4161-Sorcerer
Everyone is inevitably crowded together, and there will be more conflicts and contradictions.
It is conceivable that when the time comes, there will be struggles everywhere in the void, fighting for a place to rest, fighting for resources...
Sang Liang's expression was indifferent, he didn't care even if the Void Race was bloodied.
It was not him that caused this situation.
Sang Liang sighed, the void creatures are really too at ease, it's time to move.
You have to struggle hard before you die. No, it's like a live fish on a chopping board. Although it's definitely going to die, if you don't jump twice, there is no soul.
Only when you move is vitality, not to fish in troubled waters and win in chaos.
There are too many races in the void, some races never even show up.
If certain races have treatment uncles in their hands.
Even if everyone is going to die, the uncle must be the last to die.
Uncle Tai looked tired, did not speak, returned to the organization with Mo Ming, and then lay on the black stone bed.
Sang Liang went out and then came back, holding a bottle in his hand with bright red blood.
"Drink something before going to bed." Sang Liang awakened his uncle, who looked at the bottle and twisted his brows, his expression a bit disgusting, "I don't drink this kind of thing."
"The taste is not very good. Now that there is a problem with your body, drink some."
If Ning Shu was here, he would have to jump up and curse. What a fairy scene is this, the uncle still hates him, and one will coax him to drink his own blood.
The uncle didn't want it, turned his back to Sang Liang, "Take good care of the organization, I'm not in good shape now, and someone is about to move around."
Is this organization one mind? Of course not.
Interests are the core demands of people...
Sang Liang held the bottle and left, but it was a pity that the blood...
Sang Liang notified Mo Ming to come over. Mo Ming was notified by the main system and was particularly surprised.
Sang Liang said to Mo Ming, "Go and call Ning Shu over."
Mo Ming was a little dazed, "Isn't she dead?"
"That little fat guy is her, you've seen her." Sang Liang said.
Mo Ming's black question mark face really didn't understand how Ning Shu became that little girl, and what fantasy happened in it.
Mo Ming asked tentatively, "Is there something going on looking for her?"
Sang Liang: "I have what she wants in my hand. If she knows it, please inform."
Faced with the task assigned by the superior, what can I do, even if I don't want it in my heart, I have to go.
Mo Ming came all the way to Styx, Styx is still so smelly, because the location has changed, Mo Ming has been looking for a long time...
A man in the yard was plucking chicken feathers. He raised his head and looked at Mo Ming, "Who are you looking for?"
Mo Ming stood outside the fence and said, "I'm looking for Ning Shu."
Although I was skeptical before, this would be officially recognized, and Mo Ming was still a bit unacceptable.
The man plucking chicken feathers stood up, wiped water on his apron with his hands, and then went into the house. After a while, he came out, followed by the sleepy little girl.
She seems to be doing well and is fatter than before.
Ning Shu saw Mo Ming and immediately stretched out his hand to say hello, "Quickly come in, why are you here."
Mo Ming stepped into the yard and saw that the man was plucking chicken feathers again. He used a lot of effort to turn his eyes away from him...
It felt so weird to see a void creature plucking its feathers.
Ning Shu poured a cup of tea for Mo Ming, "What do you want?"
Mo Ming said, "You are Ning Shu."
Ning Shu nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, for some reason, there is no death."
Ning Shu is not at all afraid of losing her horse now. She can now announce to the world, "My mother is back again. My mother is Ning Shu, your father."
"That's good, I thought you were dead." Mo Ming didn't drink tea, he was in a state of soul, and he couldn't eat unprocessed food.
Mo Ming stared at Ning Shu, and Ning Shu touched his face, "What's wrong, is there any problem?"
Mo Ming; "You are not a bit similar to the way you were before."
Ning Shu: "That's not necessarily true. After all, I haven't opened it yet. When I open it, it will still be as beautiful as before."
Mo Ming looked at Ning Shu's chubby face in silence. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to open it. He just said the business, "I asked you to come from the main system."
Ning Shu was surprised, "Sang Liang, what is he doing with me?"
He was always evasive before, but now he actually took the initiative to look for him.
What kind of conspiracy was this, anyway, Ning Shu was full of vigilance towards Sang Liang.
Mo Ming said: "He said he has what you want in his hand, let you pass."
Ning Shu:...
I really believe in his evil, that bad old man is very bad.
Let her go, maybe it's a catch in the urn.
Ning Shu asked indifferently: "What is he talking about?"
Mo Ming shook his head, "I don't know about this. He just said you need this thing."
Ning Shu's first reaction was blood, but why did Sang Liang exchange blood with himself again.
It's impossible to think about it? !
People like Sang Liang have traces of everything they do.
Ning Shu asked directly: "Did something happen to the organization?"
Mo Ming paused for a moment, "There are a lot of things happening in the organization, I guess, the main system is looking for you, it should be for the uncle."
Ning Shu said, not surprisingly, only the uncle is worthy of Sang Liang's painstaking planning.
Everyone else, Sang Liang said, "It's my shit, it's your shit, get out of here."
Ning Shu: "What happened to the uncle?"
Mo Ming paused for a few seconds, and finally said: "The organization may be chaotic, and the void will be chaotic."
Ning Shu raised her eyebrows, surprised, "Can't my uncle survive?"
Mo Ming:...
Ning Shu: "Go on."
Mo Ming's expression was a bit tangled, "I don't know if I should tell you or not."
It stands to reason that things in this kind of organization should not be told to others.
And looking at the grievances between Ning Shu and the uncle, I'm afraid there is still trouble.
If the uncle really had a problem, the organization would definitely be turbulent. Mo Ming didn't want to be turbulent, his soul was weak, compared with the void creatures.
Even if there are countless souls in the entire organization, they may not have beaten the uncle alone.
This is the qualitative difference.
"The uncle may be injured."
Ning Shu: "Which day did he not hurt?" There was a problem with Fa Zhihai, and the uncle's body had always been problematic.
She now understands that Sang Liang might be looking for her for his uncle's body.
Maybe it's hard, maybe it's soft.
Ning Shu laughed, "Then go, let you come to me, and I can't make it difficult for you, right?"
Mo Ming: "... Actually you don't have to go."
Ning Shu waved his hand, "It's okay, wait for me to get something."
(End of this chapter)