MTL - Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Alas ,!

Wu Sangliang looked at the evaporated black mist, and it became thinner and thinner. It seemed to be melted by the heat of the magma.

The purple thunderbolt brewed by the cricket was made worse, and in a blink of an eye, the smoke was gone for more than half.

I do n’t want to run away or avoid the thunder and lightning attack. Do I not want to resist, or have no strength to resist?

"Why did you suddenly compromise, and you haven't seen your uncle, why do you want to die?" Sang Liang said.

I was still desperately struggling to make endless strength, but this will be as dead as a heart, what conspiracy, bitterness.

Wu Zhengqing's voice became extremely calm. "Whatever you see or not, this is already the case. This picture of me makes you a lot of jokes about this dirty and mean thing."

He is just unwilling to meet his uncle and feel uncomfortable. He has to ask why. This has already been done, and the uncle has done it, and he should bear it.

Wu Ming was just setting things up, asking why and insisting on it, presumably to find a reason for such a lowly life, a reason for stealing life.

Uncle Yun, uncle, he is so abominable, trampled all his dignity and pride.

I let him live like this, trample him and destroy him.

To this day, the uncle didn't even bother to show up. He proudly thought that the uncle was different from him.

This look is really not proud, how can he live so much, the prisoner without a body, living so humblely.

I am not proud at all. Life without pride is so boring and meaningless.

I never see you, uncle!

There is nothing unwilling or unwilling in his heart. Some things are irrelevant. Obvious things, he turned a blind eye.

Wu Sangliang frowned and said, "A person so proud of you is going to commit suicide?"

"Are you worth talking to me?" Zheng Qing snorted, her voice was indulgent and insulting, and her contempt was strong, as if Sang Liang was such a dirty thing.

Suddenly, Sang Liang seemed to see the young man again, with bright pride between her eyebrows, the breeze blowing her high combed hair, and her long sword.

Hyun laughed wildly, and was so bright that he felt shameless. Compared to his uncle's brutality, his flirtatiousness and contempt were more like a sharp sword penetrating people's hearts.

He has the capital to do whatever he wants, to do anything, to say anything. He is born high above him, and nothing in the heavens and the earth seems to care about him.

Even if it is the sea of ​​laws, this spoiled child enjoys the unique capital and strength.

His existence, as if satirizing everyone, despising everyone.

His pride is born, never destroyed, how spoiled and treacherous.

Uncle Xun pampered his pride and treacherousness, which in turn destroyed his pride.

That pride is really confusing, so familiar!

Wu Sangliang said to his subordinates, "Changing places, don't let him die."

Uncle Xun kept him alive, so he couldn't die.

The smoke actively struck the thunderbolt, and Sang Liang immediately closed the formation, but even so, there were also strong thunderbolts that split on the black mist and defeated the black mist.

The black mist has become thinner.

Bian Sangliang's eyebrows throbbed. "Hurry up."

"No need." A cold voice sounded from behind, Sang Liang turned to look at Uncle, "Are you awake?"

"You all go out, I talk to him." The uncle went into the cave, and the hot magma distorted the human body and became turbulent.

The scene was very quiet, only the magma gurgles bubbling, releasing a strong smell.

Suddenly the black mist turned his head, as if a pampered boy turned around and looked up with his chin raised.

Wu Sangliang took some people out of the cave and closed the door.

Tong Sangliang stood at the door with a book in her eyes, her eyes dropped slightly, and she was lost in thought, waiting for her uncle to come out.

"I thought you would never come out, 啧," said the boy indulgently.

Uncle Wu looked at the floating black mist, "What do you want to say?"

"I didn't want to say anything. I always wanted to see you, but when I really saw you, I realized that there was nothing to say, or even to say, it was really sad."

Uncle Xun looked at the black mist silently. At this time, the black mist was just a cloud of smoke, with the smoke of consciousness, even the shape of a person could not be seen, floating, no belonging, no purpose.

The black mist floated close to the uncle and floated around the uncle, revealing a crisp giggling laughter.

The juvenile laughed wildly, but it was not annoying and full of spirits. "Uncle, you are so miserable. Before the consciousness dissipates, I can see you so embarrassed and so unproud"

This body is full of black lines, full of decaying taste, so embarrassing!

"You seem to like to move yourself as a hobby and think how great things you are bearing, hahaha ..."

Uncle Wu still didn't say a word, just looked at the trembling black mist, his eyes were flat, there was no sadness, no disgust and hatred, only calmness.

I looked at the black mist like this, and the black mist suddenly floated. "Uncle, what I hate most is how you look like this, hate, hate, very hate."

如果 "If there is another life, maybe there will be a future, I will never have anything to do with you, because I hate you, you think you have taken everything and seem to take everything."

"That great look is simply disgusting. I knew I wouldn't call you, I really regret it." At this time, Zheng Qing was as pampered as ever, saying whatever he wanted to say, and he didn't care about the mood of others.

Uncle Wu: "I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore, it's great that you died, at least not in my hands, you should end early."

Wu Zhengqing: "Uncle, I care about your ancestors."

In this roar, the smoke gradually disappeared, making the entire cave brighter. What has remained the same is the bubbling sound of magma grunting.

The young boy who is windy and indulgent and happy disappears and disappears. The heat wave transpired and completely wiped out the look of the young boy.

Uncle Yun turned and left the cave without a trace, opened the door, and Sang Liang guarding the door asked, "He ..."

Uncle Xun went away without saying a word, "He's dead."

Wu Sangliang's face showed a stunned expression. He hurriedly caught up with his uncle, slowed down when approaching the uncle, and asked, "Why not stop?"

"Why stop, he was dead a long time ago," said the uncle indifferently.

Uncle Xun stopped suddenly, and Sang Liang also stopped. Uncle looked at Sang Liang: "You leave too."

"Leave?" Sang Liang's face was puzzled, but there was a deep thriller and confusion between the eyebrows.

Uncle Wu: "After the building is completed, you can leave."