C15 Mold Small

Wendu's nose was a little sour as he watched the yellow, green and slightly stinky mantises return one by one.

Repeating to pour water and bathe them, repeating to throw food at them. He thought to himself, I'm not tired. Compared to them, this really isn't anything.

"If you don't have enough to eat, come and get it from me!" Wendu shouted at the mantises.

Wendu was very touched to see them eat it, they were wholeheartedly doing it for him.

Not long after, they finished eating and stood in front of Wendu. The group was very orderly because they knew that Wendu was going to speak and they also got into the habit of living like this for the past few days.

"You've worked hard, I thank you all. I will turn you all into humans, not abandoning you, not giving up. I swear, I will work hard. Wendu spoke passionately, then looked at them: "Don't say too much, just find a secluded place to rest. Tonight, we won't hunt bugs anymore, let's share the fruits of our hard work these days, let's level up together and end the meeting." Wendu waved his hands and dismissed them after saying all of this passionately.

At this moment, the sky was already starting to brighten, but in the tent, Wendu was snoring loudly.

Wendu slept soundly. He only woke up at 8 pm. He sat up with a blank look on his face, lit up a cigarette, and used a piece of paper to wipe his glasses.

Only after a few minutes did Wendu realize that he was no longer that diaosi youth. He had come with determination.

He quickly stood up and walked outside. Wendu clapped his hands and said, "Little ones, line up."

Four seconds. Or maybe it was five seconds. They were all standing neatly in front of each other, like a small general.

Wendu began to speak: "You guys get excited, but I'm not excited because this is what you deserve. Feel free to say something today." After saying this, Wendu regretted it immediately.

"Boss, you're not excited, but why are your voice so shaky?" It was a small sound, and its voice was a little shaky.

Wendu looked a little embarrassed, but it was still night and he couldn't see her.

"I'm excited for you, believe it or not." He said rather shamelessly.

"Letter ~" A hundred voices resounded in his heart. He probably said everything except for Xiaoxiao.

"Then let's have fun," Wendu threw all the food to the sky, but of course, he also left a portion for himself.

The praying mantises were fighting for it. By now, they had all accepted meat. The products of the system were of the highest quality.

It had been two hours since the party had ended.

It was 10: 30 PM. Wendu looked at his subordinates standing around and said to the novel, "Little one, you're nervous!"

"Boss, I'm very nervous, but I know that this day will always come." Xiaoxiao was also very nervous, her voice trembling slightly.

"Then let's begin."

After saying that, Wendu touched his small head and thought to himself, '50 million in energy transmission'.

Its tiny body slowly grew bigger, taller than a person, and it slowly took the shape of a human.

Wendu took a step back and watched as she slowly became a cocoon. Circles of silk appeared on her human form and slowly tightened into a large cocoon. It was a red cocoon.

"Congratulations to the first warrior of the host for forming a cocoon. You will need a hundred days to break the cocoon!"

A voice sounded in the depths of Wendu's mind.

Wendu felt that this was not what the System said, but something the System brought up on its own.

He took two steps forward and touched the red cocoon. The red cocoon was very soft, so touching it felt very comfortable.

'Energy transfer 500 million '

Right now, his heart was in turmoil: Hadn't he suffered for this very moment? Wasn't this what he wanted?

System: "Please shape and select the appearance of the host"

Wendu molded a small face into the appearance of an eighteen or nineteen year old.

In fact, it was really a choice, just like in the game. Her face didn't fit in another face, her eyes didn't fit in another face, her nose and mouth didn't fit in another face, and she could still see how she talked. It didn't fit in another face, and if she laughed, it didn't fit in, so it changed.

System: "Host, please create a family background."

He was born in a family named Tang. Both his parents died at the age of three, he was adopted at the age of five, and his adoptive father died once again at the age of seven.

Wendu also told the system's settings that he had already thought about it.

"Please shape the language of the host," the system added.

Actually, Wendu wanted to make sure that he could speak everything he wanted, national language, and foreign language.

He asked the System, "System, can you let her learn one more language?" Wendu was looking forward to it.