Black Cliff Beach.
It was not too far away from the place where Tang Ling and Tang Long had their decisive battle of life and death, but they were separated by a bay and the arena that day was already out of sight.
But this is a scenic spot in the Dark Port, and it is usually very popular with the people of the Dark Port.
Is the view good? Not really. The beach cannot be compared with that of Heilao Dieyi Island. The gravel is quite coarse and there are layers of rocks on the seaside.
It's just that in this era, dangers are everywhere, and ordinary people are so weak that they don't even have the right to see the scenery.
Because Heiyatan is close to the inner fishing ground and relatively safe, it has become a scenic spot.
At this time, it was night.
The busy Heiyatan during the day has also quieted down. After all, safety is only relative. After nightfall, no one can guarantee that ordinary people will not encounter danger, not even Heiyatan.
However, such danger can be ignored for Tang Long. He was sitting on a huge rock, looking at the hazy purple moon in the sky, waiting for Tang Ling.
Will Tang Ling come? Tang Long was not sure either.
So if Tang Ling came, what would he say to him? Tang Long didn't know either.
All he knew was that he wanted to see Tang Ling before leaving, so he did so.
In fact, it didn't take long for Tang Ling to appear, wearing a gray coarse cloth cloak and walking towards this side looking a little carefree.
Seeing Tang Ling walking towards him, Tang Long couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.
Rough, not at all elegant, and carefree, completely different from himself. Such a guy is actually his brother
But he is his brother. Under the moonlight, Tang Long seemed to see himself in the outline of his face and figure.
This was the first time he looked at Tang Ling so carefully that it made him a little distracted.
During this brief moment of distraction, Tang Ling had already walked in front of Tang Long.
Even though it was already early summer, the nights in the Ziyue era were still so cold. The night wind made Tang Ling's coarse cloak rustle. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at Tang Long sitting on the rock.
Tang Long also stood up, looking at Tang Ling from a distance of about three meters.
"Sure enough, I still don't know what to say." Tang Long clenched his fist quietly. Although he knew that he was his younger brother very early, he had been a stranger and hated him for more than ten years.
"Are you stupid?" Tang Ling suddenly spoke, looking at Tang Long and sighing.
"Ah?" Tang Long was stunned for a moment, wondering what Tang Ling meant by this
Tang Ling didn't bother to explain to Tang Long. He jumped down from the rock and started searching on the beach. After a while, he came back with a pile of dry firewood.
It is not difficult to collect these on the beach.
After touching his body, Tang Ling found that he didn't bring any lighting tools, but he did bring a pack of cigarettes.
Complaining, Tang Ling skillfully picked out a piece of dry firewood, took a small stick that fit in his hand, and began to drill the wood to make fire.
With his strength and speed, he quickly made sparks. He carefully poured the sparks onto a ball of dry seaweed. Tang Ling carefully blew on it twice, and the flames started to burn.
"Not bad." Tang Ling looked satisfied and put the flame into the dry wood, and Tang Ling successfully raised the fire.
"Sit down." Tang Ling sat in front of the fire and stretched out his hand to warm himself up.
Even though nearly a year has passed, he is no longer an ordinary boy, and he is no longer afraid of the cold. At least he doesn't feel the temperature at night anymore. But at night, there is still a fire to feel warm inside.
Tang Long watched Tang Ling slowly light up a fire, with a look of interest in his eyes. It wasn't until Tang Ling asked him to sit down that he came back to his senses and sat cross-legged on the other side of the fire. Opposite Tang Ling.
"You said I was stupid because I didn't make a fire?" Tang Long was very smart, and there was always a tacit understanding when talking to Tang Ling.
This kind of tacit understanding is actually not unfamiliar. It had already happened once when the two of them jointly announced the rules of the life and death stage.
Perhaps, this is not called tacit understanding, but another thing called blood
"Nonsense, who wants to be cold at night?" Tang Ling fiddled with the fire, took out two bottles of wine from his arms and placed them on the ground, and took out a pack of cigarettes.
"But I'm not cold." Tang Long raised his eyebrows: "And if I remember correctly, you can make a fire out of thin air, why bother?"
"Ah?" Tang Ling scratched his hair. Yes, he had learned that mysterious technique. It was easy to make a ball of fire. Why was it so troublesome
Tang Long is really annoying. There is no need to remind him of this kind of thing, right
But, who is Tang Ling? How could Tang Long be stopped by a person who has followed Boss Huang to become a bitch at any time in the past six months
Skillfully opening the cigarette case, Tang Ling held a cigarette to his mouth, lit it by the fire, took a deep breath, then pointed at Tang Long and said, "You don't understand what life is?"
"What do you mean?" Tang Long frowned slightly and looked at Tang Ling's cigarettes and wine on the ground. Isn't this brat's life difficult? How could such a luxurious bad habit be learned in full? And then this is what he calls life
"I lived in a settlement when I was a child." Tang Ling blew out a puff of smoke and looked at the distant night sky.
"Do you know what kind of place a settlement is?" Tang Ling turned to look at Tang Long and handed the cigarette he took a puff to Tang Long.
Tang Long took it subconsciously, and Tang Ling lit another one: "You smoke it."
"Oh." Tang Long took another subconscious breath, feeling something was wrong in his heart, but he relaxed inexplicably.
"Well, the settlement is a rat's nest." A trace of a reminiscing smile appeared on Tang Ling's face. He originally just wanted to regain his face, and wanted to tell Tang Long how important a fire was, but he didn't know why. As I talked, I really missed the settlement.
Yes, the great revenge has been avenged, but there is an inexplicable hole left in his heart. The hole is full of memories. Tang Ling wants to tell
"Rat's nest?" Tang Long frowned. He couldn't imagine why a rat's nest was used to describe a place where humans live
"Is there no settlement around where you grew up?" This time it was Tang Ling who was curious.
"No, there are many large safety villages around. By the time I was thirteen, the two oldest ones had become safe zones." Tang Long thought about it carefully and answered Tang Ling.
He doesn't pay much attention to these things. Since childhood, his life has been all about cultivation and hatred.
Thinking about it now, Tang Long felt that there was a huge void in his heart, but what was in the center of the void? Tang Long actually had no answer.
"Oh, I forgot. You are Mr. Long. How could you know such a settlement?" Tang Ling held a cigarette in his mouth and touched the wine placed next to the fire. After a few minutes, it was already a little warm. hot.
He picked up a pot, bit open the lid and handed it to Tang Long. Then he picked up another bottle and took a sip: "The settlement is underground. You know that a group of ordinary people can't do anything on the ground without walls." of life.”
"There are no Ziyue warriors in your group? Are you digging holes underground?" Tang Long also took a sip of wine, which was slightly warm in his mouth. After it entered his throat and fell into his stomach, a wave of heat exploded.
The fire was burning hot, the heat of the wine was rippling in his belly, the purple moon, the starry sky, the sea at night, and the voices in Tang Ling's ears. Tang Long suddenly felt a little warm feeling in his heart.
"Are you stupid? Digging a hole? What if you dig out a snake?" Tang Ling glanced at Tang Long with contempt.
"We live in the sewers, the sewers left over from the previous civilization. And in the previous civilization, weren't rats living in the sewers?" As Tang Ling spoke, he touched his arms and found nothing. He looked at Looking at Tang Long: "Hey, do you have anything to eat with you?"
"No. I just brought wine." Tang Long took out two bottles of wine from his arms.
"Why the hell did you ask me to come out without bringing anything to eat?! I didn't have dinner, you know?" Tang Ling stood up immediately and looked at Tang Long with a furious look.
Tang Long was a little stunned. He found that Tang Ling was really angry! Are you angry because you didn't get something to eat? !
"What the hell, stop sitting here and go get something to eat!" Tang Ling was so annoyed that he picked up a piece of dry firewood that was still burning and started looking around.
Tang Long felt a little dazed. Looking for something to eat? it's here? Are there any restaurants or anything like that here
As soon as Tang Ling turned his head, he understood what Tang Long was thinking. He pointed at Tang Long's nose and shouted: "Tang Long, are you stupid? He lives by the sea and has precise instincts. He can fish and catch shrimps, and even pry two Shell doesn’t?”
"How did you survive? It feels like you are a pure fool?"
Tang Long's veins were twitching. How many words had he said? Was he called stupid three times by Tang Ling? Sure enough, you can't talk to this brat.
"Tang Ling, if you call me stupid again, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?" Tang Long stood up and pulled down his hood. The wind blew up his long hair, revealing a handsome face under the moonlight.
Tang Ling was very angry, why do you always pretend to be beautiful when you are born to a father
"Beat me? I'm still afraid of fighting with you? We've fought life and death battles for the past two days. Come on, come on, who's afraid of whom?" Tang Ling held up a torch and took off the hood of his coarse cloak. Under his flowing black hair, he looked delicate and handsome. His face is youthful and cheerful.
A life and death battle? The fire in Tang Long's heart suddenly went out.
"No." He remembered what Tang Ling turned to the other side and said.
"This ring belongs to Tang Ling." He thought of Tang Ling's ring in Zhang Tian's hand.
"Forget it." Tang Long took off his white cloak, but he was still wearing white clothes underneath. He loved white so much.
"What are you afraid of?" Tang Ling tilted his head.
"Let's find something to eat. I'm hungry too." Tang Long was too lazy to argue with Tang Ling. He found that this kid had an ability, that is, he couldn't say a few words that made people want to beat him.
"You know what's going on." Tang Ling rubbed his nose.
"Want to fight?" Tang Long raised his eyebrows.
"Find something to eat first, then eat when you're full." Tang Ling jumped off the rock.
(End of chapter)