Chapter 4241

About this is fate, destiny.

Tools are useful and abandoned. They are tools.

If they have no thoughts, no emotions, just a simple tool people should be much better.

The mistake is that they have feelings, not just as a tool man.

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

Not far from the next room, there was a crash against the wall. The dark shadow was noisy nearby. If it was not noisy once a day, I would feel sad. If it was not electrified, I would feel sick all over.

Sang Liang closed the book, stood up and closed the door. The noise was a little less.

Sang Liang sat down again, turned over the book and waited for the man on the stone bed to wake up.

He really sleeps more and more. I wish he could be one with the bed.

The black windbreaker was pressed on the body. There were no wrinkles at all. There were horizontal and horizontal wrinkles. There were also subtle colors on the snow-white shirt. It was unclear what color it was.

It's just that I don't think the shirt is so white and bright. It's covered with a layer of gray, which makes the color look bad.

Sang Liang twisted his brow, reached out and slowly supported the fold on his windbreaker. His back was not moving, and his body was not moving.

Sang Liang stayed by for a long time. Finally, he stood up and left. He closed the door to the cave next door. The smoke ran rampant and he was full of energy.

Some people don't move, some people struggle.

The smoke condenses into a human shape, forming a fuzzy and ugly facial features. He opens his mouth and shouts to Sang Liang, "tell me, tell me, is uncle taishu going to die? He's going to die. I can feel his weakness."

He asked, almost in an urgent, hopeful voice, as if expecting something good.

Sang Liang pressed the button, the array gathered a lot of purple lightning, crackling towards the black fog.

When the black fog was painful, at last it could not even maintain the human form, turning into a mass of black fog.

This is more pleasant. Sang Liang didn't come to chat with the smoke, but changed his place. He was noisy, which affected the rest of the people beside him.

Even though the black fog can't keep the human shape, it still shuttles in the middle of the air and rushes around, "you say, is he going to die? He's going to die."

Sang Liang's eyebrows jumped twice. He raised his hand, stretched out his finger and pressed it on the twitching eyebrow. After two times, he said calmly, "no, he won't die if you die. One thing is very certain. You will certainly die, and still die in front of him."

"You didn't deny it. It seems that uncle Tai really wants to die. I'm not afraid to die now. What I want is to die with Uncle Tai."

"I just want to see him toss and toss until he has nothing and no result at the end. What a satire!"

Sang Liang rubs his brow severely. It's too noisy and irritating to talk. It's very disliked.

Since people don't like it and say things that others don't want to hear, they should be punished.

The black fog was taken to another cave, which has a strong smell of sulfuric acid, which is the taste of magma, and the hot smell is coming.

Smoke is a kind of thing. It's afraid of heat and wind, and lightning can weaken its power.

Zheng Qing has no power now. He can recover his consciousness very much. This smoke drifts in front of Uncle Tai. He can let it disappear by playing his fingers.

What do you want him to do? Mercifully let him live. He doesn't need such alms at all. Kill him. Kill her if you have the ability.

Sang Liang: "you can stay here in the future, whatever you like to make noise."

Zheng Qing:

Grass!

This sang Liangcai is insidious and cunning!

The hot breath has distorted the smoke, and the powerful thunder and lightning are brewing in the array, splashing on the smoke.

Zheng Qing groaned bitterly and patiently. The smoke was even unable to escape and collide. He gnashed his teeth and said hatefully, "I want to see taishu, I want to see taishu."

I want to know what uncle taishu is thinking. He is locked here. He is not like a ghost or a human. He tortures repeatedly. He doesn't die or live. Why?

If you hate him like this, you'll kill him. You'll kill all, not all.

Torture Qiu Kou, too uncle is also this bearing.

Sang Liang: "too uncle won't see you. If you don't make noise, you won't be punished."

"Ha ha, ha ha..." Zhengqing's voice is very ironic, "don't be noisy, darling, if you kill me, I won't be noisy. If I live, I will be noisy. You, oh, what's your name?"

As for Zheng Qing, who can't remember his name, sang Liang didn't have any accident. When he first met, Zheng Qing was with uncle taishu. He was a young man with high spirits. He smiled and showed his tiger teeth. He was so proud.Wanton, not all people, the world, the void in the eyes, long hair erect, like the ancient aristocratic youth, fresh clothes angry horse, longitudinal horse and the place, the people all panic, see him gone.

No one is really free, some people's freedom and wanton is overdrawn, anything has a price.

Zheng Qing is in a mess now, which is expected by sang Liang, because one extreme will go to the other.

Sang Liang: "my name is sang Liang."

Zhengqing: "Whoever cares who you are, I want to see taishu, I want to see taishu."

Sang Liang: "he won't see you."

Zhengqing Jie sneered: "why, why not? Does he have no strength to come to see me? Is his condition so bad? "

" it seems that he is going to die in front of me, ha ha... "

Sangliang looked at Zhengqing indifferently, just like watching a child who made trouble for no reason again. He let him make and toss, and all looked on coldly.

Zhengqing gradually restrained all the anger and unbearable, just as he was proud to see him for the first time. "Who is that? I want to see taishu for the last time."

Sang Liang: "too uncle will not see you."

Zhengqing is silent for a while. "Oh, I won't see him then"

sang Liang frowns and sees that Zhengqing's black fog is gradually disappearing, which seems to integrate with the burning, bubbling and smelling smell.

The black fog is gradually dissipating, letting the purple thunder and lightning split in.

The thick black fog is slowly collapsing.

What is he doing?

Sang Liang took a step forward and stopped again. The hot breath around him distorted the figure by evaporation.