Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

What to do, he doesn’t know what to do?

The past life experience makes him unable to deal with this kind of thing, because he has only time to survive, he is fleeing, avoiding beings, and avoiding becoming something in his womb.

Those savage souls have the meaning of turning over and be the masters, and they only command him in turn. They require all Soul Strength to perform tasks. There is too little merit and too little experience.

Up to now, Sang Liang’s heart is deeply anxious about their cheeks, hideousness, ridicule, and the triumph and joy of playing with the system and applauding.

He didn’t know what he was thinking about at the time, even at that time, he would not go to his uncle.

Maybe I want to make myself more useful, to be able to handle these things, and if there is a little useful, avoid becoming something in the belly.

In the end, things were messed up by him. Almost all taskers protested, demanding unsatisfied, and even stopped the task.

My uncle finally noticed it, he came, not at all, give him time to defend and speak, and listen to the tasker’s words, took out the qiang, and shot and killed the most vicious Taskers.

These taskers are the strongest, leading all taskers. At that time, the faction had already seen the pattern.

The whole audience was silent, and everyone’s expressions were frozen. Looking at the cruel uncle, the taskers spoiled by him were suddenly angry and attacked one by one.

Thinking that the uncle is as weak as him, if he is forced, he will compromise if he makes trouble.

In front of the uncle, they couldn’t even compare to a fragile piece of paper. They were extremely fragile, scattered ashes and dispersed smoke instantly, and even the corners of the uncle’s clothes didn’t touch.

Disappeared, disappeared forever.

The souls who began to stir finally calmed down. They looked at Uncle Tai in horror, and their eyes were full of fear.

The bloody and cold suppression made these souls who begin to stir finally realize their status and role.

Began to become more careful. There are blood stains under the iron orders, the death of one soul after another.

The uncle said to him: “If you have any questions, give feedback in time.” The voice was cold and ruthless, and did not kill him.

Zhengqing grinned and gnawed the fruit, and looked at him disgustingly, “Why are you so weak, you are also a void creature, you are actually bullied by a soul that can be blown away in one breath, shame, really Shame.”

He lowered his head because he had nothing to say.

Zhengqing threw away the core, patted her hand, “It’s boring, what do you do with such an organization, the void is so big, I won’t stay here forever.”

He is willing to stay here, the void is so big, but there is no place for him.

The uncle kept him, even if it was for him to work, even if he might be eaten in the end.

Zhengqing is gone, the young man who is like the wind is always wanton. Nothing can hold the wind of freedom.

With the suppression of the uncle, these souls have finally converged a little, but they are still the same, their nature is unsatisfied.

Sang Liang and weakness will become reasons for others to oppress him.

He must refuse to yield an inch, and he can’t make a single step, otherwise it will only make them more arrogant, fighting against these souls, he grows quickly and understands human nature.

The organization is getting bigger and bigger, and it has become an amazing existence, with many people and many voices, and the bloody suppression never ceases.

As long as Taishu stands on the top of the mountain, no one dares to create a glorious era.

Never thought that a glorious era would end one day.

Even if the curtain is over, the uncle is still standing.

The breath of Zhengqing has long disappeared in the air. Such a proud person finally died in such a cramped place.

Sang Liang extends the hand, the steam is so hot that his vision is blurred and his hands are already distorted.

He snorted, so he has always hated Zhengqing, the one who accepts the most powerful force, but does not make a little effort or responsibility.

In turn, laughed hard at being serious.

Why did Fazhihai give birth to two people? If there were only one and one less absorbed, Fazhihai’s current situation would be much better.

The wanton boy used his strength, never restrained, and always obeyed his own will.

His wanton and pampering are based on others.

What qualifications does he have to resent, what qualifications to hate, he should have died long ago.

A person who has no heart and no ability enjoys the best power. Why?

About this is the despicability of being a weak person, I can’t like such a person.

His wanton is too dazzling, and his wanton hurts the people he cares about.

“Heh, Zhengqing…” He turned and left the cave. Since then, he has died.

He was very strong, very wanton, and died in front of him.

Death was embarrassing.

Sang Liang knocked on his uncle’s door, “Can I come in?”

“Sleep, don’t come in.”

Sang Liang:” I will bring you something.”

“I’m asleep.”

Sang Liang: “I’ll come in for a while, and I won’t disturb you if I give you something.”

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“Come in.”

Sang Liang opened the door, and his uncle was sitting on the stone bed, wearing a white shirt, windbreaker on the side, one arm on the bent knee, Seeing what Sang Liang brought in, he wrinkled his brows.

Sang Liang put things down, “I made some food for you, and some food will make you feel better.”

Uncle: “You think I will be because of him I’m dead and sad.”

Sang Liang didn’t speak, and he didn’t care about his uncle’s sadness.

All he cares about is the body of his uncle, Zhengqing, hey, let him die.

He took the chopsticks and put the snack in a small dish, and handed it to his uncle.

The uncle took it with a sigh, picked up the snack and delivered it to his mouth. At the entrance, he held it up to the tip of his nose and smelled it, “You didn’t add anything.”

Sang Liang poured a cup of tea for his uncle, “No, I know you can smell it, so what will not add.”

“Really?” Uncle ate the cakes and drank tea. He waved his hand to let Sang Liang go, lying on the bed with his back facing Sang Liang, his shirt outlined a thin waist, he was so strong, but also so weak.

Sang Liang took the teacup and the plate out of the room. There was nothing added to the pastry on the plate, but something was added to the tea.

He wants him to live, live well, live at the top, stand forever, with joys and sorrows, even if he wants his life.

If the uncle chooses to fall into a deep sleep, he will always stay next to him and watch him sleep…

Sleep?

The death of the void creatures means complete destruction, sleeping…

Sang Liang’s silver hair is covered with white hair, but in the silver hair, the white hair is not conspicuous.

Ah, that’s great, he has finished eating.

Sure enough, I’m still sad, and it will be fine after a while, Zhengqing should have been a damned person.

I have lived till now.