Vol 2 Chapter 4382: You want to die

What Sang Sangliang is not important now, what is important is being caught.

The main system is still waiting for people to save it, but those who can save them are sleeping.

Wake up, don't sleep, what to sleep, get up!

Zhe Anhe stood at the door, hesitated and pushed the door open slightly. When she was about to speak, the uncle lying on the stone bed lifted one by one, and a force directly split the fragile door in half.

It cracked to the ground, and the cut was neat.

Lu Anhe: ...

Forget it, forget it, slip away!

Uncle Yun didn't care what he cared about, anyway, Sang Liang had no friendship with him.

I was at most a superior and subordinate, Sang Liang's life and death could not be controlled, anyway, he had brought the words to him.

Knocking is so pitiful, what did the door do wrong?

Lu Anhe sent a message to Mo Ming and asked him to drag Ning Shu a little bit. Don't eat people so fast. If it is really eating, it must make the uncle's face unbearable, and he must fight.

He really said that An He didn't want to fight Ning Shu at all, because it didn't make sense to win. It was not good for him. If he lost, his army would lose.

But what exactly is this way of eating?

What kind of body is Ning Ningshu in?

Either way, it ’s so good ... No, it ’s cruel!

Wu Moming responded quickly, "I see."

Lu Anhe: "In any case, please send me a message in time and give feedback."

Wu Moming: "... There is no other way. I am going to do something. I will definitely not be able to hear from you. You can rest assured that you will not eat him for the time being."

Wu Moming: "He brought it to his house as a bait, and Ning Shu would also use him to fish. How can he eat a bait by himself?"

Lu Anhe: ...

He is not someone who knows you well.

Wu Sangliang was dragged home all the way. He walked slowly, and Ning Shu would drag him. When he went fast, Ning Shu would drag him.

For a moment, the image was embarrassed, but Sang Liang was not upset, with a smile on his face.

幅 Under this bland and elegant skin is a fragmented heart, shouting and screaming, as if a desperate housewife, the heart is constantly being pulled, painful, but helpless.

Su Ning looked at Sang Liang calmly, smiled at him, and looked at him elegantly and leisurely, desperate in every pore of his skin.

I was just being pressed, my heart was suffering, tangled and twisted, my thoughts were moving, pain and despair.

Wu Sangliang couldn't stop laughing at Ning Shu. He looked at Ning Shu and said suddenly, "Are you sympathizing with me?"

He laughed at him, "You sympathize with me."

Wu Ningshu did not deny, "Yes, I just sympathize with you."

Uncle Wu was admired and feared in the organization, but he was high above him. He had never set foot in the muddy quagmire and looked down at everyone.

Even if thousands of people reach out and want to pull him into the dirt and into the quagmire, he can cut off these hands one by one.

Fan earthly tugging and tangling can't provoke him, he is more chic than anyone else, his chic is different from Zhengqing's chic.

But Sang Liang is different. He has been pulling and contacting thousands of people. These big problems, small problems, and a brain all need him to deal with.

All kinds of problems swarmed over him for a long time, I don't know when it will end.

I've been alive for a hundred years, and it's breathless, let alone Sang Liang didn't know how long it took.

He doesn't seem to know how tired he is, but he will definitely be tired, even if he is uplifted.

Su Ningshu thinks that such a double standard of Sang Liang is probably a typical representative who is unreasonable and strong, dealing with so many people and handling various complicated matters.

I have become accustomed to him. He must stand on a moral high ground and suppress the momentum of his opponents in various ways.

"You're so angry."

"You have no big picture."

"You are ruthless."

Can Sang Liang not know what the matter is, of course, this is just a means.

Wu Ningshu felt that he was stupid. He had to argue with him, what was the reason for it, and there were countless hats waiting to be put on his head.

There is no good or bad means.

No matter what world these missionaries come from, some morals have been instilled from an early age.

家国, etiquette, the world ...

There is no country without a country, courtesy, integrity, filial piety, and graciousness ...

By standing at a high place of morality, I can suppress almost all the taskmen.

He is really bad and tired, I am afraid that an individual has died suddenly.

Lu Sangliang's heart was already a swamp, and gurgles bubbled to show existence and alive, but the bubbles that came out with a stinky smell.

的 A swamp created by despair and exhaustion.

Especially now, Sang Liang is extremely desperate. Before that, there was a spirit of spirit to support him, but now this spirit of spirit is disintegrating.

Wu Sangliang still faintly smiled, and he seemed to be able to see his face twisted in the haze of mist, dissipated, and shouted silently.

Su Ningshu thought for a while and said, "This organization is dissolved, which means that you are no longer useful to your uncle, and your fate is almost the same as these souls."

Wu Sangliang ticked off, "The destruction of an organization is important, and some things should die with it."

Su Ningshu was really curious, what did his uncle give Sang Liang, and what he did for Sang Liang, which made Sang Liang so desperate.

Even if she was abandoned, she did not complain, and she did not reconcile.

How uncle Yun was brainwashing is terrible.

I said that Sang Liang didn't have his own thinking, but he knew everything, he knew everything, he had a brain, a strategy, and a bad heart. But how could he not complain, or complain?

Even if it is love, hate it because of love?

Uncle Xun was very lucky and got Sang Liang to treat him like this, even if his uncle didn't care much about the luck.

Love is no longer enough to explain this emotion.

Su Ningshu went through Sang Liang's look like a slide in her head. She had silver hair and a book in her hand, like a medieval aristocrat.

I look at him now bound by vines, a little embarrassed, but still calm, still elegant, walking is not anxious, the situation is never related to him.

Wu Ningshu: "Do you think your uncle will come to save you?"

Wu Sangliang: "It doesn't matter if you come or not."

Su Ningshu frowned, and took a step back, "You, do you want to die in my hands?"

She looked at Sang Liang with a strange look.

Wu Sangliang said leisurely, "Why do I want to die in your hands, are you worth killing me?"

Wu Ningshu: "I deserve it."

Wu Sangliang glanced at Ning Shu and gave her a look.