Dark Moon Era

  Chapter 734 Bloodline

  Tang Ling could not describe his mood at that moment.

  When he looked at the setting sun before him, the grasslands were fragmented, when he felt the long evening breeze gradually diminished, and if there was no sound of singing in the distance, it stopped abruptly

  There was a blank in his mind.

  The darkness of the blockbuster movies reappeared, Tang Feng's shadow was so faint as to be invisible, but the signature sneer was still exceptionally clear.

"Don't" Tang Ling's heart was filled with cold fear. It felt that he was not unfamiliar at all. It was buried deep in his heart. When he lost his mother-in-law and sister, the angry, helpless and desperate heart collapsed. There are people who want to desperately grasp that trace of warmth in this era, but can't grasp anything, unable to face the future weakness.

  He didn’t even know that he yelled out the word ‘Farewell’. It was his father, didn’t he? After all, I just enjoyed a little bit of warmth from him. In fact, I have always longed for it in my heart, right?

  Tang Ling hated such a scene, he couldn't think, he just started to subconsciously shout out: "No, don't go."

   "Don't! Don't disappear like this!"

  But what's the use of yelling? In this world, if you shout with your own mind, you can change some sadness, sadness, and injustice. Then the shouting of this world will never stop every day, right?

  So, Tang Feng's figure disappeared after all.

  The piece of "Sunset Evening Sing" that filled the heart with tranquility was also completely shattered, leaving a hollow black.

  Tang Ling looked helplessly, sadly, and then sat down heavily.

   Tang Feng appeared, but did not answer any of his own questions. Why did he abandon his mother? Why leave him and Tang Long? What is the memory of his disappearance? As a father, what he wants to do, his philosophy, his

  But why is there such a hateful lyric? It seems that a sentence or two can make up for what he and Tang Long have lacked in more than ten years?

  Tang Ling's fist was clenched tightly. He didn't want to admit it at all. It was just a few words that seemed unintentional, but made his heart extremely sorrow and soft.

  "Dad" Tang Ling still had anger on his face, but he murmured softly in his mouth. In fact, the two words "Dad" are less respectful than those of father, but they are a little more cordial.

  Only the guy who has always been loved can yell ‘dad, daddy’ unscrupulously and casually, right?

As soon as the thought of    appeared, Tang Ling felt like he was surrounded by boundless loneliness at this moment. Some sadness was not longing, but longing but never admitting it, until he believed it and never longed.

  Tang Ling told herself since she was a child that her mother must be warm.

He has never expected his father, like a stubbornness engraved in his bones. At this moment, he knows that he yearns for his father, longs for his company, his appreciation, his care, and admiration for him. Right?

   Hanging his head, Tang Ling suddenly wanted to hold Bi An's hand to let the warmth dispel the sadness in his heart.

  I have been reluctant to delve into something, such as the fact that Bi An is Shanshan? But when Tang Feng uttered the name An Han, Tang Ling almost certainly believed that Shanshan was Bi An, and Bi An's real name was mentioned.

  Why is this so? Doesn't Tang Feng say that anyway? Don't lose An Han! He also believes? ! And the girl next to him is the other side, he knows it? After all, his mental power is lurking in Xiaozhong, he can perceive some things.

  Is it still insight that you have long ago? Since the first encounter with Bi An, isn't that unique attachment that Bi An has shown to himself that Shanshan only has?

Of course, this will not affect anything. Tang Ling has decided long ago, but if Bi An is really Shanshan, then it is destined to be more than love between him and Bi An, it is destined to be dependent on each other, and beyond. Love it.

  Don’t separate, and don’t be a sorrow. Tang Ling's fear is still continuing at this moment. In this era, he has already endured too much grief firmly.

  So, really don’t have a sad farewell again, no more

  Tang Ling's fists were clenched tightly, and his mood was extremely unstable, so unstable that he was almost unable to maintain the world he was visualizing.

In the darkness, Tang Ling imagined that the path of his double helix gene chain began to tremble constantly, flashing in this darkness, and in the dizziness that made people extremely dizzy, it had already appeared broken. Sign.

  Perhaps it was that ‘Dad’, or it was Tang Ling’s weakness, fear and sorrow at the moment, which made Tang Feng’s already-dissipated mental power unbearable to dissipate.

  Tang Feng's voice appeared again in the darkness.

  "The grassland in the sunset just now"

  Tang Ling raised her head abruptly, without Tang Feng's figure, but Tang Feng's voice was so clear in his ears.

   "It's my hometown, and that's your hometown. That evening, when I left, the last time I looked at my hometown was like this. I haven't forgotten, you have to go back and see if you have time."

  Tang Ling stood up and did not answer Tang Feng, but the geographical location that Tang Feng said next remained deeply in Tang Ling's heart.

   "Take Tang Long, he should also go and see. There, you can do a lot of good things, such as marrying your beloved girl, and drinking with your lifelong friends for three days and three nights."

  "Because, that is hometown. Son, remember to have a sense of support and fearlessness. Including the road you have to take in the future and the responsibilities you have to bear."

   "I will still guard you. With these words, you also tell Tang Long, whether he is like you or not, you will not forgive my father."

   "Remember, I will guard"

  "Remember, my heart is dependent"

  'Wow! Tang Ling seemed to hear such a sound, as if something was broken, but it was broken with the most beautiful sound, so as to soothe the sadness in people's hearts.

  Tang Ling couldn't help looking towards the place where the sound was broken, and then saw a beautiful, twinkling starlight, like the fireworks of a former civilization.

  At that moment, Tang Ling knew at once that this was the last strength of Tang Feng’s spiritual power. He set off a firework for Tang Lingsheng, and finally formed a somewhat skewed heart awkwardly.

What does    want to express?

  There were no tears in the visualized world, but Tang Ling, who was sitting cross-legged in reality, shed a tear in the corner of her eyes.

   "Damn, hypocritical." Tang Ling turned his head.

  At this moment, he quietly hugged his knees outside the house and looked at a branch, the other side of the newly stretched young leaves, suddenly turned his head and looked at the hut where Tang Ling was.

   "Brother, it seems sad?"

   "Tang Ling, what are you sad about? What did you see?" Bi An kept wiping the tears that kept flowing from the corner of his eyes.

  She began to grieve for no reason. She didn’t know why, but she was sure that at this moment, it was Tang Ling who was sad. She had been sticking to him, and the heart connected with him felt the sadness.

  But in such sorrow, it is filled with a certain peaceful mood with hope, how beautiful, in my hometown, marrying the beloved girl with Tang Long, drinking with friends for three days and three nights

  Tang Ling's visionary world that was about to be broken began to gradually stabilize, and what he saw with the naked eye became tough, and there was an unbreakable firmness.

  This is the result of self-will training, and it is also

  Heart is dependent, fearless!

  Tang Ling read this sentence silently. He remembered that when Tang Long bid farewell to himself, he wanted to find the meaning of his next life by himself, did he find it? It seems that it has not been completely found.

   But in the heart at this moment, there is an inexplicably more embryonic form of meaning. Is this the ultimate heart?

  The helpless sadness on Tang Ling's face, even with weak eyes, has gradually disappeared, replaced by a kind of usual tenacity belonging to Tang Ling.

  This is how Tang Ling never gives up, as before.

At this moment, many people flashed before Tang Ling's eyes-the Raptors team, including the dead Wei An, boss Huang, two glutinous rice balls, Luo's brother and sister, Han Xing, Fatty, the four sons of southeast and northwest, Sai Muir and so on

  Then is the back of Tang Long leaving in the star-filled sea that night.

  Finally freezes on the other side.

   "Okay, go ahead." Tang Ling felt very at ease at this moment.

Her heart was at ease, and this feeling of warmth was so strong, strong enough to warm the other shore, who had been weeping inexplicably in the courtyard, she also gradually felt at ease. She didn’t know when the tears stopped, and couldn’t help but smile. This The smile is so beautiful that the surrounding scenery is also beautiful.

   "Brother, what difficulties did you overcome again?"

   "Well, I'm all there."

  Bi An was very at ease, and at this time, Tang Ling's will was very clearly conveyed to Bi An.

"wait for me."

  Bi An turned his head in surprise, this is indeed what Tang Ling is telling him, not an illusion! How did he do that? Can be strong enough to convey one's will with mental power.

  You must know, this is definitely something that can be done by the elite, or is about to be close to the advanced purple moon warrior?

  As everyone knows, Tang Ling's mental power is already very strong, but the existence of the perfect gene chain is so dazzling that he never thought of choosing the path of a leap.

  And the "King Kong Like a Mountain" taught by Tang Feng is a top-notch knowledge from the Dreamland. After tempering the self-will, it is absolutely possible to convey one's simple will through mental power.

   Doubt is only a moment, and soon Hian nodded to express that she knew. Tang Ling's breakthrough this time must take a long time. Although he doesn't know the reason, Tang Ling must have realized what?

  In order to make her feel at ease, Tang Ling specially told herself, so what about waiting?

  And at this moment, Bi An suddenly felt Tang Ling's hesitation.

  What else does he want to say?

   Then the other side heard two words.

   "Shan Shan."

The words    came out suddenly, and the other side, who had always been indifferent in shock, stood up abruptly, and the cotton dress was fluttered by the wind on the top of the mountain.

  Time seems to stagnate at this moment.

  Bian'an's surprised expression seemed to be gradually faded by the wind, and then another beautiful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

   "I see, brother, wait for you."

  Tang Ling originally sat cross-legged in the room, his calm and solemn face suddenly put on a smile, and then he was calm again.

  The real sprint, let’s start!

  Towards Father No, the mysterious world Tang Feng said is the core of the rules!

  **

  It’s just over a month, and the snowy season that everyone, including the fierce beasts, is hard to bear is over.

  I am used to the fickle weather around the Iron and Blood City. No one is surprised by it, and of course no one is happy about it.

  Because of the snow season in the Iron and Blood City, isn’t it that way? It goes fast and comes fast.

In this difficult place, the change of seasons will drive people crazy. Cold and hot alternates at a very fast speed and endless cycle. Except at the end of April and the beginning of May, there will be 20 days of good weather at that time, soft and mild. Like the spring described in the previous civilization.

  At that time, the steel and blood city, which has been fighting forever, will celebrate it if there is no special warfare.

  The soldiers will yell, ‘Look, even though this place is so tormented, can you find any place inside the wall, will there be a pre-civilized spring? ’

  "Inside the wall" spread the wings and leaned on the chair, looked at the undissipated snow outside the window, and muttered softly.

  Thinking about it this way, although the climate inside the wall is not that extreme, but the extreme temperature difference between day and night, and the seasonal climate is ‘exaggerated’ in every season, it is indeed impossible to find the climate like spring described by the pre-civilization.

  The adaptability of human beings is amazing. Together with the evolved animals and plants, no, it is all surviving creatures.

   But human beings are also ‘nostalgic’. It should be regarded as a kind of nostalgia. Obviously they have adapted to the extreme climate of the Purple Moon Era, but the spring of the Iron Blood City is still described by the soldiers here as heavenly comfort.

   spread the wings and unbuttoned the collar, slightly unfolded the placket, and then took a sip of the water at hand.

  His movements are very ordinary, but Luwa, who is sitting next to her in a wheelchair, tilts her head and looks very fascinated.

You must know that Luwa’s father is the only person in the world who can be called an "emperor". As a supreme figure, when he reaches this state, he will subconsciously pursue a posture of every word and deed, every move, thus forming Own momentum.

  Most of these gestures are domineering and elegant, and even the people around them naturally unnaturally form a set of so-called etiquette behaviors derived from the pre-civilization. Even if they are not imposing, they must also strive for an elegance that is different from ordinary people.

  This spread of wings seems to be naturally elegant, with a hint of immortality in his aristocracy, which makes people feel that he is not only a nobleman, but also a nobleman from the sky.

  But he is obviously very ordinary, except for those very extraordinary eyes, which makes people feel addicted, and think they should be the eyes that a very handsome person would have.

  "What are you looking at?" Zhanyi turned his head and looked at Luwa.

  At this time, the time for morning exercises has begun. In the large training ground outside the window, members of the Spark Team have appeared one after another. Every instructor here does not like people who are late, no matter what your identity or background.

  But Zhanyi chooses to go or not to go according to his own mood, because he, who has always been alone, already has more and more privileges, and is about to overwhelm Liszt and become the new king of soldiers.

  Many people think that Zhanyi and Liszt will have another battle sooner or later, but they just don’t understand why Zhanyi hasn’t done anything, and Liszt also showed great restraint.

   "I think you are very tired today." Luwa looked at Zhanyi, she looked like she was looking at a very interesting object, and she even liked it.

There is a clear difference between this kind of like and the like between men and women. After all, Luwa is still very young, and Zhanyi almost ignores Luwa. Although this very smart little girl doesn’t know why, she always likes to wrap her up. With wings spread out.

  This is no secret. The soldiers in the Xinghuo camp know everything about it, and even those who know good things will reveal the identity of Luwa to Zhanyi intentionally or unintentionally.

  But Zhanyi was indifferent. He was still alone, refusing to accept the task with anyone. As for Luwa from time to time, he would pay attention to Luwa, depending on his mood.

  Other than that, Han Xing is the one who can say a few words to Zhanyi. It seems that he has some appreciation for Han Xing Zhanyi.

This is what everyone knows. At the beginning, there was interest in discussion and observation. After a long time, no one cares. There are so many incredible guys in the Spark team, and the reshuffle has begun, although it is still far away. It is far from being a foregone conclusion, but in this case, everyone is full of their own careful thinking, who cares about some gossip that can't affect the overall situation?

  Therefore, no one knew that Zhanyi slowly became friends with Luwa. After all, a clever ice and snow is not annoying, and a little girl who does not put on airs with her identity is still not annoying.

  Luwa felt tired from spreading her wings.

  For this question, Zhanyi did not want to answer. In fact, Luwa did not make a mistake. He was indeed a little tired, because he did not sleep well last night and was dreaming repeatedly.

  In his dream, he saw a man.

  This man is familiar and unfamiliar to him. What is familiar is that from a very young age, he often looked at his portraits and imagined what kind of person he was.

  The strange thing is that no matter how much he desires, this man has never appeared in front of him once.

  For a long time, longing has turned into disappointment. The fantasy should be a hero, and the admired man has also become a hatred in his heart.

and after? Later, the man died, and the resentment and incomprehension in his heart turned into hatred and stayed there forever.

  So, why do you dream of this man? I dreamed that he was standing in a large grassland, and the sky behind him was smeared with the radiance of the setting sun. It was dusk.

  If there is a song like nothing, the man looks at himself from a distance, then smiles at himself, his eyes are gentle and loving.

   "I'm sorry, and sorry." The man was talking.

  There is no wave in Zhanyi's heart, sorry for what? What are you sorry for? What can be made up for?

  The man "son" seems to be calling himself.

  Zhanyi felt ridiculed, who is he calling his son?

   But the dreams did not let him go, forcing him to stand on the grassland in the dusk and face this man far away.

   Zhanyi wanted to turn his head, but saw a figure standing behind the man.

  After seeing this figure clearly, Zhanyi’s heart suddenly became painful and unable to breathe, because that figure was his younger brother

  The younger brother who had been hated by him, but killed him in the end, and this letting finally gave them a short and warm memory.

This made Zhanyi believe that the bloodline is so magical, and a little short warm memory can be stationed in the soul at once. I can't help feeling that I am no longer alone in this world, because there is one who has half the same bloodline as myself. People

  He let his life, so he cares, likes himself, right?

  So Zhanyi couldn’t stop the pain, because the man was already dead, and the younger brother was standing behind him. Is that suggesting to him, telling him, don’t hope that the younger brother is dead!

  'The heart is dependent, and there is no fear'.

  The dream started so inexplicably, and then ended inexplicably, everything was broken without warning, and the man turned into a phantom and disappeared, leaving behind such an inexplicable word.

  While the younger brother stood in the dark, he seemed to be smiling at himself.

  Does brother want to say something?

  Wings spread hard to ask, but this uncontrolled dream suddenly ended.

   ‘huh’, Zhanyi pulled his clothes again, and didn’t even notice that his eye sockets were red.

   "You haven't answered me yet, what's the matter with you? You seem to want to cry." Luwa was curious.

  But Zhanwing stood up expressionlessly, and then buckled the buttons that were just unbuttoned one by one, and put the packed equipment bag under the bed without expression on the back.

   "Wings spread, are you going for morning exercises today?" Luwa turned her wheelchair and wanted to get closer to her wings. She really wanted to figure out what secrets were hidden in the sudden emotions of this somewhat mysterious teenager in front of her.

  At this time, Li Lie’s voice sounded on the morning exercise training ground: “Gather all, pay attention, gather all.”

   "Look, don't you have to go?" Zhanyi stretched out his hand to block the approaching Luwa, then opened the door and pushed Luwa out without hesitation.

  Li Lie emphasized the assembly of the whole group, which means that ‘soldiers’ with special permissions must also appear on the morning exercise field.

   "What's the task?" Luwa curled her lips upset.

  Wings closed the door and walked towards the training ground without looking back.

  **

  All the soldiers of the Spark Brigade gathered together~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a lot.

  Li Lie looked at these cruelly baptized teenagers, and sighed in his heart.

  It’s time. Before, everyone knew that a major event would happen in a year, but now that a few pieces of information have been intercepted, things have become more complicated.

  So, it must be announced.

  And this may be the time after human beings entered the Purple Moon Era

  Li Lie couldn't help sighing again when he thought of this.

  After the **** storm, he has seen how many powerful enemies and cruel scenes, his character has long been as tough as iron.

  But I don’t know why. When I was thinking about the news about to be announced, I felt an inexplicable and unfamiliar sense of tension.

  "Maybe this is the beginning of the official creation of a post-purple moon era." This is the origin of Li Lie's nervousness.

But even so, Li Lie did not show any emotions on his face. He just raised his hand silently, and a large projector behind him gave out a ray of light, and a huge picture was about to appear on the soldiers of the Xinghuo Brigade. Right now.

  (End of this chapter)