I don't know this place!

"Ding Ling Ling ~ ~" "Let's go, Wang Mang. You call your girlfriend and I'll pick up my wife."

Li Xiaonian, with his big back and Nike casual clothes, took out a bag of Yuxi from his pocket and handed it to Wang Mang. He was also carrying a lighter to light it.

"Hurry up, we'll meet at the school gate later!" Li Xiaonian, who left the classroom smoking a cigarette, yelled at Wang Mang and went down the stairs to find his girlfriend.

The other students left in twos and threes, but Wang Mang's shock did not fade at all.