Black Cliff Beach.

The location where Tang Ling and Tang Long's life and death arena was not too far away, but a bay was separated by the day's ring.

But this is a scenic spot in Dark Harbor, and it is very popular among Dark Harbor people on weekdays.

Is the scenery very good? Actually, it may not be. The beach cannot be compared with the Black Butterfly Wing Island. The gravel is quite thick and the rocks are layered by the sea.

But in this era, dangers are everywhere, and ordinary people are so weak that they don’t even have the power to see the scenery...

Heiyatan is relatively safe because it is close to the inner fishing grounds, so it has become a scenic spot.

At this time, it was already night.

The lively Heiyatan during the day has become quiet. After all, safety is only relative. After nightfall, no one can guarantee that ordinary people will not encounter danger, even Heiyatan.

However, such danger can be ignored for Tang Long. He was sitting on a huge rock at this time, looking at the hazy purple moon in the sky, waiting for Tang Ling.

Will Tang Ling come? Tang Long was not sure.

If Tang Ling comes, what else should he say to him? Tang Long doesn't know.

He only knew that before he left, he wanted to see Tang Ling, so he did so.

In fact, it didn't take long before Tang Ling appeared, wearing a gray coarse cloth cloak, looking a little careless.

Looking at Tang Ling's figure walking towards him, Tang Long couldn't help feeling a little strange.

Rough, not at all, his careless appearance is completely different from himself. Such a guy is actually his younger brother?

But he is his younger brother. In the moonlight, Tang Long seemed to have seen himself on the outline of his face and his body.

This was the first time he looked at Tang Ling so carefully that he was a little distracted.

It was just after being distracted for a while that Tang Ling had already walked to Tang Long.

Although it was early summer, the nights in the Purple Moon era were still so cold. The wind at night made Tang Ling's coarse cloth cloak roar. 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 at a distance of about three meters.

"Sure enough, I still don't know what to say." Tang Long clenched his fists quietly. Although he knew he was his younger brother for a long time, he had been unfamiliar with him for more than ten years and hated him for more than ten years...

"Are you stupid?" Tang Ling suddenly spoke, looked at Tang Long and sighed.

"Ah?" Tang Long was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Tang Ling meant?

Tang Ling was too lazy to explain to Tang Long, so he jumped off the rock and searched on the beach. In just a while, he came back with a pile of dry firewood.

Collecting these on the beach is not difficult.

After touching her body, Tang Ling found that she didn't bring any ignition tools, but Yan brought a pack.

As he complained, Tang Ling skillfully picked out a dry firewood, took another small stick with his hands together, and began to drill wood to make fire.

With his strength and speed, Mars was quickly made and carefully poured Mars on a ball of dry seaweed. Tang Ling blew carefully two breaths, and the flames started to burn.

"Not bad." Tang Ling looked satisfied and put the flames into the dry firewood. A pile of fire was successfully lifted up by Tang Ling.

"Sit." Tang Ling sat in front of the fire and reached out to roast the fire.

Even though nearly a year has passed, he is no longer an ordinary boy and no longer afraid of the cold. At least he has no feeling of the temperature at that night. But at night, there is still a fire that makes his heart feel warm.

Tang Long looked at Tang Ling's fire rising with a flowing water, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes. It was not until Tang Ling asked him to sit down that he came to his senses and sat cross-legged on the other side of the fire, facing Tang Ling.

"You said I was stupid because I didn't make a fire?" Tang Long was very smart, and he always had a tacit understanding when talking to Tang Ling.

This kind of tacit understanding is actually not unfamiliar. There was already one time when the two announced the rules of life and death together.

Perhaps, this is not called tacit understanding, it is another thing called bloodline?

"Nonsense, who would be freezing at night?" Tang Ling fiddled with the fire, took out two bottles of wine from his arms and placed it on the ground, and took out another pack of cigarettes.

"But I'm not cold." Tang Long Yangmei: "And if I remember correctly, you can make a fire out of thin air, why is it so troublesome?"

"Ah?" Tang Ling grabbed his hair. Yes, he learned that mysterious hand technique. It is still simple to create a ball of fire, so why is it so troublesome?

This guy Tang Long is really annoying. There is no need to remind you of this kind of thing deliberately?

But who is Tang Ling? How can he block Tang Long with a word from a person who has been practicing cheap people at any time in the past six months?

After skillfully disassembling the cigarette box, Tang Ling held a cigarette in his mouth, lit the cigarette through the fire, took a deep breath, and pointed at Tang Long and said, "You don't understand what life is?"

"What does it mean?" Tang Long frowned slightly, looking at the cigarette and wine that Tang Ling placed on the ground... Isn't this brat difficult to live? How did he learn the whole set of such a luxurious bad habit? Then this is what he calls life?

"I lived in a settlement when I was a child." Tang Ling exhaled a puff of smoke and looked into the distant night sky.

"Do you know what kind of place the settlement is?" Tang Ling turned his head and looked at Tang Long, and handed Tang Long a sip of cigarette.

Tang Long subconsciously took it, and Tang Ling lit another one again: "You go to smoke."

"Oh." Tang Long took a subconscious breath again, feeling something was wrong in his heart, but he relaxed inexplicably.

"Well, the settlement is the rat's nest." Tang Ling's face appeared with a smile of recollection. He originally wanted to regain his face and wanted to tell Tang Long how important a fire was, but for some reason, he really missed the settlement as he said it.

Yes, the great revenge has been avenged, and there is an inexplicable hollow in my heart. The hollow is full of memories. Tang Ling wants to tell...

"Rat's nest?" Tang Long frowned. He could not imagine why he used rat's nest to describe where humans live?

"Did you live in the place you have been living since you were a child and there is no place to live?" This time it was Tang Ling who was curious.

"No, there are many large safety villages around. By the time I was thirteen years old, the two largest had become safety areas." Tang Long thought about it carefully and answered Tang Ling.

He doesn't pay much attention to these things. Since childhood, all his life is cultivation and hatred.

Now that I think about it, Tang Long feels that his heart is empty, but what is the center of the hollow? Tang Long has no answer.

"Oh, I forgot. You are Young Master Long, how could you know such a settlement?" Tang Ling held a cigarette in her mouth and touched the wine placed next to the fire. In just a few minutes, it was already a little warm.

He picked up a pot, bite open the lid and handed it to Tang Long, then picked up another bottle himself and took a sip: "The place of residence is underground, you know that a group of ordinary people cannot live on the ground without walls."

"There are no Ziyue soldiers among you? Are you digging holes underground?" Tang Long also took a sip of wine, his mouth was slightly warm, and after entering his throat and a sense of enthusiasm exploded.

The fire was burning hot, and the hot wine rippled in the belly, the purple moon, the starry sky, the sea at night, 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 should I do if I dig out a snake?" Tang Ling looked at Tang Long with contempt.

"We live in the sewer, the sewer left by the previous civilization. In the previous civilization, aren't we just mice living in the sewer?" Tang Ling touched her arms while speaking, but didn't find anything. He looked at Tang Long: "Hey, do you have food on you?"

"No. I just brought wine." Tang Long took out two bottles of wine from his arms.

"You asked me to come out, but you didn't bring any food?! I didn't have supper, do you know?" Tang Ling stood up suddenly and looked at Tang Long with anger.

Tang Long was a little stunned. He found that Tang Ling was really popular! He was so popular that he didn't eat anything?!

"Damn it, don't sit here, go and have some food!" Tang Ling was so upset that he picked up a burning dry firewood and began to look around.

Tang Long felt a little dazed and had something to eat? Here? Is there any restaurant or something like this?

Tang Ling turned his head and understood what Tang Long was thinking. He pointed at Tang Long's nose and shouted: "Tang Long, are you stupid? He leaned against the beach and had accurate instincts. Can't you stumble on the fish and catch shrimps and pry two shells?"

"How did you survive? You feel like you're a pure fool?"

Tang Long's veins leaped straight, and after just a few words, he was fooled by Tang Ling three times. Sure enough, he couldn't talk to this brat.

"Tang Ling, if you say I'm stupid, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?" Tang Long stood up, pulled down his hood, and the wind raised his long hair, and under the moonlight, a handsome face.

Tang Ling was so angry that she saw it. Why do you always pretend to be beautiful when a father gave birth to you?

"Beat me? Am I afraid of fighting with you? I have fought a life-and-death battle two days ago. Come on, who is afraid of whom?" Tang Ling held up a torch and pulled off the hood from the coarse cloth cloak. Under his fluttering black hair, his pretty face was flying young.

A life-and-death battle? The anger in Tang Long's heart suddenly faded.

"No...you." He remembered what Tang Ling turned his head and said to the other side.

"This ring is from Tang Ling." He remembered the ring of Tang Ling in Zhang Tian's hand.

"Forget it." Tang Long took off his white cloak, and there was still a white dress inside. He loved white so much.

"What are you afraid of?" Tang Ling tilted his head.

"Look for food. I'm hungry, too." Tang Long was too lazy to argue with Tang Ling. He found that this kid had a skill, that is, he couldn't say a few things that make people want to beat him.

"You know what you know." Tang Ling rubbed his nose.

"Do you want to fight?" Tang Long raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!