Lot 4244
What to do, he doesn't know what to do
His past life experience prevented him from dealing with this kind of things, because he had only time to survive, fleeing, escaping from creatures, and avoiding becoming something in his womb.
Those ferocious souls have the meaning of turning over and be the master, and they only command him in reverse, and they require all the power of the soul to perform tasks. There is too little merit and too little experience.
Up to now, Sang Liang's heart is deeply anxious about their cheeks, savage, ridicule and triumphant and cheerfulness between playing with the system and applauding.
He didn't know what he was thinking about at that time, even at that time, he would not go to his uncle.
Maybe you want to make yourself look more useful, be able to handle these things well, if you have a little use, avoid becoming something in your belly.
In the end, things were messed up by him. Almost all taskers protested, demanded with great precision, and even stopped working on the task.
Uncle Tai finally noticed that he came, and did not give him time to defend and speak. He also listened to the tasker's words, took out the qiang, and shot and killed the most noisy taskers.
These taskers are the strongest, commanding all taskers. At that time, the faction had already seen the pattern for the first time.
The audience was silent, and everyone's expressions were frozen. Looking at the cruel uncle, the taskers spoiled by him were suddenly angry, and they attacked the uncle one by one.
He thinks that the uncle is as weak as him.
In front of the uncle, they couldn't even compare to a fragile piece of paper. It was so fragile that it was wiped out in an instant, and they didn't even touch the corner of the uncle's clothes.
Disappeared, disappeared forever.
Those eager souls finally calmed down. They looked at Tai Uncle in horror, and their eyes were full of fear.
The bloody and cruel suppression made these eager souls finally realize their status and function.
Began to become more cautious. There were blood stains under the iron orders, the death of souls one after another.
Uncle Tai said to him: "If you have any questions, give feedback in time." The voice was cold and ruthless, and did not kill him.
Zhengqing grinned and gnawed at the fruit, and looked at him disgustingly, "Why are you so weak? You are a vain creature, and you are bullied by a soul that can be blown away in one breath. It's embarrassing, it's really embarrassing."
He lowered his head because he had nothing to say.
Zhengqing threw away the core and clapped her hands, "It's boring, what do you do with such an organization, the void is so big, I won't stay in this place forever."
But he is willing to stay here, the emptiness is big, but there is no place for him.
The uncle kept him, even if it was for him to work, even if it might be to eat him in the end.
Zhengqing is gone, the young man who is like the wind is always wanton, nothing can hold the wind of freedom.
With the suppression of the uncle, these souls finally converged a little, but they are still the same, their nature is to make an inch.
Both Sang Liang and weakness will be reasons for others to oppress him.
He must not give up every step, not even one step, otherwise it will only make them more arrogant, fighting against these souls, he grows quickly, and understands human nature.
The organization is getting bigger and bigger, becoming an amazing existence, with many people and many voices, and the bloody suppression never ceases.
As long as Taishu stood on the top of the mountain, no one would dare to create a glorious era.
Never thought that a glorious era would come to an end.
Even if it ended, the uncle still stood tall.
The breath of Zhengqing has long disappeared in the air, so a proud person finally died in such a cramped place.
Sang Liang stretched out his hand, his eyes were blurred because of the steaming heat, his hands were already twisted.
He snorted, so he always hated Zhengqing, the one who accepted the most powerful force, but didn't make any effort or responsibility.
Conversely laugh at the hard work seriously.
Why on earth did Law Hai give birth to two people? If there is only one and one less absorbs, Law Hai’s current situation will be much better.
That wanton young man used his strength, never restrained, and always obeyed his own will.
His wanton and pampering are based on others.
What qualifications does he have to resent, what qualifications to hate, he should have died long ago.
A person who has no heart and no ability, enjoys the best power, on what basis
Probably this is the despicability of being a weak person. I can't like such a person.
His wanton is too dazzling, and his wanton hurts the people he cares about.
"Heh, Zhengqing..." He turned and left the cave, and since then, he has died.
He was very strong, very wanton, and died in front of him.
Died very embarrassed.
Sang Liang knocked on his uncle's door, "Can I come in?"
"Sleep, don't come in."
Sang Liang: "I'll bring you something."
"I slept."
Sang Liang: "I'll come in for a while, and I won't disturb you if I give you things."
"come in."
Sang Liang opened the door, and his uncle was sitting on the stone bed, wearing a white shirt and a windbreaker aside, with one arm resting on his bent knee, watching what Sang Liang came in, and wringing his brows.
Sang Liang put the things down, "I made some food for you, and some food will make you feel better."
Uncle Tai: "You think I will be sad because of his death."
Sang Liang didn't speak, and he didn't care whether his uncle was sad or not.
All he cares about is the body of the uncle, Zhengqing, hey, let him die.
He took the chopsticks and put the snack in a small plate, and handed it to his uncle.
The uncle took it with a sigh, picked up the snack and delivered it to his mouth. At the entrance, he held it up to the tip of his nose and smelled it, "You didn't add anything."
Sang Liang poured a cup of tea for his uncle, "No, I know you can smell it, so I won't add anything."
"Really?" The uncle ate the cakes, drank tea, waved his hand to let Sang Liang go, lying on the bed with his back facing Sang Liang, his shirt outlined a thin waist, he was so strong, but so weak.
Sang Liang took the tea cup and the plate out of the room. The pastry on the plate did not add anything, but the tea was added.
He wants him to live, live well, live at the top, stand forever, and have joys and sorrows, even if he wants his life.
If the uncle chooses to fall into a deep sleep, he will always stay beside him and watch him fall asleep...
Sleeping
The destruction of the void creatures means complete destruction, sleeping...
Sang Liang's silver hair had white hairs tucked in, but in the silver hair, the white hair was not conspicuous.
Ah, that's great, he has finished eating.
Sure enough, it's still sad, and it will be fine after a while, Zheng Qing should have been someone who should have died a long time ago.
Gou lived to the present.
(End of this chapter)