"Swoosh."
Lu Sheng walked out of the flames. He left charred footprints on the floor as he walked toward the little boy in the ruins.
"Resenting everything because you feel pain is the signs of a weakling."
"Swoosh!"
A red shadow suddenly flitted past a few houses, and appeared before the little boy.
Lu Sheng grabbed at the paralyzed boy on the floor with his hand that was still emitting a high temperature.
"Ah!"
The little boy opened his mouth and let out a scream. Countless pitch-black bugs surged out from his eyes and flew at Lu Sheng's face.
"Imbecile!" Lu Sheng allowed the bugs to crash into him. These bugs were not afraid of fire. However, they could not even break through the top layer of Lu Sheng's skin. They were shaken off by a great vibrating force, and were burned to ashes in midair.
He lifted the little boy up with a single hand.