If you don't read it a second time, you are just deceiving yourself.
The ability of photographic memory means that Tang Ling is destined to engrav the content of this letter deeply into his soul, and cannot forget a single word.
Tang Ling wanted to deceive himself like this because he couldn't face such pain a second time. The affection revealed in every word was a sharp weapon that could hurt him.
After carefully putting the letter away and placing it close to his body, Tang Ling stood up seemingly calmly.
He leaned over the window with an expressionless face, and his fingers holding on to the window lattice were deeply embedded in the window lattice.
Sadness, pain, and longing were not all his emotions at this time. On top of these emotions, there was anger and hatred.
These two emotions were so strong, but they were heavily suppressed. Just like the flames that did not burst out, they formed hot magma under the heavy pressure, flowing from Tang Ling's heart to every part of his body.
Parliament of the Stars!
Thinking of these four words, a terrifying sneer appeared on Tang Ling's face, and the hatred and killing intent emanating from those deep black eyes seemed to freeze the whole world.
Parliament of the Stars. Look, how they tortured my sister, my lover
That cruel scene appeared in Tang Ling's mind again. On that bloody night, the young and helpless sister was surrounded by a group of corpses.
She will die, she is already dead.
At that time, Tang Ling only had this thought. Even if he recalled it now, the heartbreak at that moment still made Tang Ling so painful that he couldn't breathe.
But what I didn't expect was just
With a 'snap' sound, the window lattice shattered in Tang Ling's hands, and the sharp wooden thorns pierced into Tang Ling's palm without Tang Ling being prepared, but Tang Ling was completely unaware of it.
If he is really dead, on the contrary.
Ordinarily we shouldn't have such thoughts, but compared to such torture, death is actually a relief
Tang Ling felt that he could not imitate Bi'an's original mood. How panicked and helpless he felt when he was surrounded by a group of zombies and taken away
When you come to a strange place, your memory is immediately washed away.
What next? Then came the real purgatory-like torture! In a harsh enclosed space, a little girl wanders.
More than ten years, more than ten years, how did the other side survive
How can fate bear to treat the other side like this? Is it just because of the disaster gene chain? But what did the other side do wrong
Traces of blood seeped out from Tang Ling's fingertips, and the wound that was pricked by the wooden thorn finally burst open under Tang Ling's fist that he clenched tighter and tighter.
But how could he vent Tang Ling's hatred in this way? Yes, you can't, not even a little bit. Under this kind of hatred, only by crushing the Star Council into pieces can you calm down the anger slightly.
Because even so, so what? Can the torture on the other side be eliminated
If possible, Tang Ling would be willing to bear all these tortures on the other side's behalf, but this is just a hypothesis. Who could have imagined that such a young and innocent sister would have to bear all this
What makes Tang Ling even more sad is that since he was treated like this, he would definitely turn into a complete villain to vent his pain and hatred.
But she didn't. She just became defensive and indifferent. There was still a warmth in her heart that had not been completely eliminated. This warmth was her own.
For this trace of warmth, she also deliberately went to repay Tang Long and the Star Council. What a silly girl. Such torture could not completely take away her kindness, her friendship and the vague rightness in her heart.
Tang Ling's mood fluctuated, and at this moment, hatred was overwhelmed by regret.
Once again, if he had known this earlier, he would have been willing to spend all his years in the fragments of time and space, accompanying him on the other side.
Compared to hatred, this kind of regret was downright torture. But at this moment, the Dream Seed mark on Tang Ling's arm began to feel hot.
The familiar illusion and real sleepiness came over me, and everything in front of me began to become blurry 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 scene outside the window had not changed much, except that there was an inexplicable door that was ajar.
Tang Ling was already familiar with these, and without any hesitation, Tang Ling turned around, walked to the door, and opened the Dream Door.
**
Same, everything is the same as before.
The vast, seemingly endless hall, the black place, reflects the starlight from nowhere.
As he moved around, the faint candlelight lit up, and the counter not far away gradually became clearer. The extremely handsome man sitting behind the counter was looking at him playfully.
But no matter how luxurious it is, it still looks like a shopkeeper.
This is what Tang Ling thinks about Kun, but now he is in no mood to tease Kun.
Of course, if he really teased Kun like this, Kun would probably argue with Tang Ling, instead of saying hello in a relaxed tone when he saw Tang Ling: "Hi, kid, it's been a while."
Tang Ling was not in the mood for small talk. After Kun greeted him, he almost couldn't wait to speak: "Kun, I"
Kun glanced sideways at Tang Ling, raised the hand that was dragging his chin slightly, and then pinched it slightly mischievously. Tang Ling's mouth seemed to be pinched, and he couldn't say even a single word.
Tang Ling was obviously angry. Although he couldn't make a sound, his frown and angry eyes said it all.
But Kun seemed to find it very interesting. He moved his fingers, and Tang Ling opened his mouth uncontrollably and uttered the word "ah".
"Haha." Kun completely ignored Tang Ling's expression and was very satisfied with his new gameplay.
His fingers moved together, and Tang Ling was controlled by him to say "ah" and "oh oh" involuntarily. Kun was very happy, and his bright smile was so contagious, but Tang Ling couldn't be happy, he didn't have any mood. While playing games with Kun, he suddenly became serious. His original anger was suppressed by him. What did he start to observe attentively? Even if the person facing him is Kun, he will fight back at this moment. He must get some answers
Kun was not unaware of Tang Ling's seriousness, but why should he care? He didn't think Tang Ling could make waves in front of him.
But reality soon hit him in the face. The next moment Kun wanted to control Tang Ling, he found that Tang Ling suddenly punched him at a certain angle in the air.
That punch was packed with energy. Depending on the angle of the punch, it formed a small vortex, 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 power of rotation, and then Kun lost control of Tang Ling.
"Huh? Interesting." Kun's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking about at the moment.
But Tang Ling was not in the mood to guess Kun's thoughts. He took 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. Instead, he looked at Tang Ling with interest and asked, "It seems that you have practiced "Eye Training". What? You have spiritual eyes." Xiaocheng?”
Tang Ling answered directly: "I don't know what the standard for success is? Or is my progress the key to your answer to my question?"
"Haha." Kun smiled, stood up with his hands behind his hands, and walked leisurely to Tang Ling: "Do you know the rules of the dream world?"
Tang Ling: "You know, you have to give something to get something. Then stop talking nonsense and come up with any challenge."
Kun smiled, not allowing Tang Ling to resist, and directly took Tang Ling's hand. Tang Ling's palm was scarred, with many wooden thorns stuck in it.
"Tsk, tsk, how hard do you have to force to get this little wooden thorn to pierce your skin?"
Tang Ling didn't answer. To him, these were all meaningless nonsense.
Kun didn't mind either. He pulled Tang Ling's wrist with a little force, and a domineering energy poured directly into Tang Ling's wrist. Then he rushed out, squeezing out all the wooden thorns in Tang Ling's hand. Shoot away.
After doing all this, Kun took Tang Ling's other hand and did the same thing.
After picking out all the wood thorns in his hands, Kun raised his hand, and a top-notch cell repair potion appeared in Kun's hand.
He didn't feel any distress at all and poured the cell repair medicine on Tang Ling's palm. Tang Ling's palm recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The challenge is very difficult. How can you still expect it in this state?" Kun raised his eyebrows and walked behind the counter as he spoke.
Following his thoughts, rows of drawers on the huge wooden cabinets behind the counter began to open and close constantly. Kun seemed to be looking for something
Tang Ling didn't ask, because what Kun said was very reasonable, and what he wanted to do would definitely not harm him. He just needed to exchange for the so-called challenge results.
After searching for a while, Kun was satisfied to find an exquisite ceramic jar and placed it in front of the counter.
"There's something wrong with your arm," Kun said.
"Recovered." Tang Ling answered simply. After being knocked unconscious by Zhang Tian, he was brought back to the Chichi Building. Although Zhang Tian did not come forward to communicate with him from beginning to end, Tang Ling still remained in his coma. I have a feeling that Zhang Tian came to his room and treated his arm with the top-notch cell repair medicine and other things.
Facing Tang Ling's answer, Kunluo glanced at Tang Ling sullenly and mockingly.
"You treat yourself so cruelly. Do you really think it's so easy to restore yourself to your best condition?"
Tang Ling was speechless. He could actually feel that some of the tiny veins in his burned arm were blocked.
Such seemingly minor injuries do not have a big impact on his combat effectiveness, but in fact, his greatest ability requires the perfect coordination of his body. A slight error can make a huge difference, and the impact is difficult to measure.
"Ha." Kun sneered, picked up the porcelain bottle on the counter, and threw it directly towards Tang Ling.
Tang Ling caught it and asked directly: "How to use it?"
"Just put it on." Kun Ye answered directly.
Tang Ling applied it directly without thinking. As Tang Ling applied it, a strange fragrance began to spread faintly. Just smelling the smell made people feel refreshed and energetic.
As a user, Tang Ling felt the most direct. As soon as the ointment was applied, it penetrated gently and had a powerful restorative effect that ordinary people could feel directly.
His damaged tiny veins had recovered quite well, which made Tang Ling feel grateful to Kun.
But his gratitude didn't last more than a few seconds.
Kun had already spoken calmly: "This ointment is called Shengsheng ointment. It was once a reward for challenging the high-level Purple Moon Warrior. Well, to get a bottle of Shengsheng ointment, you need an evaluation of A or above."
Tang Ling could tell there was something wrong, raised his head and asked, "What do you mean?"
"200 Dream Coins, does this mean very directly?" Kun didn't hide it.
When Tang Ling heard this, he didn't show much concern: "Okay, 200 Dream Coins. I'll settle the bill after I finish the challenge. So, how much is the problem on the other side worth?"
"It's impossible to estimate. What do you need? In short, the more, the better." Kun answered somewhat vaguely.
But Tang Ling didn't allow Kun to be ambiguous: "What I need is a solution to the matter on the other side."
After saying this, Tang Ling became slightly nervous: "Is there any?"
Kun said nonchalantly, "Yes."
Tang Ling immediately became excited: "Really?"
"Well, but the price is high. You'd better be mentally prepared." When Kun said this, he was still casual. He sat down and waited for Tang Ling's answer.
Tang Ling did not answer, but said directly: "Let's start the challenge."
"Okay." Kun was very direct. He raised his hand and a door appeared not far in front of Tang Ling.
Tang Ling walked 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 spoke with some hesitation.
Kun was stunned at first, then suddenly became funny: "Brother Kun? Are you calling me?"
"You look very young, so I can't call you Uncle Kun, right?" Tang Ling looked serious.
"Call Master Kun." Kun corrected Tang Ling.
"No, that doesn't seem intimate enough. You have helped me a lot and taken good care of me. No matter what the reason is, I recognize this friendship." Tang Ling's expression was sincere and his eyes were grateful.
Tang Ling like this made Kun Lue a little at a loss. He coughed, raised his head, still looking noble and arrogant, and then muttered in a low voice: "You don't think it's worth anything."
Tang Ling didn't mind Kun being like this at all. He said sincerely: "We haven't seen each other for a long time. Actually, I should be happy to see you again. It's just that something happened on the other side and I'm not in the mood. I just hope you don't mind."
Kun was silent, and after a few seconds, he waved to Tang Ling impatiently: "Go and challenge. Whatever you do deserves my attention, get out of here."
Tang Ling smiled gratefully at Kun and opened the door in front of him.
Watching Tang Ling leave, the impatient look on Kun's face disappeared, and he whispered softly: "You brat, I don't care."
After Tang Ling pushed the door open, he stepped inside. After a brief daze, the familiar yet unfamiliar, weird upside-down tower appeared in his eyes again.
(End of chapter)