Chapter 4361 Give Up

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An He could only contact Mo Ming constantly, but received no reply from Mo Ming.

An He said to his subordinates: "Go and bring Mo Ming's nameplate over to me."

If something really happened, the ray of soul on the nameplate would have dissipated.

An He frowned and looked at the nameplate over and over again. The soul on the nameplate was still there, but why didn't Mo Ming reply.

What circumstances prevented him from replying.

An He put down the nameplate and stopped paying attention to Mo Ming. Sang Liang's words made him almost break his legs from exhaustion.

Now An He didn't want to offend Mo Ming. After that incident, his uncle never showed up, and he didn't care what happened to his uncle, whether he was dead or alive.

Sang Liang was the same as before, as he should be, but An He didn't want to offend Sang Liang and find a reason to be criticized.

It always felt like Sang Liang was holding his breath in his heart.

For the big bosses of the organization, it is not rare to work as a coolie for a little bit of soul power. They have no shortage of soul power.

They are unwilling to work, and would rather spend a little merit to avoid this kind of hard work. They have not felt this kind of tiredness for a long time.

But even meritorious deeds cannot avoid doing such hard work. I seriously suspect that Sang Liang just wants to torture them.

The Law Sea is already like this, is it useful to repair this thing?

But no one dared to raise objections or even stop the project. They were just working and had no right to speak.

Even though they are called bosses now, they are still stronger than ordinary missionaries.

No matter how strong the ants are, they are still ants. They have no choice but to be obedient.

Even those who are clamoring to rebel against the organization can only work obediently now. Talking about it is useless. They are so tired that they don't even want to say a word, let alone talk about it.

The rebel organization probably only has that woman so far. How did she leave the organization?

Why would uncle let her go?

To be honest, everyone in the organization would rather see this rebel with a missing body than live freely like this, because they were eager and hopeless, but someone succeeded.

This feeling is too uncomfortable, too torturous. If she died, because the rebel organization was also killed, it would be better than now, but the people left behind would be even more tormented.

The most tormenting thing is not suffering, but hope, but this hope is so slim that it is torturous.

Now they really hope, hope...

The sea of ​​laws will perish quickly, perish quickly...

Uncle Tai will perish with the law sea. From now on, whether they live or die is their fate.

His heart was restless and his heart was roaring, as if there was a wild beast, snarling and snarling, despair and hope intertwined, even with a hint of hatred.

The hatred for the person who rebelled against the organization is also the hatred for the organization.

Their inner determination was destroyed, leaving them confused and anxious.

How tortured and hopeless this is.

The dead end is approaching and the future is uncertain!

Sang Liang stood at a high place and looked at these busy task workers indifferently, with a thousand-year-old indifference and ruthlessness between his brows.

He turned around and left. They wanted to leave so much and wanted to be free, so let's be free.

If he died in the organization, it would appear how cold and heartless they were.

Without the organization they cursed and hated, how could they be better off? Would they have a bright future, or would they face more pain?

These souls should have been like ants throughout their lives, but they quickly dissipated, and finally the souls were consumed in reincarnation.

Having different opportunities, but hating the people who gave them the opportunity, is there such a thing as freeloading in the world?

One, two, and three are like this.

A smile appeared on Sang Liang's lips. For a moment, he really hoped that these people would live for a long time, preferably not die, suffer the pain of homelessness, the pain of being weak, and taste the despair of being at the end of their rope.

What's the point of being buried with him? He just wiped it out. It's just a matter of an instant. He can only let these souls feel it.

How could he possibly kill all these souls? His ruthless reputation was meant to be fulfilled.

Each and every one of them stepped on the organization's pedal, and when they got the benefits, they blamed them for being ruthless.

It is these souls that are truly ruthless and greedy.

Is it not callous to let them do whatever they want, without even taking action to suppress them, and let them do whatever they want?

hehe……

And will that woman take in these homeless souls?

That woman can turn a blind eye to the souls that cannot survive in the void and won't take them in. Gee, how callous and heartless is that? !

But what should she do if she takes in such a huge organization and such a complex and changeable human heart?

It was tender care. Didn't she always say that they were indifferent and cruel?

Haha, for a guy whose butt determines his head, if she stands in the same position, she will only be more cruel, because only absolute blood can suppress her.

Kindness and gentleness are always indulgent.

How ironic it must be that she has become the person she hates, despises, and has always condemned from a high moral position.

Ning Shu, please give these souls as gifts to you.

If you don’t accept them, that’s so callous. If you accept them, it depends on how you treat these spirits.

soul.

The guy who screams for freedom.

Sang Liang's face showed disgust.

An He caught up with Sang Liang, and his heart trembled when he saw Sang Liang's cold and ruthless expression, his face like a solid ice cube.

Sang Liang looked at An He. An He, a man covered in blood, couldn't bear the look in his eyes.

Although this Sang Liang was a little colder before, he was not as cold as he is now. His cold and unfamiliar eyes were like looking at ants on the roadside.

An He's heart was hanging in the air. He was probably certain that they had reached the end.

Survival or death is probably a matter of their words.

Sang Liang: "What happened?"

An He: "There are many planes collapsing in the direction of the patrol. Do we need to deal with them now?"

A lot of manpower has been transferred here, but there are no manpower there. The collapse of the plane is like setting off firecrackers.

Sang Liang just said: "Don't worry about it."

An He's face showed a surprised expression, "You really don't need to worry about it, is it okay?"

Sang Liang: "What can happen? The plane is old and has no way to survive. Death is a very important thing. Birth, old age, illness and death are natural."

Even so, An He's heart felt cold. It seemed that the organization had given up on these planes.

The situation in the Law Sea is not good, and giving up these planes is a good choice, but...

The purpose of their existence is for these planes. When these planes disappear, then they have no meaning of existence.

They will also be abandoned like these planes.

Where to go?

This is a dead end. .

Sang Liang looked at An He, who seemed to be experiencing pain.

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