Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

An He could only keep in touch with Mo Ming, but he didn’t get any reply from Mo Ming.

An He said to his opponent: “Go and bring Mo Ming’s nameplate over and let me have a look.”

If something really happens, the soul on the nameplate should dissipate. Up.

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

What made him unable to reply?

An He put down the nameplate and stopped paying attention to Mo Ming. With a word of Sang Liang, he was tired and broke his leg.

Now An He doesn’t want to mess with Mo Ming. After that incident, the uncle has never appeared, and he doesn’t care about the uncle. It’s dead or alive.

Sang Liang is also the same as before. What should I do? But An He didn’t want to provoke Sang Liang and was criticized once for reasons.

I always feel that Sang Liangxian is suffocating in the heart.

For the leaders of the organization, it is not uncommon to do a little bit of Soul Strength, and they do not lack Soul Strength.

They are unwilling to work, and would rather spend a little merit to avoid this kind of labor, this tired feeling, they have not felt it for a long time.

But the merits are unavoidable to do such coolies, and I seriously suspect that Sang Liang just wants to torture them.

The law of the sea is already like this, is it useful to fix this?

But no one dared to raise objections or even stop the project. They just worked and were not qualified to speak.

Even if they are called big bosses now, they are stronger than ordinary taskers.

No matter how strong the ant is, it is still the ant. There is no other way but to be obedient.

Even people who are clamoring to rebel organizations, now they can only work obediently, and lip service is useless, so tired, I don’t even want to say a word, let alone speak. It took.

The rebel organization is probably the only woman so far. How did she leave this organization?

Why did the uncle let her go?

To tell the truth, the organization would rather see this rebel’s head in a different place than this kind of carefree, because they yearned and hopeless, but some people succeeded.

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

The most tormenting thing is not suffering, but hope, but this hope is too slim to torture people.

Now they really hope, hope…

Law Sea will perish quickly, quickly…

My uncle will die with Law Sea In the future, whether they live or die is their life.

My heart is restless, my heart roar, as if there is a wild beast, fierce, roar, despair and hope intertwined, even with a trace of hatred.

The hatred of the person who rebelled out of the organization, and the hatred of the organization.

The firmness of their hearts is destroyed, and the rest is blank and anxious.

How tortured and hopeless this is.

The dead end is close, and the future cannot be expected!

Sang Liang stood on a high place, looking at these busy taskers indifferently, with a thousand years of indifference and ruthlessness between his brows.

He turned around and left. They wanted to leave so much. If they want to be free, then be free.

If they die in the organization, they seem so cold and ruthless.

Without the organization they curse, the organization they hate, where can they get better, whether the future is bright, or usher in more pain.

These souls, which were supposed to be trivial ant throughout their lives, quickly dissipated, and finally the souls were consumed in reincarnation.

With different encounters, but hating the people who give the chance, is there anything like eating for nothing in the world.

One, two and three are the same.

Sang Liang smiled at the corners of his mouth. At this moment, he really hopes that these people will live for a long time, and it is best not to die, suffering from homelessness and suffering from weakness. To taste the despair of things have reached a dead end.

What is the meaning of burial, it is directly obliterated, it is a momentary thing, only let these souls feel it well.

How could he kill all these souls? That ruthless name is to sit down.

One by one, stepping on the organization as a pedal, gaining the benefits, in turn blame them for their ruthlessness.

It is these souls who are truly ruthless and greedy.

Let them act wilfully, even without taking action to suppress, let them do whatever they want, not being ruthless?

hehe……

And these homeless souls, will that woman take them in again?

In a soul that can’t survive in the void, that woman can turn a blind eye and won’t take it in. Tsk, how cold and ruthless? !

Can be taken in, such a huge organization, such a complex and changeable heart, what should she do?

It’s gentle and caring. Didn’t she always say that they are indifferent and cruel?

hehe, the guy whose ass decides his head, if she stands in the same position, she will only be more brutal, because only absolute blood can be suppressed.

Kindness and gentleness are always indulgent.

She became the person she hated, contemptuous, and condemned by standing on a high moral level. What an ironic thing that should be.

Ning Shu, these souls will give you gifts.

Don’t accept it, how ruthless, accept it, it depends on how you treat these souls.

The guy clamoring for freedom.

Sang Liang’s face showed disgust.

An He caught up with Sang Liang, and when he saw Sang Liang’s indifferent expression, a face that looked like a solidified ice, his heart trembled with cold.

Sang Liang looked at An He. An and this bloody man couldn’t bear such expressions all.

Although Sangliang was a little colder before, he was not as indifferent as he is now. The indifferent and unfamiliar eyes are like looking at ants on the side of the road.

An He’s heart is hanging in midair, he may already be certain that they have come to the end.

To survive or die, I’m afraid it’s a matter of one sentence.

Sang Liang: “What’s the matter?”

An He: “There are many planes in the direction of the patrol team are collapsing, do you need to deal with it now?”

Many people have been transferred to this side, and there are no people there. The plane collapses just like setting off firecrackers.

Sang Liang just said: “Don’t worry about it.”

An expression of surprise appeared on An He’s face, “Don’t worry about it, are you okay?”

Sang Liang: “What can happen, the plane is old, and there is no lasting, death is a very important thing, birth, aging, sickness and death such is human nature.”

be that as it may, but An He’s heart is cold, and it seems that the organization has given up these planes.

The situation of the Sea of ​​Laws is not good. It is a good choice to give up these planes, but…

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

They will be abandoned just like these planes.

Where to go?

This is a dead end.

Sang Liang looked at An He, he seemed to have begun to taste the pain.