MTL - Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks-v2 Chapter 4366 Suppress

What should I do, he doesn't know what to do?

His past life experience prevented him from dealing with this kind of thing, because his only time to live was to flee, to avoid beings, to avoid being reduced to something in the womb.

狰狞 Those 狰狞 souls have the meaning of turning over and being the master. They only command him in turn, and all the power of the soul is required for the task. The merit is too little and the experience is too little.

现在 Until now, Sang Liang's heart was deeply anxious about their expressions, 狰狞, ridicule, and the applause and joy of playing with the system.

He didn't know what he was thinking at that time. Even then, he didn't go to his uncle.

Maybe I want to make myself more useful, be able to handle these things, and if it is useful, avoid falling into the belly.

In the end, he was messed up by all things, almost all the taskmen protested, demanded even more, and even stopped the task.

Uncle Xun finally noticed that he was here, and didn't give him time to justify his speech. He also listened to the missionaries, took out qiang, and shot and killed the most violent missionaries.

任务 These questers are the strongest and lead all the questers. At that time, factions have already seen the pattern.

The whole hall was silent, everyone's expressions were frozen, looking at the cold uncle, the taskmen spoiled by him were immediately angry, and attacked the uncle one by one.

I think the uncle is as weak as him.

In front of the uncle, they couldn't even compare a piece of fragile paper. They were so fragile that they disappeared instantly, not even the uncle's clothing corner.

Disappeared, disappeared forever.

The restless souls finally quieted down. They looked at the uncle in horror, and the eyes at the uncle were full of fear.

The **** and cruel repression made these bewildering souls finally realize their status and role.

I began to be careful, the iron traces made the blood stains below, the death of one soul after another.

Uncle Wu said to him, "If there is any problem, we will report back in time." His voice was cold and ruthless, and he did not kill him.

Wu Zhengqing smirked at the fruit and looked at him with disdain, "Why are you so weak, you are also a void creature, and you are bullied by a soul that can blow away in one breath, really shameful."

He lowered his head because he had nothing to say.

Tong Zhengqing threw away the core and clapped his hands. "It's boring, what is it to do such an organization, and the void is so big, I won't stay in this place all the time."

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

Uncle Xun kept him, even if it was to get him to work, even though he might end up eating him.

Wu Zhengqing left, and the windy boy was always wanton, and nothing could trap the free wind.

With the uncle's repression, these souls finally converged a little, but still, their nature is to have an inch.

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

He must not let go, he cannot let it go, or it will only make them more arrogant, to fight with these souls, to grow fast, and to understand human nature.

The puppet organization is getting larger and larger, and it has become an amazing existence. There are many people and many voices, and the **** suppression has never stopped.

As long as the uncle stands on the top of the mountain, no one dares to make trouble, a glorious era.

I never thought that a glorious era would come to an end.

Even if it is over, the uncle is still standing.

正 The air of Zheng Qing has already disappeared in the air, so the proud man finally died in such a terrible place.

Wu Sangliang stretched out his hand, and the steam was blurred, and his hands were already distorted.

He snorted, so he always hated Zheng Qing, the one who accepted the most powerful force, but did not pay a little effort and responsibility.

I in turn laughed at hard work.

Why did Law Hai have two people? If there is only one and one less absorption, Law Hai will be better now.

肆 That wanton young man, using force, never controlled himself, and always obeyed his own will.

His wantonness and pampering are built on others.

What qualifications do he have for resentment and hatred? He should have died.

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

About this is the meanness of being a weak person. I can't like such a person.

His wantonness is too harsh, and his wantonness hurts the people he cares about.

"Oh, Zhengqing ..." He turned to leave the cave, and since then, he has died.

He was strong, wanton, and died in front of him.

I was so embarrassed.

Wu Sangliang knocked on Uncle's door, "Can I come in?"

"Sleep, don't come in."

Wu Sangliang: "I'll give you something."

"I slept."

Wu Sangliang: "I'll come in for a while and give you things without disturbing you."

"come in."

Bian Sangliang pushed open the door, and the uncle sat on the stone bed, wearing a white shirt, a windbreaker aside, one arm resting on the bent knee, watching Sang Liang bring in something, and twisting his eyebrows.

Wu Sangliang put down the things, "I made some food for you. Eat something, and I will feel better."

Uncle Wu: "You think I would be sad because he died."

Wu Sangliang did not speak, and his uncle was not upset that Zheng Qing was disappointed. He didn't care.

The only thing he cares about is the uncle's body, Zhengqing, oh, let him die.

He took chopsticks and put the snack in a small dish and handed it to his uncle.

Uncle Wu took a whistle, took the snack and delivered it to his mouth. At the entrance, he held it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, "You didn't add anything."

Bian Sangliang poured a cup of tea for his uncle. "No, I know you can smell it, so nothing will be added."

"Really?" The uncle ate the pastry, drank tea, waved his hand to let Sang Liang go, lay on the bed with Sang Liang back to his back, and the shirt outlined a thin waist.

Rong Sangliang went out of the room with a tea cup and a plate. The pastry on the plate was not filled with anything, but the tea was added.

He hopes that he lives, lives well, lives on the top, will never stand, and has joy and sorrow, even if it is his life.

If uncle chooses to fall asleep, he will always stay beside him and watch him fall asleep ...

How do you sleep?

灭 The death of the Void Spirit is completely extinct, and sleep ...

Sang Liang's silver hair had white hair in it, but in the silver hair, the white hair was not noticeable.

Hey, good, he's finished.

I really feel sad, just a while later, Zheng Qing should have been a **** person.

Go live to the present.

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Alas.