Dark Moon Era

If you don't read it the second time, you are just deceiving yourself.

The ability to never forget means that Tang Ling is destined to engrave the content of this letter deeply into his soul, not a single word can be forgotten.

Tang Ling wanted to deceive himself and others in this way, but he couldn't face this kind of pain for the second time. The affection in every word was a weapon that could stab him.

Carefully put the letter away and put it next to him, Tang Ling stood up calmly.

He leaned over the window blankly, and his ten fingers grasped the curtain but plunged deeply into the curtain.

Sadness, pain, and longing are not all his feelings at this time. Above these feelings, there is anger and hatred.

These two emotions came so strong, but they were heavily suppressed, as if there were no flames that gush out, hot magma was formed under the heavy pressure, and it flowed from Tang Ling's heart to every part of his body.

Star Council!

Thinking of these four words, a horrible sneer appeared on Tang Ling's face. The hatred and killing intent emanating from the deep black eyes was like freezing the entire world.

Star Council...Let's take a look, what have they tortured my sister and my love into?

That cruel scene resurfaced in Tang Ling's mind again. On that **** night, the little and helpless sister was surrounded by a group of corpses.

She will die, she is already dead.

At that time, Tang Ling had only this thought. Even if he recalled it again, the heartbreak at that moment still made Tang Ling unable to breathe in pain.

But what I didn't expect was...

With a ‘pop’, the window frame shattered in Tang Ling’s hand, and the sharp wooden thorn plunged into Tang Ling’s palm without any protection, but Tang Ling didn’t notice it.

If it is really dead, instead...

Ordinarily, there shouldn't be such thoughts, but compared to that kind of torture, death is actually a relief?

Tang Ling consciously couldn't imitate the original mood of Bi An, how panicked and helpless when he was surrounded and taken away by a group of corpses?

When I came to a strange place, my memory was washed away immediately.

What's next? Then came the real purgatory torture! In a bad enclosed space, a little girl wanders in it...

Over ten years, over ten years, how did Bi An survive?

How does destiny bear to treat the other side like this? Is it just because of the disaster gene chain? But what did Higan do wrong?

A trace of blood oozes from Tang Ling's fingertips, and the wound pierced by the wooden thorn finally burst under Tang Ling's clenched fist...

But how can Tang Ling's hatred be vented like this? Yes, no, not even a trace of it. Under this kind of hatred, only by shattering the Star Council can the anger be calmed slightly.

Because even so, so what? Can the torture on the other side be eliminated?

If possible, Tang Ling would rather bear all these tortures instead of Pei An, but this is just a hypothesis. Who would have imagined that such a young and innocent sister would have to bear all this?

What made Tang Ling even more sad was that since he was treated like this, he would definitely become a wicked person to vent his pain and hatred.

But she didn't, she just became defensive and indifferent, and there was still warmth in her heart that had not been completely wiped away. This warmth was herself...

For this bit of warmth, she deliberately paid back to Tang Long and the Star Council, what a silly girl. Such torture has not completely robbed her of her kindness. Her love and meaning are vaguely correct in her heart...

Tang Ling's mood was ups and downs, and at this moment his hatred was overwhelmed by regret.

Once again, if he knew this earlier, he would rather spend all the years in the fragments of time and space and accompany the other side.

Compared with hatred, this kind of regret is the total torture, but at this moment, the Dream Seed mark on Tang Ling's arm began to become hot.

The familiar illusion is really sleepy, and everything in front of me begins to become vague and real.

This feeling lasted for less than a second, and everything became real again.

Tang Ling was still in his room, and the night view outside the window hadn't changed much, except that there was an inexplicably more half-covered door in the room.

Tang Ling was already familiar with these things, and there was almost no hesitation. Tang Ling turned around, flashed to the door, and opened the door of dreams.

**

Same, everything is the same as before.

The vast, seemingly endless hall, and the black place, reflected the starlight that did not know where it came from.

As he walked around, the faint candlelight lit up at the counter not far away gradually became clear, and the extremely handsome man sitting behind the counter was looking at himself playfully.

But no matter how luxurious it is, it still looks like a shopkeeper.

That's what Tang Ling thinks about Kun, but now he doesn't have any mood to tease Kun.

Of course, if you really want to ridicule Kun like this, Kun will probably care about Tang Ling, instead of saying hello in a relaxed tone: "Hi, boy, it's a long time ago."

Tang Ling was not in a warm mood. After Kun greeted him, he almost couldn't wait to speak: "Kun, I..."

Kun glanced at Tang Ling obliquely. The hand that was originally dragging the jaw raised slightly, and then squeezed it mischievously. Tang Ling's mouth seemed to be pinched, and he couldn't say a word.

Tang Ling was obviously angry. Although he could not make a sound, his frowning brows and angry eyes had already explained it all.

But Kun seemed to find it a lot of fun, moving his fingers, Tang Ling opened his mouth uncontrollably, and said the word ‘ah’.

"Haha..." Kun completely ignored Tang Ling's expression, very satisfied with his new gameplay.

With his fingers moving, Tang Ling was involuntarily controlled by him, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh In the mood to accompany Kun to play games, he suddenly became serious, his original anger was suppressed by him, and he began to observe what? Even if the target is Kun, he will fight back at this moment. He must get some answers..

Kun is not unaware of Tang Ling's seriousness, but what does he care about? He didn't think Tang Ling could make waves in front of him.

But reality quickly slapped his face, and when Kun wanted to control Tang Ling the next moment, he found that Tang Ling suddenly punched at a certain angle in the air.

The punch engulfed the energy, and with the angle of the punch, a small whirlpool formed, and then disappeared silently.

But both Kun and Tang Ling understood that it was the small energy vortex that deflected the energy thread connected to Kun's hand by the rotating force, and then Kun lost control of Tang Ling.

"Huh? Interesting." Kun's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking at the moment?

But Tang Ling was not in the mood to guess Kun's mind. He took advantage of this opportunity to speak quickly: "I want to know about the other side, you must know what happened?"

Surprisingly, Kun did not embarrass Tang Ling, but he did not answer Tang Ling either. Instead, he looked at Tang Ling with interest and asked: "It seems that you have already practiced "Forging Eyes", why? There are spiritual eyes. Xiaocheng?"

Tang Ling replied very directly: "I don't know what Xiaocheng's standard is? Or is my progress the key to your answer to my question?"

"Haha." Kun smiled, stood up with his hands behind, and walked to Tang Ling leisurely: "Do you know the rules of the dream world?"

Tang Ling: "Know that you have to pay something if you have something. Then don't talk nonsense, all challenges come."

Kun smiled, and Tang Ling couldn't resist, he pulled Tang Ling's hand directly, Tang Ling's palm was scarred, and many wooden thorns were pierced randomly.

"Tsk tusk, how hard is it to make this little wooden thorn pierce your skin?"

Tang Ling did not answer, these are meaningless nonsense to him.

Kun didn't mind either. The hand holding Tang Ling's wrist was slightly hard, and a domineering energy directly poured into Tang Ling's wrist, and then rushed to squeeze out all the wooden thorns in Tang Ling's hand. Four Shot away.

After doing all this, Kun took up Tang Ling's other hand to do the same.

When all the wooden thorns in both hands were picked, Kun raised his hand and a top cell repair agent appeared in Kun's hand.

He didn't feel any distress at all, and poured the cell repair medicine on Tang Ling's palm, and Tang Ling's palm recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Challenge is difficult, you still want to be in this state?" Kun raised his eyebrows, and walked behind the counter while speaking.

Following his thoughts, behind the counter, rows of huge wooden cabinets began to open and close continuously. Kun seemed to be looking for something?

Tang Ling didn't ask, because what Kun said was very reasonable, and what he had to do would definitely not harm him, but he needed to exchange so-called challenge scores for himself.

After searching for a while, Kun found a delicate ceramic jar with satisfaction and placed it in front of the counter.

"You have a problem with your arm." Kun said.

"Recovered." Tang Ling replied very simply. He was taken back to the Ao Chi Building after being knocked unconscious by Zhang Tian. Although Zhang Tian never stood up and communicated with him from the beginning to the end, Tang Ling was still in a coma. Feeling that Zhang Tian has been to his room, he should have treated his arm with the top cell repair agent and something else.

Confronted with Tang Ling's answer, Kunlue glanced at Tang Ling with sullen and mockery.

"You treat yourself so fiercely, do you really think it's so easy to repair to the best condition?"

Tang Ling was speechless, he could actually feel that his burned arm, with its tiny veins, was no longer working.

Such seemingly small damage can't have a big impact on his combat effectiveness, but in fact his greatest ability requires the perfect coordination of his body, and the slightest error is far away. This impact is difficult to measure.

"Heh." Kun sneered, picked up the porcelain bottle on the counter, and threw it directly at Tang Ling.

Tang Ling caught it and asked very directly: "How to use it?"

"Apply it directly." Kun also answered very directly.

Tang Ling applied it without thinking about it, and as Tang Ling applied it, a strange fragrance began to diffuse lightly. Just smelling the smell made people feel refreshed and energetic.

As a user, Tang Ling feels the most direct. Once the ointment is applied, it gently penetrates, with a powerful healing effect, which can be directly felt by ordinary people.

His damaged tiny veins recovered quite well, which made Tang Ling a little grateful to Kun in his heart.

But his gratitude did not last for a few seconds.

Kun has already spoken plainly: "This ointment is called Shengsheng Gao. It used to be a reward for challenging high-ranking purple moon fighters. Well, to get a bottle of Shengsheng Gao, you need to be evaluated above A level."

Tang Ling had already heard what was wrong, and raised his head and asked, "What do you mean?"

"200 Dream Coins, isn't it straightforward?" Kun didn't hide it.

When Tang Ling heard this, he didn't show any concern: "Okay, 200 Dream Coins. I settled after the challenge. So...what is the value of the issue of the other side?"

"I can't estimate, depending on what you need? In short, the more the better." Kun answered somewhat vaguely.

But Tang Ling could not allow Kun to be ambiguous: "What I need is a solution to this matter on the other side."

After saying this, Tang Ling was a little nervous: "Is there?"

Kun was very casual: "Yes."

Tang Ling was immediately excited: "Really?"

"Well, but the price is high. You'd better be mentally prepared." When Kun said this, he was still careless, he sat down and waited for Tang Ling's answer.

Tang Ling did not answer, but directly said, "Let's challenge."

"Okay." Kun was also very direct, raising a hand and a door appeared not far in front of Tang Ling.

Tang Ling stepped towards the door without hesitation. When he was in front of the door, Tang Ling suddenly stopped and turned to look at Kun.

"Kun, no, Brother Kun." Tang Ling said hesitantly.

Kun was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly amused: "Brother Kun? Are you calling me?"

"You look young, I can't call you Uncle Kun, right?" Tang Ling looked serious.

"Call Master Kun~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Kun corrects Tang Ling.

"No, it doesn't seem intimate enough. You helped me a lot and took good care of me. For whatever reason, I recognize this friendship." Tang Ling's expression was sincere, and his eyes were grateful.

This kind of Tang Ling suddenly made Kunlue a little at a loss. He coughed, raised his head, still looking noble and arrogant, and then muttered in a low voice: "You think it's worthless."

Tang Ling didn't mind Kun at all. He said sincerely: "We haven't seen you for a long time. See you again. Actually, I should be happy. It's just that something happened to the other side and I'm not in the mood. I just hope you don't mind."

Kun was silent. After several seconds, he waved to Tang Ling impatiently: "Go and challenge. What you do is worth my mind. Get out."

Tang Ling smiled gratefully at Kun, and opened the door in front of him.

Seeing Tang Ling's departure, the impatient look on Kun's face has disappeared, and he whispered softly: "Smelly boy, I don't care."

After Tang Ling opened the door, he stepped into the door. After a brief trance, the familiar and unfamiliar, weird inverted tower appeared in his eyes again.