Chapter 4363 Meeting Him

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This is probably fate, a predetermined fate.

Tools are useful one day, but also one day they are abandoned. They are tools.

It would be great if they had no thoughts, no emotions, and were just mere tools.

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

Sang Liang opened the door and walked into the cave. He looked at the man lying on the stone bed. He sat quietly next to him, opened the book, and slowly turned through the pages.

Not far from the next door, there was the sound of banging against the wall, and that black figure was making a fuss next to it. If I didn't make a fuss once a day, I would feel uncomfortable, and if I didn't use electricity, my whole body would feel uncomfortable.

Sang Liang closed the book, stood up and closed the door. The noise finally became quieter.

Sang Liang sat down again, flipping through the book, waiting for the person on the stone bed to wake up.

He is really getting more and more sleepy, wishing he could become one with the bed.

The black windbreaker was pressed against the body. The clothes that had no wrinkles at first had wrinkles appearing horizontally and horizontally. There were also subtle colors on the snow-white shirt, and it was hard to tell what color they were.

It's just that I clearly feel that this shirt is no longer so white and bright, and it is covered with a layer of gray, making the color unsightly.

Sang Liang frowned and stretched out his hand to slowly hold the folds of his windbreaker. Uncle Tai, who was sitting with his back to him, did not move or even move his body.

Sang Liang stayed by the side for a long time, and finally stood up and left. He closed the door and went to the cave next door. The smoke was billowing, and he was so energetic that he kept tossing.

Some people remained motionless, while others struggled desperately.

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

He asked almost in an eager, 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, which crackled towards the black mist.

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

This was much more pleasing to the eye. Sang Liang was not here to chat with Yan Yan, but to move him to another place. He started making noises and disturbing the rest of the people next to him.

Even though Black Mist couldn't maintain its human form, it was still shuttling in mid-air, running rampant, "Tell me, is he going to die? He's going to die."

Sang Liang's brows twitched twice. He raised his hand and put his fingers on his twitching brow. After pressing it twice, he said calmly: "No, he won't kill you even if you die. One thing is very sure." , you will definitely die, and you will die in front of him."

Heiwu laughed happily, "You didn't deny it. It seems that my uncle is really going to die. I'm not afraid of death at all now. What I look forward to is to die with my uncle."

"I just want to see him tossing and tossing until he has nothing and no results in the end. In the end, everything comes to nothing. How ironic."

Sang Liang rubbed his brow fiercely, he was too noisy and his words were too irritating, which made people dislike him very much.

Since you make people dislike you and say things that others don't want to hear, you should be punished.

The black mist was brought to another cave. This cave had a strong smell of sulfuric acid, which was the smell of magma, and the hot breath hit his face.

Things like smoke are afraid of heat and wind, as well as thunder and lightning that can weaken the strength.

Zhengqing has little strength now, and it is very close to regain consciousness. The smoke floats in front of Taishu, and he can make it disappear with a flick of his fingers.

Why keep him? Let him live mercifully. He doesn't need such charity at all. Kill him. If you can, kill her.

Sang Liang: "You can stay here from now on and make as much trouble as you like."

Zhengqing:......

Grass!

This Sang Liang is the insidious one!

The hot breath deformed the smoke, and there was still a huge powerful thunder and lightning brewing in the formation, which crashed on the smoke.

Zhengqing groaned in pain, and the smoke was no longer able to escape and collide. He gritted his teeth and said with hatred: "I want to see my uncle, I want to see my uncle."

I want to know what Taishu was thinking, locking him up here, making him look like a human and a ghost, and torturing him repeatedly like this, neither giving him death nor giving him life. Why?

If you hate him so much, just kill him and be done with it, not like this.

Torturing Qiu Kou, my uncle only had this bit of magnanimity.

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

"Hehe, hehehe..." Zhengqing's voice was very sarcastic, "Don't make a fuss, be a good boy. If you kill me, I won't make a fuss. If I'm alive, I will make a fuss. You, oh, what's your name?" The name comes."

Sang Liang was not surprised that Zhengqing couldn't remember his name. When they met for the first time, Zhengqing was beside his uncle. He was a high-spirited young man who showed his fangs when he smiled, looking so proud.

He acted recklessly, not caring about everyone, the world, and the void in his eyes. His long hair stood up, like an ancient noble boy, wearing bright clothes and angry horses. Wherever the horse passed by, the people were all panicked and watched him disappear. go.

No one is truly free, some people are free and wanton

It's an overdraft, and everything comes at a price.

Zhengqing's current state of embarrassment was expected by Sang Liang, because one extreme would lead to the other.

Sang Liang: "My name is Sang Liang."

Zhengqing: "Who cares who you are, I want to see my great uncle, I want to see my great uncle."

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

Zhengqing Jiejie sneered: "Why, why don't you come? Doesn't he have the strength to come to see me? Is his condition so bad?"

"It seems he is going to die in front of me, haha..."

Sang Liang looked at Zhengqing indifferently, just like looking at another unreasonable child, no matter how he behaved and tossed, he watched with cold eyes.

Zhengqing gradually calmed down all his anger and embarrassment, and was as proud as when he first met him, "Who is that? I want to see my uncle for the last time."

Sang Liang: "Uncle will not see you."

Zhengqing was silent for a moment, "Oh, really, then I won't see him either."

Sang Liang frowned and saw that Zhengqing's black fog was gradually dissipating, seeming to merge with the hot, 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, then stopped. The hot breath around him evaporated the figure, causing it to become deformed and distorted.

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