Dark Moon Era

唐 When Tang Ling left the mysterious store, the No. 17 safety zone remained in the evening.

The gloomy sky in the alley and the wind blowing seemed to be no different from before he came.

Looking back, the incompetent wooden house has disappeared. To outsiders, Tang Ling is just a little dazed boy standing at the end of the alley.

"Real dream, life and death are only on the front line. I hope to see you here."

This is the last word that Kun said to Tang Ling. After speaking, Tang Ling could not resist, and launched him into the mysterious store with a gentle force.

So what is the real dream? How cruel?

Tang Ling stepped forward and walked towards the temporary living room, but his eyes were empty.

He couldn't digest so much information very quickly, and couldn't care less about the cruelty of the next dream.

There are only two words circling in his mind repeatedly-time.

Yes, what kind of era is this?

The roughest and most rudimentary place in the dwellings is just a better life than the beast.

The bomb in the hands of the quark, the desert eagle, reveals the former civilization.

In the mysterious shop, everything exaggerated is far beyond the power of civilization owned by Quark.

Clearly just a small wooden house? How much space does it have? The fifteen-second movement, the wooden cabinet that can't be seen at the end ... makes people have the illusion of subversion.

怎么 How did it appear? How could it not be noticed by others?

Many questions can't be thought about. When I think about Tang Ling, there is a strong tearing feeling. The feeling of being torn by the times is like the person standing at the bottom and the person standing at a high place. The difference is not the distance, but the thousand 10,000 years cannot be broken.

So, what kind of era is this?

Some numbness entered the house, the evening sky gradually darkened, purple moon appeared outside the window, the faint moonlight dripped, and the figure sitting in front of the window was reflected by the heavy black silhouette.

Is like a huge question mark.

Loneliness makes people more helpless and confused, and thoughts will come to mind at this time.

When Ling thought of her mother-in-law and sister again, Tang Ling revived from this tearing thinking, barely suppressed the pain, and stood up.

In fact, since the tragedy that night, Tang Ling has been constantly subverted. When he thinks that he can accept everything and is no longer shocked, more shocking things will appear again.

"So, you need to know more." Tang Ling stood up, and the more he found himself small, the more he felt powerless to face the times.

Is vengeance as easy as I imagined?

Xun washed his face, and Tang Ling's eyes finally fell on the third-level fierce flesh that he placed on the bedside.

Here is his reward. He suffered great stress in the dream, and was rewarded with scars.

It is precious, but only by turning into strength can you grow yourself.

Tang Ling can't forget Su Yao's pot of broth, and the feeling after drinking it!

Let the weak one become full, the strength flowing through, then the body burning.

The sharp recovery, even surpassed the peak.

Otherwise, you cannot spend your dreams smoothly.

If dreams will reflect reality, then reality will also truly reflect in dreams.

认知 This kind of cognition, Tang Ling is extremely determined that only those who have dreamed will know this subtlety.

Thinking of this, Tang Ling had calmly picked up the piece of meat and laboriously tore off a very small piece of meat from it.

But after thinking about the sting when drinking the broth, Tang Ling carefully tore off a thin piece of shred from the meat strip, which was put into the mouth, and he swallowed it without taste. .

Almost negligible portion.

But as soon as he entered the abdomen, Tang Ling felt that a mass of heat was rapidly formed in the lower abdomen, and it burst instantly. Like a burning flame at a fast speed, it filled the whole body instantly, and began to flow violently in the limbs.

"唔!" A huge pain wrapped Tang Ling with a burning and tearing breath.

Even with some mental preparations, Tang Ling couldn't help whispering, the whole person curled up to the ground, his skin turned red, like a cooked shrimp.

You know, even if you eat a large pot of broth brought by Su Yao, the intensity of pain is far less than one tenth of that time.

Tang Ling can only bear his teeth ...

Is it too abrupt?

The temperature is still rising rapidly, and the speed of energy flow is getting faster. It feels like a hot knife cuts muscles in a trace, and then drills into the bone marrow desperately. Tang Ling almost faints.

But Tang Ling can feel by virtue of his precise instinct that in this kind of pain that non-human can endure, his strength is being improved.

The bones become tougher, the muscles become stronger and more elastic, and even the blood becomes thicker. 潺潺 The sound of flow is like metal liquid ...

"Then bear it!" Tang Ling hit the ground with a punch.

"Ah ..." Clenched his fist and punched again: "Then hold me back."

Tang Ling growled, sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes were fierce like a wolf.

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Time passed slowly and rapidly at this moment. I don't know how long after that, the high temperature finally began to fade away slowly, and the force of rapid flow began to become gentle.

Tang Lingchang breathed a sigh of relief and was still lying on the ground. He just didn't want to move one of his tired fingers.

He didn't have any hint of joy in his heart: "Why can he absorb only a small part of that energy?"

Precision could make him clearly feel that, in fact, most of the energy is expelled from the body with the pores and dissipated in the air.

"There must be any way to not waste it at all? What is that way?" Tang Ling was thinking intently, and the lost physical strength began to recover a little bit.

At that moment, in the room where Tang Ling was located, the sound of opening the door and the footsteps were not concealed.

"Squeak", the door was pushed open by Da Lala, and it was Su Yao who was holding the cigarette.

He glanced at Tang Ling who was lying on the ground and didn't care much, but Tang Ling climbed up from the ground with a little effort. He had many questions in his heart, and he wanted to tell Su Yao, even though the man was still strange.

But a little bit of gratitude has made Tang Ling have a little trust in Su Yao.

Moreover, Tang Ling has no one to tell, but Su Yao seems to know a lot.

Xu Suyao ignored Tang Ling, but picked up the third-level beast flesh on the table, and stunned and lowered it.

"The third-level beast meat, boy, good harvest, I can get so few pieces a year." Su Yao said very casually, without even looking back at Tang Ling, he leaned directly on the sofa, silent Sucking smoke.

The night was heavy, and no light source was lit in the room. In the quiet, the two men's figures seemed to be engulfed by the dark purple night.