If you don’t read it for the second time, you will just deceive yourself.

The ability to remember everything from time to time means that Tang Ling is destined to engrave the content of this letter deeply into his soul and cannot be forgotten a word.

Tang Ling wanted to deceive himself like this, but he could not face such pain again for the second time. The deep affection expressed between every word is a powerful tool that can hurt him.

Carefully put the letter away and put it close to you, Tang Ling stood up calmly.

He leaned against the window expressionlessly, and his ten fingers that were holding the window were deeply pierced into the window.

Sadness, pain, and longing are not his whole mood at this time. There is still anger and hatred above these moods.

These two emotions came so strongly, but were suppressed heavily, just like flames that did not burst out, forming hot magma under heavy pressure, flowing from Tang Ling's heart to every part of his body.

Star Council!

Thinking of these four words, a terrifying sneer appeared on Tang Ling's face. The hatred and murderous intent emitting from his deep black eyes seemed to freeze the entire world.

Star Council...Look, what did they torture my sister and my lover?

The cruel scene came to Tang Ling's mind again. On that bloody night, her young and helpless sister looked like she was surrounded by a group of corpses.

She will die, she is already dead.

At that time, Tang Ling had only such thoughts. Even if she recalled again, the heartbreak at that moment still made Tang Ling unable to breathe in pain.

But what I didn't expect was...

With a "bang", the window shattered in Tang Ling's hand. The sharp wooden thorn pierced into Tang Ling's palm without any defense, but Tang Ling was unaware of it.

If it's really dead, instead...

In theory, this kind of thought should not be, but compared to such torture, death is actually a relief?

Tang Ling felt that he could not simulate the original mood of the other side. How panic and helpless was when he was surrounded by a group of corpses?

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

Next? Then there is the real torture like purgatory! In a harsh enclosed space, a little girl wanders in it...

More than ten years, how did the other side survive?

How does fate bear to treat the other side like this? Is it because of the genetic chain of difficulties? But what did the other side do wrong?

A trace of blood oozed out from Tang Ling's fingertips, and the wound that was pricked by the wooden thorns finally burst out under Tang Ling's fist, which became tighter and tighter...

But how can we vent Tang Ling's hatred in this way? Yes, no, even a trace of it. Under this hatred, only by twisting the Star Council into pieces can we slightly calm the anger.

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

If possible, Tang Ling would rather replace the other side to bear all these tortures, but this is just an assumption. Who would have imagined that such a young and innocent sister would bear all this?

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

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

For this warmth, she deliberately paid Tang Long and Xingchen Council. What a silly girl. Such torture has not completely seized her kindness. Her affection and friendship are vaguely correct in her heart...

Tang Ling's mood fluctuated, and at this moment, the hatred was overwhelmed by regret.

Once again, if he had known this earlier, he would have spent all his years in the fragments of time and space to accompany the other side.

Compared to hatred, this kind of regret is a complete torture. But at this moment, the dream mark on Tang Ling's arm began to get hot.

The familiar, illusion-like and real sleepiness came, 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 view outside the window did not change much, but there was an inexplicable half-closed door in the room.

Tang Ling was already familiar with these things and had almost no hesitation. Tang Ling turned around and flashed to the door and pushed open the door of Dreams.

**

Same, everything is the same as before.

The vast hall that seemed to have no end, the black place reflected the stars from where they were from.

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

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

Tang Ling's idea of ​​Kun was like this, but now he is not in the mood to tease Kun.

Of course, if you really make fun of Kun like this, Kun will probably be skeptical with Tang Ling, rather than just now, when you see Tang Ling, you will greet him in a relaxed tone: "Hi, boy, it's been a long time."

Tang Ling did not feel like greeting. After Kun greeted him, he could hardly wait to speak: "Kun, I..."

Kun glanced at Tang Ling sideways, raised his hand, which was originally dragging his jaw, and then pinched it a little mischievously. Tang Ling's mouth seemed to be pinched, and she couldn't even say a word.

Tang Ling was obviously angry. Although he couldn't make a sound, his frown and angry eyes had already explained all this.

But Kun seemed to find it very fun, and when he moved his fingers, 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 were connected, and Tang Ling was controlled by him involuntarily, "Ahhh" and "Oh Oh". Kun was very happy. His bright smile was so contagious, but Tang Ling couldn't be happy. He had no mood to play games with Kun. He suddenly became serious. His original anger was suppressed by him. He began to observe what he focused on? Even if the object he was facing was Kun, he would fight back at this moment. He had to get some answers...

Kun was not without perception of Tang Ling's seriousness, but what should he care about? He didn't think Tang Ling could make waves in front of him.

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

The punch wrapped around energy, and with the angle of the punch, a small vortex formed, and then disappeared silently.

But Kun and Tang Ling both understood that it was the small energy vortex that deviated the energy wire connected to Kun's hand a little bit through the rotational force, and then Kun lost control of Tang Ling.

"Well? It's interesting." Kun's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking at this moment.

But Tang Ling was not in the mood to guess Kun’s intentions. He took this opportunity to speak quickly: “I want to know about the other side, you must know what happened?”

Surprisingly, Kun did not make things difficult for Tang Ling, but he did not answer Tang Ling, but looked at Tang Ling with interest and asked: "It seems that you have already practiced "Eye Forging". What? Spiritual Eyes are considered to be a small success?"

Tang Ling answered 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 his back, and walked leisurely to Tang Ling: "Do you know the rules of the dream world?"

Tang Ling: "I know that if you have something to gain, you must make some efforts. Then don't talk nonsense, come up with any challenges."

Kun smiled, and did not allow Tang Ling to resist, and directly pulled Tang Ling's hand. Tang Ling's palm was covered with scars and many wooden thorns were pierced in a row.

"Tsk tsk, how hard is it to let this small wooden thorn pierce into your skin?"

Tang Ling didn't answer, these were meaningless nonsense to him.

Kun didn't mind either. He pulled Tang Ling's wrist and used a little force. A domineering energy directly poured into Tang Ling's wrist. Then he rushed out and squeezed out all the wooden thorns in Tang Ling's hand and shot out.

After doing all this, Kun pulled Tang Ling's other hand and did it in the same way.

After picking up the wooden thorns in both hands, Kun raised his hand and a top-level cell repair potion appeared in Kun's hands.

Without any pain at all, he poured the cell repair potion on Tang Ling's palm, and Tang Ling's palm recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The challenge is very difficult. Are you still delusional in this state?" Kun Yangmei walked behind the counter while speaking.

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

Tang Ling didn't ask, because what Kun said made sense, and what he had to do would definitely not harm him, but he just needed to exchange for the so-called challenge results.

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

"Your arm is problematic." Kun Rushi said.

"Recovered." Tang Ling's answer was very simple. After being knocked unconscious by Zhang Tian, ​​he was taken back to the Anger Tower. Although Zhang Tian did not stand up to communicate with him from the beginning to the end, Tang Ling still felt in his sleep. Zhang Tian had come to his room and should have used the top cell repair potion and had dealt with his arms.

Facing Tang Ling's answer, Kun looked at Tang Ling with anger and mocking look.

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

Tang Ling was speechless. He could actually feel that his burned arm had some tiny veins that were blocked.

Such seemingly slight damage has no great impact on his combat effectiveness, but in fact his greatest ability requires perfect cooperation from his body. A slight mistake can make a huge mistake, and this impact is difficult to measure.

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

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

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

Tang Ling smeared it 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 the user, Tang Ling felt that it was the most direct. As soon as she applied the ointment, she gently penetrated, with a powerful recovery effect, which made ordinary people feel directly.

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

But his gratitude has not lasted for a few seconds.

Kun had already spoken plainly: "This ointment is called Shengsheng ointment. It was once a reward for challenging the advanced purple moon warriors. Well, to get a bottle of Shengsheng ointment, you need to have an A-level or above evaluation."

Tang Ling had already heard the wrong thing and looked up and asked, "What does it mean?"

"200 Dream Coin, is this very direct, right?" Kun didn't hide it.

When Tang Ling heard this, he didn't show much attention: "Okay, 200 Dream Coins. I will settle the settlement after the challenge. So... what is the value of the problem on the other side?"

"It's impossible to estimate, it depends on what you need? In short, the more the better." Kun's answer was a little vague.
To be continued...