MTL - Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Why is it like this.

Wu Sangliang asked: "Is it because of Zheng Qing, because Zheng Qing has gone, do you blame me?"

Except for this reason, Sang Liang could not think of it.

No one knows, then the spirit, Zheng Qing who tossed every day suddenly gave birth to death, and then self-destruct without hesitation?

Uncle Yun Yunqing said lightly, "It has nothing to do with you. This is something between me and him, and he will have this result sooner or later."

After a certain decision is made, this is the result, and this result will come sooner or later.

Sang Liangliang breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Why do you let me go again?"

Uncle Wu: "It's not just you, everyone is leaving."

Wu Sangliang: "Why do you have to leave, and leave you here alone? I can always stay with you."

Uncle Wu waved his hand and said, of course: "No, I'm in deep sleep, and it doesn't make any sense for you to stay."

"I can guard you, even if you are asleep." Whatever it is to go outside, it is better to guard a sleeping person.

Uncle Wu was not talking, returned to his cave, lay on the stone bed and slept, leaving Sang Liang with a volatile face.

He will not leave, even if the people of this organization have already left, he will stay, even if he is decaying in the sea of ​​laws with his uncle.

How annoying I am, in the end, my uncle let go of these souls and let go of the people in the organization.

But everyone said he was ruthless and cruel.

Bian Sangliang squeezed her lips tightly, and there was a flicker of light in his eyes. He glanced back at the cave where Zheng Qing disappeared and walked into the cave.

The steaming hot air rushed to the face, but Sang Liang could not feel the heat, and there was only the lingering cold in his body, which was cold to the bottom of his heart.

The heart froze into a mass of ice, without any heat, dark and cold, and could not see the direction.

I don't blame him, I don't blame him, he should blame him.

If he knew this, he would never let Zheng Qing die.

Xi Zhengqing died a hundred times, and his situation became extremely awkward and uncomfortable.

Hit him, he really doesn't want to go back to the past, he hates his body, why, and why a strange race like him was born.

I have a bad taste in it, playing with his destiny, he is just playing with it.

He hates his body, but is alive.

When the bright two people appeared in front of him, the spoiled boy commented on him, "Well, the race was born in the void. Since it is a food-like existence, why give consciousness and wisdom?"

Yeah, he also wanted to ask why give consciousness and wisdom.

As a simple, unconscious food, he died when he died, and decayed when he was rotten, and was eaten without any feeling.

命运 But fate likes to play with people, watching people rush, watching people struggling, maybe like this struggle.

Juvenile's face had a disgusting expression on his face, "Well, I wouldn't eat such a thing, his taste must be very strange."

讨论 Discuss his taste in person. This is the bad taste of fate. His heart is numb. If he is eaten, he will end his fate.

Fate is really disgusting, too much torture.

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

The puppet army should be meaningful. Let the creatures eat it, then turn into nutrition, and become one with other creatures. There is no consciousness and no pain.

This is the meaning of his existence, but why is it given meaning?

Wu Jiao indulged the young man and said, "Brother, you want to eat, you want to eat, I'll catch it. This thing is a bit disgusting, you can eat it alone."

The indifferent man glanced at him, and he sat down on the ground embarrassedly. At that time, he could not even ask for mercy on his knees, shivering, humble and helpless.

Wu Jiao's innocent and ridiculous face shows: "Oh, you have a heavy taste, don't you like the feeling of struggling in your mouth, and then take a bite, and your stumps are still moving?"

"Bite a bite. But what is his body?"

The indifferent man shook his eye: "Go and catch."

"Okay." The Jiaozi juvenile jumped forward and jumped in front of him, restraining him with immense power.

Under such power, he couldn't do even a quick move.

存在 His existence is a joke, weak, yet intelligent, filled with fear and the fear of being eaten.

The juvenile reached out and grabbed his neck, grabbed his neck, and flung it round, as if playing a toy, smiling.

The carelessness of the stubborn can determine a person's destiny with his hands raised.

He came to a brand new place, worrying about being eaten all day, fearing every day.

This fear lasted for a long time, and one day, the indifferent man came to him.

He thought, finally remembering to eat him?

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

"Here you are, take care of me for a few people." The indifferent man threw a book to him and left.

He looked at the book in front of him, kraft paper, quaint and simple, there was no word on it, he couldn't react, why didn't he eat him?

Mercy?

If it ’s really mercy, it ’s best, because he wants to live, but he does n’t know what to live for.

He looked up and looked at the distant man. He flew around in the corner of his clothes, walked against the light, and finally disappeared.

He shook his hand and picked up the book, of course, with his weak ability, he could not open a page.

Indifferent men say that the management of several people is not a void creature, but a soul. These souls have no body 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 in managing these people, afraid that they are weak.

灵魂 These souls are weak, but they are very treacherous. It is their nature to get into the inch, maybe it is because he looks at him and is confused.

I always want to benefit from it, threaten to lure, just to make myself more profitable.

He couldn't cope with these treacherous and sly souls at all, and was often forced to do not know what to do, and let the people deserve his benefits.

In order not to disappoint the cold-hearted man, he demolished the east wall to fill the east wall, but these souls are still greedy, grabbing his collar one by one.

She thought she was powerful, threatened a manager, and saw a manager's shameful expression, one by one showing his proud expression, and felt that the world was invincible.

He was forced into a corner, and his weakness would almost make him cry.

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Alas.