Chapter 4382 You Want to Die

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,!

It doesn't matter what Sang Liang is now, what matters is that he was caught.

The main system is still waiting for people to save people, but the people who can save people are sleeping.

Wake up, don't sleep anymore, sleep on whatever you want, wake up and get up!

An He stood at the door, hesitated for a moment and then gently pushed the door open. Just when he was about to speak, the uncle lying on the stone bed raised his hands one by one, and a force directly split the fragile door in half.

It fell to the ground with a bang, and the cuts were neatly cut.

An He:......

Forget it, forget it, slip away!

Uncle Tai didn't care what he cared about. Anyway, Sang Liang didn't have any friendship with him.

At most, the superiors and subordinates have nothing to do with Sang Liang's life and death. Anyway, he has already brought the message.

The door is so pitiful. What did the door do wrong?

An He sent a message to Mo Ming, asking him to drag Ning Shu with him and not to eat him so quickly. If he really ate him, he would definitely make it difficult for his uncle, and he would definitely start a fight.

To be honest, An He didn't want to fight Ning Shu at all, because it was pointless. Winning would be of no benefit to him. If he lost, his army would suffer losses.

But what exactly is the way to eat this?

What kind of body of Sangliang was Ning Shu coveting?

No matter which one it is, it's so greedy... No, it's so cruel!

There was a quick reply from Mo Ming, "I understand."

An He: "If anything happens, please send me a message in time and give me feedback."

Mo Ming: "...There's nothing we can do about it. I'm going to do something. I won't be able to hear from you. Don't worry, I won't take advantage of him for the time being."

Mo Ming: "He sent it to my door as bait, and Ning Shu wants to use him to fish, so there's no point in eating the bait himself."

An He:......

I don't really understand your naughty nature.

Sang Liang was dragged home all the way. If he walked slowly, Ning Shu would drag him. If he walked fast, Ning Shu would drag him.

He staggered and looked embarrassed, but Sang Liang was not annoyed, with a light smile on his face.

Underneath this plain and elegant surface is a broken heart, screaming and roaring inside, like a desperate housewife, whose heart is constantly being pulled, in pain, but powerless.

Ning Shu looked at Sang Liang steadily, watching him smile, watching him be elegant and leisurely, and every pore of his skin exuded an aura of despair.

It was just being suppressed, and my heart was suffering, entangled, and twisted. Thousands of thoughts were going through it, painful and desperate.

Ning Shu looked at Sang Liang and he couldn't stop laughing. He looked at Ning Shu and suddenly said, "Are you sympathizing with me?"

He laughed out loud, "You actually sympathize with me."

Ning Shu did not deny it, "Yes, I just sympathize with you."

Uncle Tai was admired and feared by others in the organization, but he stood aloof. He had never set foot in the filthy quagmire and looked down on everyone.

Even if thousands of people reach out and want to pull him into the filth and the mire, he can cut off these hands one by one.

He is untouchable by the pulls and entanglements of the world. He is more carefree and comfortable than anyone else, and his carefreeness is different from Zhengqing's carefreeness.

But Sang Liang is different. He has been interacting with thousands of people, and he needs to deal with all these big and small problems.

All kinds of questions rushed towards him overwhelmingly, and it lasted for a long time, and he didn't know when they would end.

A hundred years of life is long enough to make people breathless, let alone how long Sang Liang has been dealing with it.

It was as if he didn't even know he was tired, but he would definitely be tired, even if he cheered up, he would still be tired.

Ning Shu felt that Sang Liang's double standards were probably a typical example of being arrogant and arrogant, dealing with so many people and dealing with all kinds of complicated things.

He has become accustomed to it. He must stand on a moral high ground and suppress his opponent's momentum in all aspects. Once the momentum is suppressed, there is nothing to say.

"You're petty."

"You don't see the big picture."

"You are callous."

Could it be that Sang Liang didn't know what was going on? Of course he knew that this was just a means.

Ning Shu felt that he was quite stupid. He insisted on arguing with him. What was the use of arguing? There were countless hats waiting to be slapped on his head.

There is no distinction between good and bad means.

No matter what world these missionaries come from, certain morals are instilled in them from childhood.

Family, country, etiquette, world...

How can there be a family without a country, courtesy, justice, integrity, kindness and filial piety, and knowing how to repay kindness...

Standing on a moral high ground, one can suppress almost all missionaries.

He was so bad and tired. He might have died suddenly long ago.

Sang Liang's heart was already a swamp, bubbling and bubbling to show his existence and aliveness, but the bubbles that came out carried a stench.

A swamp created by despair and exhaustion.

Especially now, Sang Liang is particularly desperate. There used to be a spirit that supported him, but now this spirit is collapsing.

Sang Liang still smiled lightly, and in a daze, he seemed to be able to see his face twisting and dissipating in the hazy smoke, and shouting silently again.

Ning Shu thought for a while and said: "This organization has been disbanded, then

This means that you are no longer of use to Uncle Tai, and your fate is almost the same as that of these souls. "

Sang Liang curled his lips, "The destruction of an organization must involve death, and some things should die along with it."

Ning Shu was really curious as to what the uncle had given to Sang Liang and what he had done for Sang Liang to make him so devoted.

Even if he was given up, there was no resentment or unwillingness.

How on earth did Uncle Tai get brainwashed? It's terrible.

It is said that Sang Liang has no mind of his own, but he knows everything and understands everything. He has a brain, a strategy, and a bad heart, but how can he do it without resentment or complaint.

Even love can lead to hatred because of love?

Uncle Tai was very lucky to be treated like this by Sang Liang, even though Uncle Tai didn't care much about this luck.

Love is no longer enough to explain this emotion.

Ning Shu's mind went through Sang Liang's appearance like a slide show. He had silver hair and a book in his hand. He looked like a medieval nobleman, doing things in an orderly manner, taking his time and knowing what he was doing.

Looking at him now, he is tied up with vines and is a little embarrassed, but he is still calm and elegant. He walks in a leisurely manner. The wind, wind, fire and fire have never had anything to do with him.

Ning Shu: "Do you think my uncle will come to save you?"

Sang Liang: "It doesn't matter whether you come or not."

Ning Shu frowned and jumped back a step, "You, you want to die in my hands?"

She looked at Sang Liang with a puzzled look.

Sang Liang said leisurely: "Why do I want to die in your hands? Are you worthy of killing me?"

Ning Shu: "I'm worthy."

Sang Liang glanced at Ning Shu and gave her a look.

Ning Shu was now a little unsure of what Sang Liang's purpose was.

She wants to use Sang Liang to attract her uncle, but what does Sang Liang want to do?

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