Chapter 4244

What to do? He doesn't know what to do?

The past life experience made him unable to deal with this kind of thing, because his only life time was running away, escaping from the living creatures and avoiding being reduced to the things in his belly.

Those ferocious souls have the meaning of turning over to be masters. They only command them in turn. They need all the soul power to do tasks. They have too little merit and experience.

Up to now, sangliang's heart is deeply worried about their faces, ferocity, ridicule and the complacency between playing with the system and clapping.

At that time, he didn't know what he was thinking. Even then, he didn't go to taishu.

Maybe I want to make myself appear useful, handle these things well, and if I have a little use, I will avoid becoming something in my belly.

At the end of the day, he made a mess of things. Almost all the taskers were protesting, asking for more money and even stopping the task.

Uncle Tai finally realized that he had come. He didn't give him the time to explain and speak. He also listened to the Tasker. He took out Qi and shot several of the most noisy taskers.

At that time, the factions had already seen the pattern.

The whole audience was silent, and everyone's expression was frozen. Looking at the cold uncle, his spoiled task men were angry and attacked him one by one.

He thinks that taishu is as weak as he is. If he forces, he will compromise.

But in front of Uncle Tai, they can't even compare with a piece of fragile paper. They are so fragile that they are destroyed in a flash. They don't even touch the corners of Uncle Tai's clothes.

It's gone. It's gone forever.

Those ready to move souls finally calmed down. They looked at Uncle Tai in horror, and his eyes were full of fear.

The bloody and cold suppression made these ready souls finally realize their status and role.

I began to be careful. There were bloodstains under iron bands, and the death of soul after soul.

Taishu said to him, "if you have any questions, please give feedback in time." His voice was cold and heartless, and he didn't kill him.

Zhengqing grinned at the fruit and looked at him with disgust. "How can you be so weak? You are a void creature. You are bullied by a soul that can be blown away in one breath. Shame, shame."

He lowered his head because he had nothing to say.

Zheng Qing threw away the stone and clapped his hands. "It's not interesting. What's the matter with such an organization? It's so empty. I won't stay here all the time."

But he would like to stay here, the void of the big, but there is no place for him.

Too uncle keeps him, even if it's for him to work, even if it may be to eat him in the end.

Zheng Qing left. The wind like young man is always wanton. There is nothing that can hold the wind of freedom.

With uncle taishu's suppression, these souls have finally converged, but they are still like this. Their nature is to advance.

Sangliang and weakness will be the reason for others to bully him.

He must not let them step by step, or he will only make them more arrogant. He will fight with these souls for wisdom and courage. He will grow rapidly and understand human nature.

The organization is becoming larger and larger, and it has become an amazing existence. There are many people and voices, and bloody repression never stops.

As long as taishu stands on the top of the mountain, no one dares to make a brilliant era.

Never thought that there would be a day when a glorious era would come to an end.

Even if it is over, taishu is still standing.

There was no Zhengqing breath in the air, so proud people died in such a narrow place.

Sang Liang stretched out his hand. His eyes were blurred by the heat. His hands were twisted.

He gave a shout, so he always hated Zhengqing, who accepted the most powerful power without any effort and responsibility.

On the other hand, he laughs at trying to be serious.

Why are two people born in the law sea? If there is only one, less one to absorb, the situation of the law sea will be much better now.

The wanton youth, who used his power, never controlled, never obeyed his will.

His wanton and pampering are based on others.

What he has the right to resent, what he has the right to hate, has long been dead.

A person who has no heart or ability enjoys the best power. Why is he?

Maybe this is the inferiority of being a weak person. I can't like such a person.

His wanton is too dazzling, his wanton hurt the people he cares about.

"Ah, Zhengqing..." He turned around and left the cave. From then on, he died.

He was strong and reckless and died in front of him.

It was a terrible death.

Sang Liang knocks on Uncle Tai's door. "May I come in?"

"Sleep, don't come in."Sang Liang: "I'll bring you something."

"I'm asleep."

Sang Liang: "I'll come in for a while and give you something without disturbing you."

"Come in."

Sang Liang pushes the door open. Uncle Tai sits on the stone bed, wearing a white shirt, windbreaker on one side, one arm on the bent knee, looks at what sang Liang brings in, and wrists his brow.

Sang Liang put things down. "I made some food for you. I'll be in a better mood if I eat something."

Taishu: "you think I will be sad because he died."

Sang Liang doesn't speak, too uncle hurt and not sad Zheng Qing's disappointment, he doesn't care.

All he cares about is taishu's body. Zhengqing, oh, let him die.

He took the chopsticks and put the dessert in the small plate and handed it to taishu.

Too uncle ha took over, clip the starting point heart to send to the mouth, in the entrance, held in the tip of the nose smelled, "you didn't add anything."

Sang Liang poured a cup of tea for uncle Tai. "No, I know you can smell it, so I won't add anything."

"Is it?" Taishu eats the cake, drinks the tea, waves his hand to let sangliang go, and lies on the bed with his back to sangliang. His shirt outlines his waist. He is so strong, but so weak.

Sang Liang came out of the room with his cup and plate. The cake on the plate didn't add anything, but the tea added something.

He wants him to live, to live well, to live at the top, to stand forever, to have joys and sorrows, even to have his life.

If Uncle Tai chooses to fall into a deep sleep, he will always stay beside him and watch him fall asleep

Sleeping?

The death of the void is the total death. Sleep

Sangliang's silver hair is sandwiched with root of white hair, but in the silver hair, white hair is not obvious.

Ah, that's good. He's finished.

As expected, I'm still sad. I'll be fine after a while. Zhengqing should have been a dead man for a long time.

To live to the present.