This is probably fate, the established fate.

Tools are useful one day, and they are tools.

How great would it be if they had no thoughts and emotions, just a simple tool.

The mistake is that they have feelings and cannot be simply a tool person.

Sang Liang opened the door and walked into the cave. Looking at the lying on the stone bed, he sat quietly beside him, opened the book, and flipped slowly on page after page.

Not far from next door, there was a sound of clanging and clanging against the wall. The black shadow was making noise next to him. If he didn't make noise once a day, he felt uncomfortable, and if he didn't have electricity, he felt uncomfortable all over.

Sang Liang closed the book, stood up and closed the door, and the noisy voice finally became smaller.

Sang Liang sat down again, flipped through the book, and waited for the people on the stone bed to wake up.

He was really getting more and more sleepy, and he wanted to get together with the bed.

The black windbreaker pressed against the body. The clothes that were not wrinkled at all appeared horizontally and horizontally. The snow-white shirt also had subtle colors, so it was hard to tell which color it was.

I clearly felt that the shirt was not so white and eye-catching, and it was covered with a layer of gray, making the color look bad.

Sang Liang frowned, stretched out his hand and slowly held the wrinkles on the windbreaker. Uncle Tai, who was facing away from him, did not move, and his body did not move.

Sang Liang stayed by the side for a long time, finally stood up and left, closed the door and arrived at the cave next door. The smoke rushed around and the energy was so strong that he kept tossing.

Some people remain motionless, while others are struggling desperately.

The smoke condensed into a human form, forming a blurred and ugly facial features. He opened his mouth and shouted to Sang Liang: "Tell me, tell me quickly, is Uncle Tai going to die? I can feel his weakness."

He asked almost in an urgent, expectant and joyful tone, as if he was looking forward to something good.

Sang Liang pressed the button, and the formation gathered a large amount of purple lightning, slashing towards the black fog with crackling sounds.

When the black fog was in pain, it finally couldn't even maintain its human form, and turned into balls of black fog.

This makes Sang Liang not come to chat with Yanwu, but instead switches him to another place. He makes a lot of noise and affects the rest of the people next to him.

Even though the black fog could not maintain its human form, it was still shuttled through the air and rushed around, "Tell me, is he going to die??"

Sang Liang's brow jumped twice. He raised his hand, stretched out his fingers and pressed it on the twitching brow. He pressed it twice before he calmly said: "No, he will not die if you die. There is one thing that is very certain. You will definitely die, and you will die in front of him."

Heiwu smiled happily, "You didn't deny it. It seems that Uncle Tai is really going to die. I am not afraid of death at all now. What I hope is to die with Uncle Tai."

"I just want to see him scrambling, and he ended up having nothing and nothing to do, and he ended up being in vain. How ironic."

Sang Liang rubbed his eyebrows hard, it was too noisy and his words were too annoying, which made people very dislike.

Since people don’t like it and say things others don’t want to listen to, they deserve punishment.

The black fog was taken to another cave, which had a strong sulfuric acid smell, which was the smell of magma, and the scorching smell came to my face.

Things like smoke are afraid of heat and wind, and there are also lightning that can weaken power.

Zhengqing has no power now, and he is already in front of him. This smoke floats in front of Uncle Tai. He can flash his fingers and let him disappear.

What should I do if I keep him? I mercifully let him live. He doesn't need such charity at all. If I kill him, I will kill her if I have the ability.

Sang Liang: "You can stay here from now on, just make trouble."

Zhengqing:...

Grass!

This Sang Liang is insidious and cunning!

The hot breath deformed the smoke, and there was still a huge power of lightning brewing in the formation, striking the smoke.

Zhengqing let out a painful and enduring moan, and the smoke was even unable to escape and rush. He gritted his teeth and said hatred: "I want to see Uncle Tai, I want to see Uncle Tai."

I want to know what Uncle Tai is thinking, locking him here, making people not like humans, ghosts, and ghosts, and torture them repeatedly, not to die or live. Why?

If you hate him like this, you will kill him, and you will be defeated, not like this.

To torture the enemy, Taishu is just that kind of demeanor.

Sang Liang: "Uncle Tai won't see you. If you don't make trouble, you won't be punished."

"Haha, hehe..." Zhengqing's voice was very sarcastic, "Don't make a fuss, behave, if you kill me, I won't make a fuss. I'm alive, I'm going to make a fuss. You, oh, what's your name?"

Sang Liang was not surprised that Zhengqing could not remember his name. When he first met, Zhengqing followed Taishu. He was a young man with high spirits, smiling and showing his tiger teeth, so proud.

He acted recklessly, not taking everyone, and taking the world and the void in his eyes. His long hair stood up, like an ancient aristocratic boy, with fresh clothes and angry horses. Wherever he rode his horse, the people were panicked and saw him leaving.

No one is truly free. Some people's freedom and wantonness are overdrawn, and anything comes at a price.

Zhengqing's current embarrassing appearance was as expected by Sang Liang, because one extreme would go to another.

Sang Liang: "My name is Sang Liang."

Zhengqing: "Who cares who you are? I want to meet Uncle Tai, I want to meet Uncle Tai."

Sang Liang: "He won't see you."

Zhengqing sneered: "Why, why don't you come? Did he lose all his strength to 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 coldly, just like watching an unreasonable child, letting him do whatever he wants and do, and he watched coldly.

Zhengqing gradually restrained all his anger and disbelief, as proud as he first met him, "Who, I want to see Uncle Tai, the last time I saw Uncle Tai."

Sang Liang: "Uncle Tai won't see you."

Zhengqing was silent for a moment, "Oh, is that so, I won't see him anymore."

Sang Liang frowned and saw that Zhengqing's black mist was gradually dissipating, as if it was about to blend with the scorching and bubbling and unpleasant smell.

The black fog is gradually dissipating, allowing purple lightning to strike on the body.

The thick black fog is slowly dissipating.

What is he doing?

Sang Liang took a step forward and stopped again. The scorching breath around him evaporated and deformed.
Chapter completed!