When Tang Ling left the mysterious store, the safety area No. 17 was still stuck in the evening.

The dark sky in the alley and the wind that blew through seemed to be no different from before he came.

Looking back, the incompatible wooden house had disappeared. To outsiders, Tang Ling was just a young man standing at the end of the alley.

"In a true dream, life and death are only on the verge of the moment. I hope I can see you coming."

This is the last thing Kun said to Tang Ling. After saying that, Tang Ling could not resist and used a gentle force to push him out of the mysterious store.

So, what is the real dream? How cruel is it?

Tang Ling moved his footsteps and walked towards the room she was temporarily living, but his eyes were empty.

He could not digest so much information very quickly, and he could not care about the cruelty of the next dream.

There are only two words that circulate repeatedly in his mind - times.

Yes, what kind of era is this?

The roughest and simplest place in the settlement, and only a better life than the wild beasts.

The bomb in Quark's hand, the desert eagle, revealed the former civilization.

In the mysterious store, everything exaggerated is far beyond the power of civilization controlled by Quark.

It is clearly just a small wooden house? How big is it? The fifteen-second movement, the wooden cabinet that can't see the end... all make people feel a subversive illusion.

How did it appear? How could it not be discovered by others?

Many questions cannot be considered. When you think deeply, Tang Ling will feel a strong sense of tearing. The feeling of being torn apart by the times is like a person standing at the bottom and a person standing at a high place. The difference between the distance is not the distance, but the time cannot be broken through in millions of years.

So, what kind of era is this?

I entered the house with some numbness. The evening light gradually dimmed. A purple moon appeared outside the window. The faint moonlight shone down, covering Tang Ling's figure sitting in front of the window, reflecting the heavy black silhouette.

Like a huge question mark.

Loneliness will make people feel more helpless and confused, and longing will come to my mind at this time.

When he remembered his mother-in-law and sister again, Tang Ling came back to his senses from this torn thinking, barely suppressed the pain, and stood up.

In fact, from the beginning of the tragedy that night, Tang Ling was constantly subverted. When he thought he could accept everything and no longer be shocked, even more shocking things would happen again.

"So, you need to know more." Tang Ling stood up, and when he found himself insignificant, he felt more and more powerless to face the times.

And is revenge as easy as you imagined?

After washing his face, Tang Ling's eyes finally fell on the third-level ferocious beast meat he placed on the bedside.

This is his reward, which is the reward he received after enduring tremendous mental pressure and scars in his dream.

It is precious, but only by turning into strength can it allow itself to grow.

Tang Ling can’t forget Su Yao’s pot of meat soup, what it feels like after drinking it!

Let the weak self become full, the power flows through, and then the hot body.

It recovered sharply, even surpassing its former peak.

Otherwise, you will not be able to survive the dream smoothly.

If the dream will reflect reality, then reality will also truly react in the dream.

Tang Ling was extremely confident in this kind of cognition, and only those who had dreamed would know this subtlety.

Thinking of this, Tang Ling had calmly picked up the meat piece and tore off a very small piece of meat from it with great effort.

But after thinking about the stinging pain when drinking the broth, Tang Ling carefully tore off a thin shredded pork from the meat strips, and then put it in his mouth. He swallowed it without even tasting the taste.

Almost negligible portions.

But as soon as it entered his abdomen, Tang Ling felt a mass of heat quickly forming in his lower abdomen and burst out instantly, just like a burning flame filling his whole body at an extremely fast speed, and began to flow violently across his limbs and bones.

"Well!" A huge pain wrapped Tang Ling with a scorching and torn breath.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Tang Ling couldn't help but exhale, curled up on the ground, her skin turned red, like a ripe shrimp.

You should know that even if you eat a large pot of broth brought by Su Yao, the pain is far less than one-tenth of that at this time.

Tang Ling had no choice but to grit her teeth and endure...

Are you still a little too abrupt?

The temperature was still rising rapidly, and the energy flow was getting faster and faster. It felt like a burning knife was cutting the muscles a little, and then it was desperately drilling into the bone marrow. Tang Ling almost fainted after the pain.

But Tang Ling could feel with his precise instinct that his strength was improving in this inhuman-bearable pain.

The bones become tougher, the muscles become stronger and elastic, and even the blood becomes thicker, and the gurgling sound is like a metal liquid...

"Then let it go!" Tang Ling punched the ground.

"Ah..." He clenched his fist and punched again: "Then hold it back."

Tang Ling roared, her sweaty hair was pressed against her forehead, and her eyes were as fierce as a wolf calf.

He wants strength, he wants revenge!!

Time passed slowly and quickly at this moment. I don’t know how long it took, the high temperature finally began to fade slowly, and the rapid flowing force began to calm down.

Tang Ling breathed a sigh of relief and was still lying on the ground. The confrontation just now made him feel tired and didn't want to move a single finger.

And in his heart, he didn't have any joy: "Why can he absorb only a small part of those energy?"

The precise instinct made him clearly feel that most of the energy was actually discharged from the body with the pores and dissipated into the air.

"There must be some way to avoid wasting it at all, right? What's the way?" Tang Ling thought in a daze, and the passing physical strength began to recover bit by bit.

At this moment, the sound of opening the door and unconcealed footsteps came from the room where Tang Ling was in.

With a 'creak', the door was pushed open by big ladies, and the person coming was Su Yao with a cigarette in his mouth.

He glanced at Tang Ling lying on the ground and didn't care much. Instead, Tang Ling climbed up from the ground with a little difficulty. He had many questions in his heart. He wanted to tell Su Yao, although this man was still very strange.

But the little gratitude has given Tang Ling a little trust in Su Yao.

Besides, no one can tell Tang Ling, but Su Yao seemed to know a lot.

Su Yao ignored Tang Ling, but picked up the third-level ferocious beast meat placed on the table and weighed it and put it down.

"Level 3 ferocious beast meat, boy, I have a good harvest. I can get a few pieces a year." Su Yao said this casually, and without even looking back at Tang Ling, he leaned on the sofa and sucked and sniffled the smoke in silence.
Chapter completed!