Chapter 4364 Dissipation

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Sang Liang looked at the evaporated black mist, which became thinner and thinner, as if it was melted by the heat of the magma.

The brewing purple thunder and lightning made it worse, and in the blink of an eye, most of the smoke was gone.

If you don't run away or avoid the lightning attack, do you mean you don't want to resist, or you don't have the strength to resist?

"Why did you suddenly compromise? Why do you want to die before you even meet your uncle?" Sang Liang asked.

Before, I was still struggling and exerting endless strength, but now my heart is filled with despair. Is there any conspiracy or scheming?

Zhengqing's voice became extremely calm, "It doesn't matter if you see me or not, it's like this now. My appearance makes you, a dirty and despicable thing, laugh a lot."

He just couldn't give it in and insisted on seeing his uncle. He felt grievances and wanted to ask for a reason. This was already the case. Uncle Tai had done it before, and he had to bear what he should bear.

It's just an obvious thing. Asking why, persisting in this, is probably to find a reason for living such a humble life, a reason to live in an ignoble way.

Uncle, uncle, he is so abominable, he has trampled all his dignity and pride.

Let him live like this, trample on him and destroy him.

At this point, Taishu didn't even bother to come forward. He proudly thought that Taishu and him were different.

He looked so arrogant. How could he live like this, a prisoner, without even a body, living in such a humble way.

Not proud at all. A life without pride would be boring and meaningless.

See you forever, uncle!

There was no reluctance or obsession in his heart. Some things were no longer important. He turned a blind eye to the obvious things.

Sang Liang frowned and said, "You are such a proud person, you actually want to commit suicide?"

"Are you worthy of talking to me?" Zhengqing sneered, his voice coquettish and unbeatable, and his contempt was strong, as if Sang Liang was such a dirty thing.

In a daze, Sang Liang seemed to see the young man again, with a bright and indulgent pride between his eyebrows, his hair combed high in the breeze, and a long sword on his waist.

He smiled wildly and wildly, so brightly that it made people feel ashamed. Compared to his uncle's cruelty, his bright, indulgent and contemptuous smile was more like a sharp sword piercing people's hearts.

He has the capital to do whatever he wants, do anything, say anything. He is born to be aloof, and there seems to be nothing in the world that can make him care.

Even Fa Hai, this spoiled child, enjoys unique capital and power.

His existence seemed to be sarcastic and contemptuous of everyone.

His pride is innate and will never be destroyed, how domineering and domineering he is.

Uncle Tai indulged his pride and domineering, but in turn destroyed his pride.

That kind of pride is really confusing, so familiar!

Sang Liang said to his men: "Change the place and don't let him die."

Uncle Tai lets him live, so he can't die.

The smoke actively hit the thunder and lightning, and Sang Liang immediately closed the formation, but even so, a thick thunder and lightning struck the black mist, defeating it.

The black mist became thinner and thinner.

Sang Liang's heart skipped a beat, "Hurry up."

"No need." A cold voice sounded from behind. Sang Liang turned to look at his uncle, "Are you awake?"

"You all go out, I'll have a chat with him." Taishu walked into the cave, and the hot magma evaporated the human body, twisted and turbulent.

The scene was extremely quiet, except for the lava bubbling and releasing a strong smell.

The black mist turned its head, as if a pampered young man turned around and looked at it with his chin raised.

Sang Liang led some people out of the cave and closed the door.

Sang Liang stood at the door with a book under his arm, his eyes slightly lowered, lost in thought, waiting for his uncle to come out.

"I thought you would never come out, tut." The young man said coquettishly.

Uncle Tai looked at the floating black mist, "What do you want to say?"

"I don't have anything to say. I've always wanted to see you, but when I saw you, I realized that I actually had nothing to say, and I couldn't even find anything to say. It's really sad."

Uncle Tai looked at the black fog in silence. The black fog at this time was just a cloud of smoke, a smoke with consciousness. Even the shape of a person could not be seen. It was floating without belonging or purpose.

The black mist floated close to the uncle, and floated around him, revealing a clear and giggling laugh.

The young man laughed wildly, but not annoyingly, and said with high spirits, "Uncle, you are so miserable. Before your consciousness dissipated, I could see you were so embarrassed and so ungrateful."

This body is covered in black lines and smells of decay. It’s so embarrassing!

"You seem to like to move yourself, thinking that what you are enduring is such a great thing, hahaha..."

Uncle Tai still didn't make a sound, he just looked at the floating and trembling black mist, his eyes were calm, there was no sadness, no disgust or hatred, only calm.

Just looking at the black mist, the black mist suddenly stopped floating, "Uncle, what I hate most is that you look like this. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it so much."

"If there is another life, maybe there is a future, I will never have anything to do with you again, because I hate you. You think you have endured everything and seem to bear all the burden."

All. "

"That great look is simply disgusting. I regretted not calling you if I had known earlier." At this time, Zhengqing was as indulgent as ever, saying whatever he wanted without caring about other people's moods.

Uncle Tai: "I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. It would be great if you died. At least you didn't die in my hands. You should end it early."

Zhengqing: "Uncle, I'm going to kill your ancestors."

Amid this roar, the smoke gradually disappeared, making the entire cave brighter. What remained unchanged was the sound of lava bubbling.

The young man who was as pampered and happy as the wind disappeared into thin air and ceased to exist. The heat wave steamed away, completely erasing the appearance of the young man who was like the wind.

Uncle Tai turned around and left the cave without any hesitation, opened the door, and Sang Liang, who was guarding the door, asked: "He..."

Uncle Tai left without looking back and said, "He is dead."

A look of astonishment appeared on Sang Liang's face. He quickly caught up with his uncle. When he got close to his uncle, he slowed down and asked, "Why didn't you stop him?"

"Why do you want to stop him? He died a long time ago." Uncle Tai said indifferently.

Uncle Tai suddenly stopped and so did Sang Liang. Uncle Tai looked at Sang Liang and said, "You should leave too."

"Leave?" Sang Liang's face showed confusion, but there was deep horror and confusion between his eyebrows. .

Uncle Tai: "After this building is completed, you can leave."

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