Why do you need this?

Sang Liang asked, "Is it because of Zhengqing? Because Zhengqing has gone, are you blaming me?"

In addition to this reason, Sang Liang could not imagine what was the reason.

No one knows that Zhengqing, who is so energetic, suddenly develops ambition to die, and then destroys himself without hesitation?

Tai Shuyun said calmly: "It has nothing to do with you. This is a matter between me and him. Sooner or later he will have this result."

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 again: "Then why did you let me go again?"

Uncle Tai: "It's not just you, but everyone is leaving."

Sang Liang: "Why do you have to leave? Just leave you alone here? I can always be with you."

Uncle Tai waved his hand and said of course: "No, I'm in a deep sleep, and it doesn't make any sense for you to keep it."

"I can guard you, even if you are asleep." So what if you go outside, it's better to guard a sleeping person.

Uncle Tai was not talking anymore, and returned to his cave, lay on the stone bed and continued to sleep, leaving Sang Liang with a changeable face.

He will not leave. Even if the people in this organization have already left, he will stay, even if he is corrupted with Uncle Tai in this sea of ​​laws.

How angry it was. In the end, Uncle Tai still let go of these souls and the people in the organization.

But everyone said he was cruel and ruthless, cruel and tyrannical.

Sang Liang pursed his lips tightly, and there was a fire in his eyes jumping. He turned around and looked at the cave where Zhengqing disappeared and walked into the cave.

The steaming heat came to her face, but Sang Liang could not feel the heat. There was only the coldness that could not be driven away in his body, which was so cold that it was so cold in his heart.

The heart freezes into a ball of ice, without any heat, dark and cold, and cannot see the direction.

It’s not his fault, it’s not his fault, it’s probably because it’s not his fault in his heart.

If he knew that this was the case, he would not have let Zhengqing die no matter what.

Zhengqing died, and his situation became extremely embarrassing and uncomfortable.

He, he really doesn't want to go back to his past days. He hated his body, why, why did such a strange race like him be born.

With a bad taste in it, playing with his fate, he is being played with.

He hated his body, but he was alive.

When the two bright men appeared in front of him, the spoiled boy commented on him, "Hey, this kind of race was born in the void. Since it is a food-like existence, why should we 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 if it dies, rot and rot, and eat it if it is eaten without feeling.

But fate likes to play with people, watching people in a hurry and struggling, maybe like this kind of struggle.

The boy showed a disgusting expression on his face, "Hey, I won't eat such things, his taste must be very strange."

Discussing his taste in front of him is the evil taste of fate. His heart is numb. If he is eaten, he will end this fate.

Fate is really disgusting and tormenting.

His existence is meaningless, and it gives him wisdom and consciousness only to increase pain.

The troops should be meaningful, let the creatures eat them, and then turn them into nutrition, and become one with other creatures, without consciousness and without pain.

This is the meaning of his existence, but why is it given meaning to him?

The spoiled young man said, "Brother, you want to eat, I will catch it if you want to eat. This thing is a bit disgusting, just eat it alone."

The cold man glanced at him, and he fell to the ground in a mess. At that time, he couldn't even kneel down and beg for mercy. He was trembling, humble and helpless.

The spoiled boy showed disgust and ridicule on his face: "Hey, your taste is too heavy. Do you like the feeling of struggling in your mouth? Then, after taking a bite, your remaining limbs are still moving?"

"Do you have a bite and explode? But what is his body?"

The cold man shook his eyes: "Go and catch it."

"Okay." The spoiled young man jumped and jumped in front of him, with his mighty power, suppressing him so hard that he could not move.

Under such strength, he couldn't even do it well.

His existence is a joke, weak, yet intelligent, full of fear and fear of being eaten.

The boy stretched out his hand, grabbed his neck, carried his neck, and threw it round, as if he was playing with a toy, smiling.

The unconsciousness of a strong man can determine a person's fate with his hands raised.

He came to a brand new place, worried all day long that he would be eaten and feared every day.

This fear lasted for a long time, and one day, the cold man came to him.

He thought, finally remembering to eat him?

His destiny is to feel that he is eaten, fearful and struggling in a clear consciousness.

"I'll give you this thing, I'll take care of a few people for me." The indifferent man threw him a book and left.

He stared blankly at the book in front of him, the kraft paper, which was simple and elegant, and there was no word on it. He couldn't react, why didn't he eat him?

mercy?

If it is really pity, it would be the best, because he wants to live, but he doesn't know why he lives.

He raised his head and looked at the man who was leaving, flew around the corners of his clothes, walked against the light, and finally disappeared.

He trembled his hands and picked up the book. Of course, with his weak ability, he couldn't even turn a page.

The cold man said that he was managing a few people was not the creatures in the void, but the souls. These souls did not have bodies and were very weak.

Even with his strength, he can deal with these souls.

A humble and weak person who almost survived the pursuit, and he had no confidence in managing these people, afraid that they would be weak.

These souls are weak, but they are very cunning. It is their nature to be more greedy. Perhaps because he is easy to speak but at a loss, he is fuming.

I always want to benefit from it, to coerce and induce, and just want to make myself more profitable.

He could not cope with these cunning souls at all. He was often forced to not know what to do and gave up all the benefits he deserved.

In order not to disappoint the cold man, he demolished the only resources to repair the east wall, but these souls were still greedy and grabbed his collar one by one.

I thought I was strong and threatened a manager. When I saw a manager showing shameful expression, I showed proud expressions one by one, and realized that the world was invincible.

He was forced into a corner, and his inner weakness almost forced him to cry.
Chapter completed!