4260-Sorcerer
It doesn't matter what Sang Liang is, what's important is that he was caught.
The main system is still waiting for someone to save it, but the person who can save it is sleeping.
Wake up, don't sleep, what to sleep, get up!
An He stood at the door, hesitated for a moment or opened the door gently. When he was about to speak, the uncle lying on the stone bed raised his hands one by one, and a force directly split the fragile door in half.
It snapped to the ground, and the cut was neat.
An He:...
Forget it, forget it, just slip away!
The uncle didn't care what he cared about, anyway, Sang Liang didn't have much friendship with him.
At most, it is the superior and inferior, Sang Liang can't control his life or death, anyway, he has already brought the words to him.
The door is so pitiful, what did the door do wrong
An He sent a message to Mo Ming, asking him to drag him a little bit Ning Shu, don't eat people so quickly, if it really is to eat, it will definitely make the uncle face difficult, and he must fight.
To be honest, An He didn't want to fight Ning Shu at all, because it didn't make sense. It would not be good for him to win. If he loses, his army will lose.
But what is the way to eat this food
What kind of body is Ning Shu greedy for Sangliang
No matter what it is, it's so greedy... No, it's cruel!
Mo Ming quickly responded, "I see."
An He: "If you have any situation, please send me a message in time and give me feedback."
Mo Ming: "... Then there's no way. I'm going to do something. I will definitely not be able to hear from you. Don't worry, you won't eat him for the time being."
Mo Ming: "He sent it to his door as a bait, and Ning Shu would also use him to fish. There is no reason to eat bait by himself."
An He:...
I'm not a person who knows how to play with you.
Sang Liang was dragged home all the way. He walked slowly, Ning Shu would drag him, and if he walked faster, Ning Shu would drag him.
He staggered, his image was embarrassed, but Sang Liang was not annoyed, with a light smile on his face.
Under this plain and elegant surface is a fragmented heart, crying and screaming inside, like a desperate housewife whose heart is constantly being pulled, suffering, but unable to do anything.
Ning Shu calmly looked at Sang Liang, watched him smile, watched him gracefully and leisurely, every pore of his skin revealed a breath of despair.
Just being forced, the heart is suffering, tangled, twisted, thousands of thoughts are tossing around, painful and desperate.
Sang Liang couldn't laugh anymore when Ning Shu looked at him. He and Ning Shu looked at each other, and suddenly said, "Are you sympathizing with me?"
He laughed out loud, "You actually sympathize with me."
Ning Shu did not deny, "Yes, I just sympathize with you."
Uncle Tai was admired and feared by others in the organization, but he stood aloft, never set foot in the filthy quagmire, and looked at everyone condescendingly.
Even if thousands of people stretched out their hands and wanted to pull him into the dirt, into the quagmire, he could cut off these hands one by one.
The pulling and entanglement of the earthly world can't provoke him, he is more relaxed and comfortable than anyone else, and his chic is different from Zhengqing's.
But Sang Liang is different. He has been pulling and contacting thousands of people all the time. These big problems, small problems, and every brain need to be dealt with by him.
All kinds of questions flooded towards him, long and long, I don't know when it will end.
A hundred years of a lifetime is long enough, and it makes people breathless, let alone Sang Liang doesn't know how long it took to deal with it.
He doesn't seem to be tired, but he will definitely be tired, even if he cheers up, he will be tired.
Ning Shu thinks that Sang Liang's double standard is probably a typical representative of unreasonable and strong, dealing with so many people and dealing with all kinds of complicated things.
He has gotten used to it. He must stand on a moral high and suppress the aura of his opponent in all aspects. Once the aura is suppressed, there is nothing left to say.
"You are so petty."
"You don't have a big picture."
"You are cruel and ruthless."
Sang Liang didn't know what was going on, of course he knew that this was just a means.
Ning Shu felt that he was quite stupid, so he insisted on arguing with him. What's the use of arguing? There were countless hats waiting to be buttoned on his head.
The means are not good or bad.
No matter what world these taskers come from, some morals have been instilled since childhood.
Home country, etiquette, world...
There is no home without a country, courtesy, justice and shame, kindness and filial piety, knowing kindness...
Standing on a moral high, almost all taskers can be suppressed.
He is so bad and so tired, he was a man who died suddenly.
Sang Liang's heart was already a swamp, and he was bubbling to show his existence and alive, but the bubbles that came out carried a stink.
A swamp created by despair and exhaustion.
Especially now, Sang Liang is extremely desperate. He used to be supported by a spirit of spirit, but now this spirit of spirit is dissipating.
Sang Liang still smiled faintly, in a daze, as if he could see his face twisted and dissipated in the hazy smoke, and shouting silently again.
Ning Shu thought for a while and said: "This organization is disbanded, so it means that you are useless to the uncle, and the fate of you and these souls is almost the same."
Sang Liang hooked his mouth, "The destruction of an organization is important to death, and some things should die together."
Ning Shu was really curious, what exactly did the uncle give to Sang Liang and what did he do for Sang Liang to make Sang Liang so desperate.
Even if he was given up, there was no resentment, no unwillingness.
How did the uncle brainwashed? It's terrible.
Said that Sang Liang didn't have his own thinking, but he knew everything, knew everything, had a brain, a strategy, and a bad heart, but how could he not complain or complain.
Even if it is love, will it be hate because of love
Uncle Tai was very lucky to be treated like this by Sang Liang, even though Tai Uncle didn't care about this luck very much.
Love is no longer sufficient to explain this emotion.
Ning Shu went through Sang Liang's mind like a slideshow, with silver hair and a book in hand, as if he was a nobleman in the Middle Ages.
Look at him now being tied up by vines, a little embarrassed, but still calm, still elegant, walking is not hurried, and the wind and fire have never had anything to do with him.
Ning Shu: "Do you think your uncle will come to rescue you?"
Sang Liang: "It doesn't matter if you come or not."
Ning Shu frowned and took a step back, "You, do you want to die in my hands?"
She looked at Sang Liang with an unbelievable look.
Sang Liang said leisurely: "Why do I want to die in your hands, are you worthy to kill me?"
Ning Shu: "I am worthy."
Sang Liang glanced at Ning Shu, then gave her a look.
Ning Shu is now a little bit confused about Sang Liang's purpose.
She wants to use Sang Liang to attract her uncle, but what does Sang Liang want to do
(End of this chapter)