Chapter 4242

Sangliang looked at the evaporated black fog, becoming thinner and thinner, as if it had been melted by the heat of the magma.

The purple lightning brewed is even worse. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the smoke is gone.

In this way, if you don't run away and avoid the attack of thunder and lightning, do you want to resist or have no strength to resist?

"Why did you suddenly compromise? How could you want to die before you saw taishu?" Sang Liang said.

Before that, I was still struggling to make endless efforts, which would be like death in my heart. What's the plot, bitter meat plan.

Zhengqing's voice became calm and incomparable, "how about seeing and not seeing? Now it's like this. I look like this, but let you see a lot of jokes for this dirty and humble thing."

He just doesn't want to be reconciled. He needs to see Uncle Tai. He needs to ask for a reason. It's already done. Uncle Tai has done it, and he should bear it.

It's just a matter of fact. Why do you insist on it? Maybe it's to find a reason to live such a humble life, a reason to live a life without hesitation.

Too uncle, too uncle, he is too hateful, trampling on all his dignity and pride.

Let him live like this, trample on him, destroy him.

To this day, too uncle even disdains to appear. He is proud to think that too uncle is different from him.

This look is really not proud. How can he live so humbly without a body.

Not proud at all, no proud life, how boring to live, how meaningless.

Never see you, uncle!

There is no unwillingness or obsession in his heart. Some things are already irrelevant. Obviously, he ignores them.

Sang Liang frowned and said, "you are so proud to commit suicide?"

"Are you worthy to talk to me?" Zhengqing hissed. His voice was indulgent and he didn't want to be beaten. His contempt was strong, as if sang Liang were such a dirty thing.

In a trance, sang Liang seems to see the young man again. Between the eyes and eyebrows, there is a beautiful and pampered pride. The breeze blows the high combed hair and wears a long sword on his waist.

He laughs wildly and shamelessly. Compared with Uncle Tai's cruelty, his charming, pampering and disdain are more like a sword penetrating people's heart.

He has the capital to do whatever he wants, to do anything, to say anything. He is born to be superior. There seems to be nothing in the world that can make him care.

Even the law sea, the spoiled child, enjoys unique capital and strength.

His existence seems to satirize and despise all people.

His pride was born, never destroyed, so pampered and domineering.

Uncle taishu indulged his pride and domineering, which in turn destroyed his pride.

That kind of pride is really confusing, so familiar!

Sangliang opponent servant said: "change a place, don't let him die."

Too uncle let him live, he can't die.

The smoke initiatively collided with the thunder and lightning, and sang Liang immediately closed the array. But even so, there were strong thunder and lightning splitting on the black fog, which defeated the black fog.

The black fog grew thinner.

Sang Liangmei's heart beat. "Hurry up."

"No more." A cold voice sounded from behind, sang Liang turned to look at Uncle Tai, "are you awake?"

"You all go out. I'll talk to him." Taishu enters the cave, and the hot magma distorts and disturbs people's body shape by evaporation.

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

The black fog turned its head, as if a pampered young man turned around and looked up with his chin raised.

Sang Liang took some people out of the cave and closed the door.

Sang Liang, with a book in his hand, stood at the door, his eyes slightly drooping, lost in contemplation, waiting for his uncle to come out.

"I thought you would never come out, tut." Said the young man so coyly.

Uncle Tai looked at the floating black fog. "What do you want to say?"

"I didn't want to say anything. I wanted to see you all the time. But when I saw you, I found that there was nothing to say. I couldn't even find something to say. It was sad."

Uncle Tai looked at the black fog in silence. At this time, the black fog is just a cloud of smoke. The smoke with consciousness can't even see the shape of people. It's drifting, has no belonging, and has no purpose.

The black fog drifted close to taishu, and floated around taishu, revealing a clear giggle.

The young man's wild laughter, however, is not annoying and full of spirits. "Uncle, you are so miserable. Before the consciousness dissipates, I can see you are so embarrassed and so not proud."

It's full of black lines and rotten taste. What a mess!

"It seems that you take moving yourself as your hobby and think what a great thing you are bearing, hahaha..."

Too uncle still didn't make a sound, just looked at the fluttering and trembling black fog, eyes flat, no sadness, no disgust and hatred, only calm.Looking at the black fog like this, the black fog suddenly floats and doesn't move. "Uncle, what I hate most is that you look like this, hate, hate, hate."

"If there is another life, maybe there will be a future, I will never have any relationship with you again, because I hate you, you think you bear everything, it seems to bear everything."

"That great look is disgusting. I knew I would not call you. I'm sorry." At this time, Zheng Qing, as always, indulged in what she wanted to say and didn't care about other people's mood.

Taishu: "I don't want to have any relationship with you anymore. It's so nice that you died. At least you didn't die in my hand. You should end early."

Zheng Qing: "too uncle, I grass your ancestor."

In this roar, the smoke gradually disappeared, and the whole cave became bright. What remained unchanged was the sound of magma gurgling and bubbling.

The happy young man who is pampered by the wind disappears. He will never exist again. The heat wave will completely erase the young man who looks like the wind.

Uncle Tai left the cave without any nostalgia, opened the door, and sang Liang, who was guarding the door, asked, "he..."

Too uncle left, the head also did not return to say, "he died."

Sangliang's face showed a look of amazement. He hurried to catch up with taishu. He slowed down when he was near taishu and asked, "why not stop him?"

"Why do you want to stop him? He died a long time ago." Said uncle Tai indifferently.

Too uncle suddenly stopped, sang Liang also stopped, too uncle looked at sang Liang: "you also leave."

"Leave?" Sang Liang's face was puzzled, but between his eyebrows was a deep horror and confusion.

Uncle Tai: "when the building is finished, you can leave."