Dark Moon Era

Tang Ling's harvest in the field of dreams has basically been processed by this time.

It does n’t matter if it ’s the one that ca n’t handle it, or the strange bottle of water.

The remaining trivial issues, such as the refining of crystals, how much remuneration Boss will receive, are all trivial.

The two of them decided with a few words, then Tang Ling had only one important thing left to talk to Boss Huang.

Boss Huang didn't know that Tang Ling had anything to do. As a top-level ironsmith, he suddenly came to work, but decided to work hard. He had already touched his chin to conceive a sketch of the inner armor.

According to the ideal structure in his mind, he found himself going backwards?

This makes Boss Huang very upset. No, it can't be like this. Why are you so good to this kid?

"Boss?" Tang Ling had turned the drawing from his backpack at this time, but saw Boss Huang thinking, but he didn't know why he was thinking, he was unhappy and angry.

What happened? Did you think of the woman who rejected him?

Tang Ling didn't want to bother Boss Huang anymore, but this drawing is also very important, so Tang Ling screamed for the boss?

"Why? Want to be beaten?" Boss Huang glared at Tang Ling.

"Why! I'm not a woman, and you haven't rejected you." Tang Ling showed no weakness.

"What are you talking about?" Boss Huang froze.

"What are you angry about again?" Tang Ling asked back.

Then the two fell into an awkward silence for two seconds.

Mr. Huang felt a little embarrassed. After all, what happened didn't make him angry. This behavior seemed naive?

He is a mature and personable charming man.

Thinking of this, Boss Huang said casually, "What else is there? Don't interrupt me if it's okay, I'm conceiving your inner armour."

really? Conceived into anger? However, Tang Ling didn't dare to stimulate boss Huang in this way. In case he was uncomfortable, he made his inner nails into a girl's underwear style. Where did he cry?

Therefore, Tang Ling borrowed the donkey from the **** and took out the drawing and said, "Boss, what's in the mystery store, can you help me see it?"

Boss Huang did not reach out, and every dream species included himself, and he was very secretive about the gains in the mystery store.

It wasn't something to be afraid of, but there was always an uneasiness in my heart.

The mystery store is too bad, and the things in it are too bad. I always think that speaking out will be ... Maybe I feel like I am out of step with the whole world?

Boss Huang couldn't think of a reason.

"Boss? Wouldn't you help me look at it?" Tang Ling scratched his head, Kun named to ask Boss Huang to watch, what to do if Boss Huang refused to himself? Waste this drawing? !!

"Are you serious?" Boss Huang was surprised this time.

"Of course." What can't be taken seriously? Tang Ling felt that Huang was too cautious.

In fact, neither Tang Ling nor Boss Huang knows one thing, that is, the mysterious stores they face are not the same.

Therefore, Tang Ling did not have so much awe.

Having said that, since Tang Ling has been so serious and Boss Huang has not refused, in fact, he also feels itchy. What did the boy go through for an hour in his dream? What did you gain?

Even if Boss Huang is an ‘old-fashioned dream species’, this is the first time that he can directly see what other dream species have gained in the field of dreams.

With a little excitement, Boss Huang unfolded the drawings, but at first glance, his expression changed and became extremely serious.

Well, this drawing should not be bad.

Tang Ling couldn't understand it for half a minute, but just observing the expression of Boss Huang, he came to such a conclusion.

If Kun knew that Tang Ling only gave such a judgment now, I'm afraid he would vomit blood! Didn't you tell the boy what the drawing did? Doesn't he know how powerful it is? Really ignorant!

Boss Huang was completely immersed in the drawings. In the middle, he even called Ding Dong to bring him the paper and pen in the study, and kept writing and drawing.

Tang Ling was so bored that he voluntarily took out a rough billet and started to strike iron.

"Tang Ling, is there a description in this drawing?" Boss Huang suddenly asked such a question.

"Yes, it is probably a one-time dynamic pattern?" Tang Ling didn't understand. Since Huang asked, he repeated everything Kun said.

Tang Ling also thought about the dynamic pattern, but Huang's body trembled with excitement: "One-time? Even one-time is very bad! Three times the power and lasts 30 minutes."

"Damn, shit!" Boss Huang said, beginning to swear.

Tang Ling is silent, so amazing?

But at this time, boss Huang suddenly remembered something and looked at Tang Ling: "This is your most important harvest in the field of dreams, isn't it? You just shared it with me like this? You know, drawings are I watched, and it was equivalent to me ... received. Unless, I forcibly forgot. "

"Well, this isn't the only harvest, right? There are some gadgets." If this drawing is the only harvest, Tang Ling dare to fight with Kun on the spot.

Uncle Tang has made a total of 91 dream coins, and Kun dare to send himself with a broken drawing? At this moment Tang Ling seems to have forgotten Kun ’s wonderful “pregnancy whiplash”.

"Well." Boss Huang was even more embarrassed. In his understanding, Tang Ling may have nothing other than this drawing.

But ... Boss Huang held the drawing hand slightly harder and seemed to be hesitating.

After half a minute, he suddenly looked at Tang Ling and said, "Since you took out this blueprint, then you will leave it to me for sailing ships, without charge."

"What?" This time Tang Ling was greatly stimulated, holding a hammer that had already surpassed 10,000 kilograms, and was stunned. This was also considered to be an extraordinary exercise of strength.

"Don't you want HNA to find a breakthrough opportunity? Without a boat, do you want to take Han Xing to swim to find an opportunity? Give your boat to me, that's it!"

"By the way, remember to clean up after iron."

"Also, this is your voluntary work. I don't pay overtime."

Boss Huang finished speaking, holding the drawing given by Tang Ling, and his paper and pen, and then went away. He seemed a little embarrassed.

Tang Ling was left alone, still struggling with the iron for a long time, and for a long time, holding the hammer, could not return to God ...

late at night.

Tang Ling's rare insomnia.

Ship, is he about to have a ship? In fact, Tang Ling didn't think too much about the past. His biggest plan was to rent a boat?

In fact, this is also a manifestation of Tang Ling still obtaining too little information. If anyone knows that Tang Ling has chartered a boat to find an opportunity, I am afraid that he will laugh away.

Are those opportunities where a normal ship can go? Even if Tang Ling knew that several major opportunities were very difficult to obtain, but he had never sailed and did not have a detailed understanding of those places at all.

However, these don't matter anymore, because Tang Ling is about to own his own ship, which feels enough to make young people excited.

There is an unprecedented sense of adventure.

Although, I don't know what stimulated Huang's boss Huang and made him so generous. Is that the drawing? Tang Ling still doesn't think the drawing is so valuable.

To the contrary, although boss Huang is a cocky, lascivious, pretentious, pretending to have almost no merit, he is still reputable.

"If the other bank can be on my boat ..." After experiencing the realm of dreams, Tang Ling was excited for a while, sleepiness still struck, thinking of such an idea, Tang Ling finally fell asleep.

By his bed, the high-elastic backpack was left casually, and the contents were scattered, and some of them rolled out. After all, in the Chichi Building, there is no need to worry about safety.

And what rolled out, among them was the body of the devil baby.

The night was getting darker.

Tang Ling has already entered deep sleep, which is the ability to hope for the barriers. However, even in deep sleep, Tang Ling's brow is still tightly wrinkled, and his face looks very pale, as if suffering.

Time passed minute by minute, Tang Ling's hands consciously covered his heart. He seemed to be struggling, but still couldn't wake up.

Just then, between his fingers covering his heart, by the palm of his hand, a dozen green tentacles were drilled.

These tentacles seem to be a bit of a chicken thief, sliding very carefully over Tang Ling's body, then sliding to the bed, and landing directly on the ground, as if searching for something?

Just a few moments later, these tentacles found the baby's body, and then it seemed to swing a little joyfully, and wrapped towards the baby's body.

"Well." Tang Ling couldn't help humming in his sleep, and it seemed that the pain was getting worse.

The port of darkness is lively.

The port of darkness is also lonely, just like its location. A solitary standing on the edge of a cliff, hundreds of miles away, except for such a safe city, there is no safe village.

Such a city full of loneliness ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ will always give birth to some people with the same temperament.

Just like this figure now, silent, quiet, sitting lonely on the edge of the dark harbor deck area, even the sea breeze can't blow away the somber breath surrounding him.

If this person is a handsome guy, maybe a soft-hearted girl wants to approach him and wonder his story.

It is a pity that he has a strange figure, like a rectangle, wearing a copper mask, and is wrapped under a black cloak.

Let people look at it from a distance and dare not approach.

Tonight, did you do the same? Blowing the sea breeze, listening to the sound of the waves, and letting my brain go to sleep?

Suddenly, the copper-faced geek stood up.

He seemed to be hurt, and subconsciously covered his heart.

After a pause of less than a second, he looked up in one direction of the port of darkness. At the next moment, his figure flickered and disappeared ....