Lot 4242
Sang Liang watched the evaporating black mist, becoming thinner and thinner, seeming to be melted by the heat of the magma.
The purple thunder and lightning that was brewing made it worse, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of the smoke disappeared.
Do not run away or avoid the attack of thunder and lightning, do you no longer want to resist, or do you have no strength to resist
"Why did you compromise suddenly? Why do you want to die before you meet your uncle?" Sang Liang said.
I was still trying my best to toss and use the inexhaustible strength before, but this will be like a dead heart, and there are any conspiracies and bitter tricks.
Zhengqing's voice became extremely calm, "What about seeing or not, it is already like this now, my appearance makes you, a dirty and humble thing, see many jokes."
He is nothing more than reconciliation. He has to meet his uncle, his heart is not peaceful, and he has to ask why. This is already the case, the uncle has done it, and he has to bear what he should bear.
It's just an obvious thing, asking why, persisting in this way, probably to find a reason for such a humble life, a reason for surviving.
Uncle Tai, Uncle Tai he is too disgusting, trampling on all his dignity and pride.
Let him live like this, trample him, destroy him.
Until now, the uncle did not even bother to show up. He proudly thought that the uncle was different from him.
This look is really too proud, how can he live so humble, he is a prisoner, not even a body, living so humble.
Not proud at all, a life without pride, how boring and meaningless to live.
Never see, uncle!
There is no unwillingness or obsession in his heart. Some things are no longer important, and he turns a blind eye to obvious things.
Sang Liang frowned and said, "You are such a proud person who actually wants to commit suicide?"
"Are you worthy to talk to me?" Zhengqing snorted, her voice spoiled and beaten, with strong contempt, as if Sang Liang was such a dirty thing.
In a daze, Sang Liang seemed to see the young man again, with bright and coquettish pride between his eyebrows and eyes, and the breeze was blowing with his high combed hair and a long sword on his waist.
Laughing presumptuously and wildly, so bright that makes one feel ashamed. Compared with the cruelty of his uncle, his bright coquettish and contemptuous is more like a sharp sword penetrating people's hearts.
He had the capital to do whatever he wanted, to do anything, to say anything, and he was born aloof. There seemed to be nothing in the world that would make him care.
Even if it is Law Sea, this spoiled child enjoys unique capital and power.
His existence seems to be mocking everyone and despising everyone.
His pride is inherent, never destroys, how spoiled and domineering.
The uncle indulged his pride and domineering, but in turn, destroyed his pride.
That kind of pride is really confusing, so familiar!
Sang Liang said to his subordinates: "Change a place, don't let him die."
If the uncle let him live, he can't die.
The smoke slammed into the thunder and lightning, and Sang Liang immediately closed the formation, but even so, there was a strong thunder and lightning that smashed into the black fog and crushed the black fog.
The black fog became thinner and thinner.
Sang Liang's eyebrows jumped, "Hurry up."
"No need." A cold voice sounded from behind, and Sang Liang turned to look at his uncle, "Are you awake?"
"You all go out, I will talk to him." The uncle walked into the cave, the hot magma evaporatively twisted and turbulent people's body.
The scene is extremely quiet, only the magma is bubbling, releasing a strong smell.
The black mist turned his head, as if a spoiled teenager turned around, raising his chin and looking at it.
Sang Liang took some people out of the cave and closed the door.
Sang Liang stood at the door with a book in his hand, his eyes drooping slightly, sinking into contemplation, waiting for his uncle to come out.
"I thought you would never come out, tusk," the young man said spoiledly.
The uncle looked at the floating black mist, "What do you want to say?"
"I didn't want to say anything. I always wanted to see you, but when I really saw you, I realized that there was really nothing to say, and I couldn't even find anything to say. It's really sad."
The uncle looked at the black mist in silence. The black mist at this time was just a cloud of smoke, a smoke with consciousness, which could not even be seen in the shape of a person, floating, without belonging, and without purpose.
The black mist drifted close to the uncle, and floated around the uncle, revealing a crisp giggle.
The young man’s arrogant laughter was not annoying and energetic, “Uncle, you are so miserable. Before your consciousness dissipates, I can see you so embarrassed and not proud.”
This is full of black stripes, full of decayed taste, so embarrassed!
"You seem to love moving yourself, thinking what a great thing you are bearing, hahaha..."
The uncle remained silent, just looking at the trembling black mist, his eyes were flat, there was no sadness, no hatred or hatred, only peace.
Just looking at the black mist, the black mist suddenly stopped moving, "Uncle, what I hate the most is that you look like this, hate, hate, very hate."
"If there is another life, maybe there is a future, I will never have anything to do with you again, because I hate you, you think you have taken everything, it seems you have taken everything."
"That great look is simply disgusting. I knew I would not call you here. I really regret it." At this time, Zhengqing was spoiled as always, saying whatever he wanted to say, not caring about other people's feelings.
Uncle Tai: "I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. It's great that you are dead, at least not in my hands. You should end early."
Zhengqing: "Uncle, I care about your ancestor."
Amidst this roar, the smoke gradually disappeared, making the entire cave bright, and what has not changed is the bubbling sound of magma.
The young man who was spoiled and happy like the wind disappeared and ceased to exist. The heat wave wiped out the appearance of the young man who was like the wind.
Uncle Tai turned around and left the cave without reluctance, opened the door, and Sang Liang, who was guarding the door, asked: "He..."
The uncle left without looking back and said, "He is dead."
A stunned expression appeared on Sang Liang's face. He hurried to catch up with his uncle, slowed down when he approached his uncle, and asked, "Why don't you stop him."
"Why do you want to stop him? He was dead a long time ago," the uncle said indifferently.
Uncle Tai suddenly stopped, and Sang Liang also stopped. Uncle Tai looked at Sang Liang: "You too, leave."
"Leave?" Sang Liang's face was puzzled, but there was a deep horror and confusion between his brows.
Uncle Tai: "After this building is completed, you can leave."
(End of this chapter)