Lot 4243
Why is it so.
Sang Liang asked, "Is it because of Zhengqing? Because Zhengqing has gone, you blame me?"
Except for this reason, Sang Liang couldn't think of what it was because of.
No one knows, so the spirit, Zhengqing, who is tossing every day, suddenly has a will to die, and then he does not hesitate to destroy himself
Uncle Yun said lightly: "It has nothing to do with you. This is a matter between me and him. He will have this result sooner or later."
After a certain decision is made, this is the result, and this result will come sooner or later.
Sang Liang breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Then why are you letting me go again?"
Uncle Tai: "Not only you, but everyone has to leave."
Sang Liang: "Why are you leaving? Just leave you here alone. I can stay with you forever."
The uncle waved his hand and said of course: "No, I fell asleep, and it doesn't make any sense for you to guard."
"I can guard you, even if you are asleep." What about going outside, it is better to guard a sleeping person.
The uncle was not talking anymore, returned to his cave, lay on the stone bed and then went to sleep, leaving Sang Liang with his fickle complexion.
He won't leave. Even if the people in this organization have already gone, he still wants to stay, even if he and his uncle are rotten in this sea of laws.
How irritating, in the end, the uncle let go of these souls, let go of the people in the organization.
But everyone said he was cruel and cruel.
Sang Liang pressed his lips tightly, his eyes were jumping with fire, he looked back at the cave where Zhengqing had disappeared, and walked into the cave.
The steaming heat rushed over his face, but Sang Liang couldn't feel the heat, there was only the inescapable cold in his body, and it was cold to the bottom of his heart.
The heart froze into a mass of ice, without any warmth, it was dark and cold, and there was no direction to see.
Don't blame him, he said that he is not to blame, he should be blamed in my heart.
If he knew this, he wouldn't let Zhengqing die anyway.
Zhengqing died a hundred, and his situation became extremely embarrassing and uncomfortable.
He, he really didn't want to go back to the old days, he hated his body, why, why was he born such a weird race.
With a sense of evil in it, playing with his destiny, he is being played with.
He hated his body, but he was alive.
When two bright people appeared in front of him, the spoiled teenager commented on him, "Hey, the void gave birth to such a race. Since it is a food-like existence, why should it give consciousness and wisdom?"
Yes, he also wanted to ask why he should give consciousness and wisdom.
As a simple, unconscious food, it will die when it dies, it will rot when it rots, and it will be eaten when it is eaten, without feeling.
But destiny likes to play with people, watch people hurriedly, watch people struggle, maybe like this kind of struggle.
There was an expression of disgust on the boy's face, "Hey, I don't know how to eat something like this, his taste must be very strange."
Discussing his taste in person, this is the evil taste of fate, his heart is numb, if he is eaten, it will end this fate.
Fate is really disgusting and tormenting.
His existence is meaningless, giving him wisdom and consciousness only to increase pain.
The army should be meaningful, let the creatures eat it, then turn it into nutrition, and become one with other creatures, without consciousness, without suffering.
This is the meaning of his existence, but, why give him meaning.
The spoiled boy said: "Brother, you want to eat, and I will catch if you want to eat. This thing is a bit disgusting, you can eat it alone."
The indifferent man glanced at him, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment. At that time, he couldn't even kneel and beg for mercy, shivering, humble and helpless.
The pampered young man showed disgust and ridicule: "Hey, your taste is too strong, do you like the feeling of struggling in your mouth, and then take a bite, are the residual limbs still moving?"
"Bite it and burst. But what is his body?"
The indifferent man threw an eye knife: "Go and catch."
"Good." The spoiled young man jumped and jumped in front of him, suppressing him with majestic strength and unable to move.
Under such power, he couldn't even move even one time.
His existence is a joke, weak, but wise, full of fear, fear of being eaten.
The young man stretched out his hand, grabbed his neck, held his neck, and turned it round, as if he was playing with a toy, smiling.
The carelessness of the strong can determine a person's fate by raising his hand.
He came to a brand new place, worried all day that he was being eaten, and feared every day.
This fear lasted for a long time, and one day the indifferent man came to him.
He thought, finally remembering to eat him
His destiny is to perceive himself being eaten, fear, and struggle in a clear consciousness.
"Give this thing to you, take care of some people for me." The indifferent man threw a book to him, and then left.
He stared blankly at the book in front of him. The kraft paper was simple and simple. There was no word on it. He couldn't respond. Why didn't you eat him
mercy
If it's really pity, then it's best, because he wants to live, but he doesn't know what to live for.
He raised his head and looked at the man who was going away.
He trembling hands, picked up the book, of course, with his weak ability, he couldn't even turn a page.
The indifferent man said that managing a few people is not a vain creature, but a soul. These souls have no bodies and are very weak.
Even with his strength, he can deal with these souls.
A humble and weak, almost spent in chasing, how can there be any confidence to manage these people, for fear that they are very weak.
These souls are weak, but they are very treacherous. It's their nature to make an inch of it. Maybe it's because he is so talkative and at a loss what to do, and he gets messed up.
I always want to profit from it, threaten and tempt, just want to make myself more profitable.
He couldn't deal with these old and cunning souls at all, and was often forced to do not know what to do, giving away all the benefits he deserved.
In order not to disappoint the cold man, he demolished the east wall to make up for the east wall with his only resources, but these souls were still greedy, holding on to his collar one by one.
Thinking that he is strong, threatening a manager, seeing a manager showing a shameful expression, one by one showing a proud expression, consciously invincible in the world.
He was forced into the corner, and his inner weakness almost made him cry.
(End of this chapter)