Lot 4241
Approximately this is the destiny, the established destiny.
A day when tools are useful, and a day when they are abandoned, they are tools.
It would be great if they had no thoughts, no emotions, just a simple tool person.
What's wrong is that they have feelings and can't just be a tool person.
Sang Liang opened the door, walked into the cave, and looked at the man lying on the stone bed. He sat beside him silently, opened the book, slowly turning pages one by one.
Not far from the next door, there was the sound of banging and banging against the wall, and the black shadow was making noise next to him. It would be uncomfortable if he didn't make a noise once a day, and it would be uncomfortable for the whole body if he didn't make a noise.
Sang Liang closed the book, stood up and closed the door, the noise was finally reduced.
Sang Liang sat down again, flipped through the book, and waited for the person on the stone bed to wake up.
He is really getting more and more sleepy, and he can't wait to become one with the bed.
The black windbreaker was pressed against the body, and the clothes without any folds appeared horizontally and horizontally. There were also subtle colors on the snow-white shirts, and it was not clear what color it was.
I just felt that the shirt was not so white and dazzling. It was covered with a layer of gray, which made the color unsightly.
Sang Liang frowned and stretched out his hand to slowly support the folds on the windbreaker. His uncle, who was sitting with his back to him, did not move, nor did his body move.
Sang Liang stayed beside him for a long time, finally stood up and left, closed the door and went to the cave next door, where the smoke was rampant and his energy was so vigorous that he kept tossing.
Some people are motionless, some are tossing desperately.
The smoke condensed into a human form, forming a vague and ugly facial features. He opened his mouth and shouted to Sang Liang: "Tell me, tell me quickly, if the uncle is going to die, I can feel his weakness. "
He almost asked in an urgent, expectant tone, as if expecting something good.
Sang Liang pressed the button, the formation gathered a large amount of purple thunder and lightning, and crackled his head and face toward the black mist.
When the black mist gave out pain, in the end there was no way to maintain the human form, and it turned into a cloud of black mist.
This is more pleasing to the eye. Sang Liang didn't come to chat with Smoke, but changed him to another place. He became noisy and tossed, which affected the people next to him to rest.
Even if Hei Mist can't maintain his human form, he still shuttles in mid-air, running rampant, "Say, is he going to die, is he going to die."
Sang Liang's brows jumped twice, he raised his hand, stretched out his fingers to press on the twitching brows, and then calmly said: "No, if you die, he won't die you. One thing is very certain. , You will definitely die, and you will die before him."
Heiwu laughed happily, "You didn't deny it, it seems that Taishu is really going to die, and I am not afraid of death at all. What I am looking forward to is to die with Taishu."
"I just want to see him tossing, tossing to the end with nothing, fruitless, and nothing in the end, how ironic."
Sang Liang rubbed his brows fiercely, which was too noisy, and the words were too annoying, which made people dislike it very much.
Since people don't like it and say things that others don't want to hear, then they should be punished.
The black mist was taken to another cave. This cave had a strong smell of sulfuric acid, which was the smell of magma, and the hot breath came to his face.
Smoke is afraid of heat and wind, as well as lightning that can weaken power.
Zhengqing has no power now, and he is already in front of him to regain consciousness. This bit of smoke floats in front of the uncle, and he can dissipate in smoke with a flick of his finger.
What do you keep him for, and let him live compassionately? He doesn't need such charity at all. If you kill him, you will kill her if you have the ability.
Sang Liang: "You can stay here from now on, whatever you want to make noise."
Zhengqing:...
Grass!
This Sang Liang is sinister and cunning!
The hot breath deformed the smoke, and there was still a powerful thunder and lightning brewing in the formation, which smashed on top of the smoke.
Zhengqing groaned in pain, and the smoke was already unable to escape and collide. He gritted his teeth and said in hatred: "I want to see the uncle, I want to see the uncle."
I want to know what the uncle is thinking, and shut him up here, so that people are not like humans and ghosts, so they are repeatedly tortured without death or life. Why on earth
If you hate him in this way, kill him and kill him, not like this.
To torture the enemy, the uncle has just that kind of tolerance.
Sang Liang: "My uncle won't see you. If you don't make trouble, you won't be punished."
"Ha ha, ha ha ha..." Zheng Qing’s voice was very ironic, "Don’t make noise, behave, if you kill me, I won’t make noise anymore, if I live, I will make noise, you, oh, what is your name? Coming."
Sang Liang didn't have any surprises that Zhengqing couldn't remember his name. When they first met, Zhengqing was with his uncle. It was a vigorous young man who showed his tiger teeth when he laughed, so proud.
To act recklessly, not to put everyone, the world, and the void in his eyes, with long hair standing up, like an ancient noble boy, freshly clothed and angry horses, wherever the horses pass by, the people are all panicked, watching him fall into the dust go with.
No one is truly free. Some people's freedom and willfulness are overdrawn, and everything comes at a price.
Zhengqing's embarrassed appearance was in Sang Liang's expectation, because one extreme would go to the other extreme.
Sang Liang: "My name is Sang Liang."
Zhengqing: "Who cares who you are, I want to see the uncle, and I want to see the uncle."
Sang Liang: "He won't see you."
Zhengqing Jiejie sneered: "Why, why not come? Does he have the strength to come and see me? Is his situation so bad?"
"It seems that he is going to die in front of me, haha..."
Sang Liang looked at Zhengqing indifferently, just like looking at another unreasonable kid, letting him pretend and toss, and watch him coldly.
Zhengqing gradually reduced all the anger and embarrassment, as proud as when he first met him, "Who, I want to see the uncle, the last time I see him."
Sang Liang: "My uncle won't see you."
Zhengqing was silent for a while, "Oh, isn't it, then I won't see him either."
Sang Liang twisted his brows, and saw that Zhengqing's black mist was gradually dissipating, as if it was about to merge with the hot bubbling and unpleasant smell.
The black fog was gradually dissipating, letting purple lightning strike him.
The thick black mist is slowly dissipating.
What is he doing
Sang Liang took a step forward and stopped again. The hot air around him evaporated the human figure and twisted it.
(End of this chapter)