Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

About this is destiny, the established destiny.

A day when tools are useful, and a day when they are abandoned, they are tools.

It would be great if they had no thoughts, no emotions, just a simple tool person.

The wrong thing is that they have feelings, and they can’t just be a tool person.

Sang Liang opened the door, walked into the cave, and looked at the man lying on the stone bed. He sat beside him silently, opened the book, slowly turning pages one by one.

Not far from the next door, there is the sound of clang dong clang dong hitting the wall, and the black shadow is making noise next to him. If you don’t make a noise once a day, it will make you feel uncomfortable.

Sang Liang closed the book, stood up and closed the door, the noise was finally reduced.

Sang Liang sat down again, flipped through the book, and waited for the person on the stone bed to wake up.

He is really getting more and more sleepy, and he can’t wait to become one with the bed.

The black windbreaker was pressed against the body. The clothes without any wrinkles appeared horizontally and horizontally. There were also subtle colors on the snow-white shirts. It was not clear what color it was.

I just feel that this shirt is not so white and dazzling. It is covered with a layer of gray, making the color unsightly.

Sang Liang frowned, extend the hand slowly supporting the folds on the windbreaker, his uncle sitting with his back to him not at all moved quietly, and his body did not move.

Sang Liang stayed beside him for a long time, finally stood up and left, closed the door and went to the cave next door, where the smoke was rampant and his energy was so vigorous that he kept tossing.

Some people are motionless, and some are desperately tossing.

The smoke condensed into a human form, forming a vague and ugly facial features. He opened his mouth and shouted to Sang Liang: “Tell me, tell me quickly, if the uncle is dying, dying, I I can feel his weakness.”

He asked almost in an urgent, expectant tone, as if he was expecting something good.

Sang Liang pressed the button, Formation gathered a lot of purple thunder and lightning, and the crackle smashed towards the black mist.

When the black mist gave out pain, in the end there was no way to keep the human form, and it turned into a cloud of black mist.

This is so pleasing to the eye. Sang Liang didn’t come to chat with Smoke, but changed him to another place. He became noisy and tossed, which affected the people next to him to rest.

Even if the black mist can’t keep his human form, he still shuttles in midair, running rampantly, “You say, is he going to die, is he going to die.”

Sang Liang brows After two times, he raised his hand, extended the hand and pressed his fingers on the twitching brows. After pressing twice, he calmly said: “No, if you die, he will not die you. One thing is very certain, you will definitely He died, and he died in front of him.”

Heiwu laughed happily, “You didn’t deny it, it seems that the uncle is really going to die. I am simply not afraid of death now, what I expected I died with my uncle.”

“I just want to see him tossing, tossing to the end, nothing, fruitless, in the end, nothing, how ironic.”

Sang Liang fiercely rubbed his brows, it was too noisy, and the words were too annoying, which made people very disliked.

Since people don’t like them and say things that others don’t want to hear, they should be punished.

The black mist was taken to another within cave. This cave has a strong sulfuric acid smell. This is the smell of lava, burning aura assaults the senses.

Smoke this thing, afraid of heat and wind, and lightning that can weaken power.

Zhengqing has no power now, and he is already in front of him to regain consciousness. This bit of smoke floats in front of the uncle, and he can make him disappeared with a flick of his finger.

Keep him for what, let him live compassionately, he doesn’t need such charity at all, kill him, if you have the ability, you will kill her.

Sang Liang: “You will stay here in the future, whatever you want.”

Zhengqing:…

Grass!

This Sang Liang is sinister and cunning!

Burning aura deformed the smoke, and a huge might of thunder and lightning was still brewing in the Formation, oh la la struck on the smoke.

Zhengqing groaned in pain, and the smoke was already unable to escape and collide. He gnashing teeth and said hatefully: “I want to see the uncle, I want to see the uncle.”

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I want to know what the uncle is thinking, and shut him up here, so that people are not like humans and ghosts, and they are repeatedly tortured without death or life. Why?

If you hate him like this, kill him, death ends all one’s troubles, not like this.

To torment the enemy, the uncle is just so generous.

Sang Liang: “My uncle won’t see you. If you don’t make trouble, you won’t be punished.”

“hehe, he he he…” Zhengqing’s The voice is very ironic, “Don’t make noise, behave, you kill me, I won’t make noise anymore, I live, I will make noise, you, oh, what is your name.”

Sang Liang didn’t have any surprises that Zhengqing couldn’t remember her name. When we first met, Zhengqing was with her uncle, who was a high-spirited and vigorous teenager, who showed tiger tooth with a smile. So proud.

Whoever acts recklessly, does not put everyone, the world, and the void in his eyes, with his long hair standing up, like an ancient noble boy, fresh clothes and angry horses, wherever the horses pass, the people all lose one’s head out of fear, watch him go away.

No one is truly free. Some people’s freedom and wanton are overdrawn, and everything comes at a price.

Zhengqing’s current embarrassment is in Sang Liang’s expectation, because one extreme will go to the other extreme.

Sang Liang: “My name is Sang Liang.”

Zhengqing: “Who cares who you are, I want to see the uncle, I want to see the uncle.”

Sang Liang: “He won’t see you.”

Zhengqing jié jié sneered: “Why, why not come? Does he have the strength to come to see me? His Is the situation so bad?”

“It seems that he is going to die in front of me, haha……”

Sang Liang looked at Zhengqing indifferently, It’s like looking at an unreasonable child, letting him contemplate and toss, and watch him coldly.

Zhengqing gradually suppressed all the anger and embarrassment, as proud as when he first met him, “Who, I want to see the uncle, the last time I see the uncle.”

Sang Liang: “My uncle won’t see you.”

Zhengqing was silent for a while, “Oh, really, then I won’t see him either.”

Sang Liang twisted When I twisted my brows, I saw Zhengqing’s black mist was gradually dissipating, as if to fuse together with the hot bubbling and unpleasant smell.

The black fog is gradually dissipating, letting purple thunder and lightning strike him.

The thick black mist is slowly dissipating.

What is he doing?

Sang Liang took a step forward and stopped again. The scorching atmosphere around him evaporated the silhouette of people and twisted them.