The experience of living for more than 30 years tells the Black Tibetans that the situation is wrong.

He even forgot the pain of his bleeding fingers for a while and frowned and looked at Qinglong Lishi.

I saw the powerful man in Qinglong clanging towards him with his butt sticking out his butt. In terms of luster, the Qinglong is an ordinary unicorn immortal. If he is used to participate in a professional unicorn immortal competition, he will have to be angrily taken by other unicorn immortals in the first game.

How could this kind of worm without wisdom understand human language? But that's how it happened.

The Tibetans in the black and skeptical orders were issued to Qinglong: "Turn left."

Just now, maybe it was just an hallucination that could insects understand human language? Everything was just a coincidence.

"Sasha."

The unicorn fairy turned around and walked towards the left, with her movements neatly and without any delay.

This turn seemed to hit the brain with its horns hard on the black Tibetan man's brain, and the entire nervous system was instantly confused.

"Bang!"

The black Tibetan slapped himself hard, with steady force and crisp applause. He felt dizzy when he slapped him.

It’s a ghost again in broad daylight. What’s going on with this base? Isn’t it said that the guards are too tight? Why do situations occur every few days? Maybe foreigners gather here to destroy Feng Shui.

"come over."

He stretched out his hand and obediently climbed to the palm of the black Tibetan man's hand towards Qinglong.

This is by no means an illusion, nor is it a dream. Chao Qinglong Lishi really understood his own words.

"suck."

Taking a deep breath, the black Tibetans confirmed that they were in a sober real world now.

He held the Unicorn Immortal tightly and walked into the forest as if nothing had happened. If it were placed before, Unicorn Immortal would have been polite to pinch a small piece of flesh in his palm, but at this moment he was calm in the Qinglong and held it like an ordinary stone on the roadside.

Surveillance cameras are everywhere in the base, and there are probably also in the forest, but it is much more normal to tease insects in the forest than to squat in the open space.

Releasing his palm, he watched the unicorn fairy jump to the ground, and the Michihiro looked at his finger that had just been bitten by Musashimaru.

Blood was still flowing out, and no strange phenomena like speeding regeneration occurred.

The base's warning is very strict. Not to mention outsiders, even a pigeon or a bird cannot land in the base. The guards, no matter whether they are white doves or red-crowned cranes, will be shot dead immediately as long as unknown objects approach.

Who knows if there are confidential letters tied to the pigeon's legs, or a little science fiction - it has been installed with cameras or even brain controls by other countries.

But insects are hard to defend against. If even tiny insects become spy weapons, they should simply admit defeat. The enemy's skills are so powerful that they control insects. What's the point of this offense and defense?

"Did the Chao Qinglong have a change alone, or did I have a problem?"

The black Tibetan looked at the leaves scattered on the ground, and a group of ants were working together to carry the butterfly corpses hundreds of times larger than the size.

From his perspective, there were only small black dots on the ground, and the little ants were doing their best to do trivial things that he seemed trivial.

With his fingers stretched out, the black Tibetan commanded the ants in his mind with blessings.

"stop."

The ants in the front row stopped, but the ants afterwards were not disturbed and continued to carry the butterfly corpse forward.

The impact was too small and the ants were too difficult to distinguish. The black Tibetan observed it for dozens of seconds before confirming that he had indeed affected several ants.

"This..." He scratched the back of his head, and the embarrassment could not be concealed on his face, "My brain waves seem to affect the level of several ants."

It seems that it has affected the limit. The Qinglong Lishi, who was just under control, is now running around on his own.

Make the rice more delicious and affect the insects.

These are all kinds of messy boring abilities. If they can influence humans, they can still be said to be useful powerful skills, manipulation or subtle influences others, such as a female prosecutor whom the Black Tibetans once disliked.

If he mastered the ability to manipulate the hypnotic brain, he would definitely make the female prosecutor call Tiantian not effective - he took off his shoes and was alone in public, and jumped around the residence for more than a dozen times!

"Cruel, ruthless." Nodded, the black Tibetans couldn't help but be frightened by their vicious thoughts.

With emotion, Michihiro subconsciously held his finger that had been bitten by Musashimaru.

But as soon as he touched his lips, Michihiro frowned. The taste was not right. It was not that there was no rust and iron smell without blood, but that it was a deviation in the touch.

Just like...

The Tibetan man raised his fingers in front of his eyes, his eyes were parallel, and he could clearly see the changes in his fingers.

The above were densely packed with black bugs, each of which was bigger than ant, just like the ticks he had studied in the textbook.

The pure black ticks did not bulge in their abdomen due to blood sucking.

In other words, these ticks were originally flowing out of his wounds, just like the incarnation of blood. However, this incarnation of blood is too ugly. It does not have the taste of a gentle, handsome, domineering, cold and delicate vampire in European and American fantasy movies at all.

He then slapped himself with another intact hand, and the Heizang suppressed the urge to jump and shout.

He has good psychological qualities. If it were a woman who was afraid of insects, she would probably faint. Even ordinary men would have to be scared by so many "ticks" and their scalp was numb.

The last time I saw this scene, when I was in elementary school, he opened a box of chess in the summer when he was under moisture, but unexpectedly it had become a bug nest. Hundreds of black bugs stacked together, and even chess was eaten completely.

"So... this is my ability?"

Looking at the dense "ticks", the Tibetans in the black and black were shocked at the beginning, but felt a sense of intimacy arising from their hearts.

It seems that these are not furious insects at all, but the cute Shiba Inu.

One hundred percent of the problem is that there is a problem. The Tibetans of the Black and Black are not afraid of insects, but they definitely cannot like them, let alone feel close to the insects that flow out of their blood vessels.

Someone was bitten by a spider and became a superhero, but after being bitten by a single-horned fairy, he became such a ghost inexplicably.

Then it seems that you can't get an injection in the future?

Otherwise, as soon as the needle goes down, dense insects will surge out.

"I can't go back to the base like this..."

Looking at the cute and cute insects, Michihiro frowned.

As if he understood the words of the Black Tibetans, the insects that were already surging out stopped, turned their heads and drilled into the blood vessels.

Blood vessels, subcutaneous organs, and these places seem to have become the nests of insects!
Chapter completed!