Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Why do this.

Sang Liang asked: “Is it because of Zhengqing? Because Zhengqing has gone, you blame me?”

Except for this reason, Sang Liang couldn’t think of what it was.

No one knows, so the spirit, Zhengqing, who is tossing every day, suddenly has a will to die, and then he destroys himself without the slightest hesitation?

My uncle said peacefully: “It has nothing to do with you. This is between me and him. He will have this result sooner or later.”

From a certain decision After that, this is the result, which will come sooner or later.

Sang Liang breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked: “Then why are you letting me go again?”

Uncle: “Not only you, but everyone wants Go.”

Sang Liang: “Why do you have to go, just leave you here alone, I can always be with you.”

The uncle waved his hand, Of course he said: “No, I fell asleep, and it doesn’t make any sense for you to guard.”

“I can guard you, even if you fall asleep.” What about going outside, it’s better to guard one The sleeping person.

My uncle was not talking anymore, went back to his cave, lay on the stone bed and then went to sleep, leaving Sang Liang with his fickle face.

He won’t leave. Even if all the people in this organization have gone, he still wants to stay, even if he and his uncle are decayed in this sea of ​​laws.

How so angry, in the end, the uncle let go of these souls, let go of the people in the organization.

But everyone said he was ruthless and cruel.

Sang Liang pressed his lips tightly, there was fire in his eyes jumping, he looked back at the cave where Zhengqing had disappeared, and walked into the cave.

The steaming heat assaults the senses, but Sangliang can’t feel the heat, and there is only inescapable cold in his body, which is cold to the bottom of my heart.

The heart freezes into a mass of ice, without any warmth, it is dark and cold, with no direction to see.

Don’t blame him. If you say you don’t blame him, I should blame him in my heart.

If he knew this, how would he not let Zhengqing die.

Zhengqing died, death ends all one’s troubles, and his situation became extremely awkward and uncomfortable.

He, he really doesn’t want to go back to the old days, he hates his body, why, why is he born such a weird race.

With a sense of evil in it, playing with his fate, he is being played with.

He hates his body, but he is alive.

When two charming people appeared in front of him, the spoiled teenager commented on him, “Hey, the void gave birth to such a race. Since it is a food-like existence, why give it to consciousness? Give it to wisdom.”

Yes, he also wants to ask, why give consciousness and wisdom.

As a simple, unconscious food, it will die when it dies, it will rot when it rots, and it will be eaten when it is eaten, without feeling.

But destiny likes to play with people, watching people rush, watching people struggle, maybe like this kind of struggle.

There was an expression of disgust on the boy’s face, “Hey, I don’t know how to eat something like this, he must have a strange taste.”

Discuss him in person. Taste, this is the evil taste of fate, his heart is numb, if he is eaten, it will end this fate.

Fate is really disgusting and tormenting.

His existence is meaningless, giving him wisdom and consciousness just to increase pain.

The army should be meaningful. Let the creatures eat it, then turn it into nutrition, and become one with other creatures, without consciousness, without suffering.

This is the meaning of his existence, but, why give him meaning.

The spoiled young man said: “Brother, you want to eat, you want to eat, I will grab it, this thing is a bit disgusting, you can eat it alone.”

Look at the indifferent man. He glanced at him, and he fell to the ground embarrassedly. At that time, he couldn’t even kneel down and beg for mercy, shiver coldly, humble and helpless.

The spoiled young man showed disgust and ridicule: “Hey, your taste is too strong, do you like the feeling of struggling in your mouth, and then take a bite, the stump is still moving? “

“Bite a bite, but what is his body?”

The indifferent man threw an eye knife: “Go grab it.”

“Good.” The spoiled young man jumped and jumped in front of him, with his majestic strength, suppressing him to be impossible to move.

Under such power, he couldn’t even do a single move.

His existence is a joke, weak, but spiritual wisdom, full of fear, fear of being eaten.

The young man extends the hand, grabbing his neck, holding his neck, and directly rounding it, as if playing with a toy, smiling.

Powerhouse’s carelessness can determine a person’s fate by raising his hand.

He came to a brand new place, worried all day that he would be eaten, and fear every day.

Such fear lasted for a long time. One day, the indifferent man came to him.

He thought, finally remembered to eat him?

His destiny is to perceive himself being eaten, fear, and struggle in a clear consciousness.

“Give this thing to you, take care of some people for me.” The indifferent man threw a book to him and left.

He stared blankly at the book in front of him, kraft paper, simple atmosphere, without a word on it, he couldn’t respond, why not eat him?

Pity?

If it is really pity, then it is best, because he wants to live, but he doesn’t know what to live for.

He lifts the head, watching the man going away, his clothes fluttering, walking against the light, and finally disappeared.

He trembling hands, picked up the book, of course, with his weak ability, he couldn’t even turn a page.

The indifferent man said that managing a few people is not a vain creature, but a soul. These souls are not at all bodies and are very weak.

Even with his strength, he can deal with these souls.

A humble and weak, almost spent in chasing, how can there be any confidence to manage these people, for fear that they are very weak.

These souls are weak, but they are very treacherous. Unsatisfied is their nature. Perhaps it is because he is so talkative and at a loss what to do, and he is messed up.

Always want to profit from it, bully and tempt, just want to make more profit.

He can’t deal with these old and cunning souls at all, and is often forced to do not know what to do, and give up all the benefits he deserves.

In order not to disappoint the cold man, he demolished the only resources to make up the east wall, but these souls are still greedy, each holding his collar.

Thinking that I am powerful, threatening a manager, and seeing a manager showing a flushed with shame expression, each showing a proud expression, consciously invincible in the whole world.

He was forced into the corner, his inner weakness almost made him cry.