MTL - Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

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About this is destiny, the established destiny.

One day tools are useful, and one day they are abandoned. They are tools.

If they have no thoughts, no emotions, they are just a pure tool.

Wrong is wrong because they have feelings and cannot be purely an instrumental person.

Wu Sangliang opened the door, walked into the cave, and looked at him lying on the stone bed. He sat silently, opened the book, and slowly turned page by page.

Not far from next door, there was the sound of 哐 Dang 哐 dang hitting the wall. The dark shadow was noisy by the side. It was uncomfortable not to make noise once a day.

Wu Sangliang closed the book, stood up and closed the door, and the noise of the noise was finally a little smaller.

Wu Sangliang sat down again, flipping through the book, waiting for the person on the stone bed to wake up.

He really is more and more sleepy, wishing to be one with the bed.

The black windbreaker was pressed on the body, and the clothes that had not been wrinkled appeared one after another. The white shirt also had a subtle color, and it was not clear what color it was.

I just felt that this shirt was not so white and bright, and was covered with a layer of gray, which made the color unsightly.

Wu Sangliang frowned, stretched out his hand and slowly supported the folds on the windbreaker. The uncle seated behind him did not move, and his body did not move.

She Sangliang stood by for a long time, finally stood up and left, closed the door to the cave next door, and the smoke was raging, and she was full of energy to toss.

Some people are motionless, others are desperately tossing.

The smoke condensed into a human form, forming vague and ugly features. He opened his mouth and shouted to Sang Liang: "Tell me, tell me soon, uncle is about to die, and I am going to die. I can feel his weakness. "

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

Wu Sangliang pressed the button, and the formation method gathered a large number of purple thunderbolts. He cracked his head and cracked his face toward the black mist.

When the black mist sent pain, in the end, there was no way to maintain the human form, and it turned into a mass of black mist.

This is much more pleasing to the eye, Sang Liang did not come to chat with the smoke, but to change him to a place, he was noisy and frustrated, affecting the rest of the people around.

即便 Even if the black mist can't maintain the human shape, it still travels in the air, rampaging, "You, is he going to die, is he going to die."

Sang Liang bounced twice. He raised his hand and put his finger on the jerking brows. He froze calmly: "No, you will not die if you die. One thing is very certain. You will surely die, and you will die in front of him. "

Heiwu laughed happily. "You didn't deny it. It seems that my uncle is really about to die. I am not afraid of death at all now. What I expect is to die with my uncle."

"I just want to see him toss, toss to the last nothing, nothing, how ironic it is in the end."

Wu Sangliang rubbed her brow fiercely, too noisy, and the words were too irritating, which made people very disliked.

Since people don't like it, and others don't want to listen, it should be punished.

Heiwu was taken to another cave. This cave has a strong sulfuric acid taste. This is the smell of magma.

Such things as smoke are afraid of heat and wind, and there is lightning that can weaken the power.

Wu Zhengqing has no power now, and it is very in front of him to be able to restore his consciousness. This smoke floated in front of his uncle. He flicked his fingers to make him disappear.

I kept what he was doing, and mercifully kept him alive. He didn't need such alms at all, and killed him. He had the ability to kill her.

Wu Sangliang: "You will stay here in the future, whatever you want to do."

Wu Zhengqing: ...

Scribbled!

桑 This Sang Liang is insidious and cunning!

The scorching hot air deformed the smoke, and a thunderbolt of great power was still brewing in the formation, cracking on the smoke.

Wu Zhengqing groaned in pain and forbearance. The smoke even had no power to escape. He gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "I want to see my uncle, I want to see my uncle."

I wanted to know what my uncle was thinking, and locked him here so that people are not like ghosts and ghosts, so tortured repeatedly, not to die or to live, why?

If you hate him like this, you kill him, a hundred, not like this.

I tortured Chou Kou, and my uncle had just that.

Wu Sangliang: "Uncle will not see you, you will not be punished if you are not upset."

"Hehe, hehehe ..." Zheng Qing's voice was very sarcastic, "Not arrogant, obedient, you kill me, I will not be arrogant, I am alive, I am arrogant, you, oh, what is your name The name comes. "

桑 Sang Liang was not surprised that Zheng Qing couldn't remember his name. When he first met, Zheng Qing was with his uncle. He was a spirited young man who smiled and showed his teeth, so proud.

Wanton behavior, not everyone, the world, the void in the eyes, long hair stood up, like the ancient aristocratic teenager, fresh clothes and angry horses, passing by the horse, the people are all panicked, watching him absolutely go with.

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

Wu Zhengqing's appearance of howling now is as expected by Sang Liang, because one extreme will go to the other extreme.

Sang Liang: "My name is Sang Liang."

Wu Zhengqing: "Who cares who you are, I want to see my uncle. I want to see my uncle."

Wu Sangliang: "He won't see you."

Tong Zhengqing sneered: "Why, why not come, did he come to see me with no strength, and is his condition so bad?"

"It looks like he is going to die in front of me, haha ​​..."

Wu Sangliang looked at Zhengqing indifferently, just like watching a child who made troubles unreasonably, and let him watch indifferently, no matter how he fabricated or tossed.

Wu Zhengqing gradually calmed down all his anger and discomfort, as proud as he first saw him, "Who, I want to see my uncle, and the last time I see my uncle."

Wu Sangliang: "Uncle will not see you."

Wu Zhengqing was silent for a moment, "Oh, isn't it? I won't see him then"

Wu Sangliang twisted her eyebrows, and saw that Zhengqing's dark mist was gradually dissipating, and it seemed to blend into the hot, bubbling smell.

The black mist is gradually dissipating, leaving purple lightning to slash on the body.

The thick black mist was slowly dispersing.

What is he doing?

Wu Sangliang took a step forward and stopped, and the scorching atmosphere around the person's figure evaporated and distorted.

(End of this chapter)

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