"Stinky boy, I guess I won't be back early today." Boss Huang leaned in front of the door of the Angry Building, and sighed while looking at the women coming and going on the street.

Then he whispered: "At such a young age, all your life is right and wrong." I hope this kid understands that no matter how young he is, a man has a man's insistence. Don't let the ignorant little girl waste her thoughts. ”

"Hey, what is the situation in the world? Orthodox people go on a hunger strike every day! I've been on hunger strike for two days..."Roaring like this, Boss Huang Shi Shiran walked back to the Crazy Building.

**

Ring Sea Road.

Tang Ling squatted on the side of the road, smoking quietly.

Han Xing was on the side, and he also followed Tang Ling to smoke quietly, of course, the cigarette was asked by Tang Ling for nothing.

The shouts from the first floor of the cabin area have been heard one after another, and they have all been transmitted to the road around the sea, which shows how wonderful this outlaw ring is.

Pearl Fang was originally very close to the Huanhai Road.

Tang Ling didn't know why he came here, he just wanted to feel the heartfelt attitude of the other side, and he came when he wanted to come.

"Brother, I won't persuade you. But I've thought about it for a long time, and there's one thing I still have to tell you. Han Xing hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to tell Tang Ling what he knew.

Tang Ling was silent.

Han Xing scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I think although we haven't known each other for a long time, the time we will get along in the future will not be short." ”

"To the appetite too! So, we should be friends. ”

Tang Ling did not deny it.

"Since we are friends, I must tell you that the other side and Tang Long..."

"Tang Long?" Tang Ling raised his eyebrows, before he heard someone in the audience shouting the name Tang Long, and at this time, from Han Xing's mouth, he determined that Long Shao's real name was Tang Long.

What a coincidence, all surnamed Tang? But this was not enough to make Tang Ling think deeply.

In fact, there are very few people who know that Tang Long is also Tang Feng's son, and it is impossible for Han Xing to know.

"Yes, Tang Long." Han Xing replied like this, and suddenly a trace of doubt arose in his heart, why are they all surnamed Tang? Why do they all have an instinct for precision? How can this be so coincidental?

But the whole world knows that Tang Feng has only one son, and his name is Tang Ling.

Tang Long became famous very early, and he was the person that the Star Council focused on cultivating, and even the big man of the Star Council was his father-in-law.

Even if his background is mysterious, it has nothing to do with Tang Feng, right? The former Dragon Army and the Council of Stars are mortal enemies!

However, the more I think about it, the more I feel some... Unspeakably bizarre, huh?

Han Xing naturally wouldn't rashly say his guess, he just wanted to express what he just said to Tang Ling clearly.

"Well, it's just that Tang Long and the other side don't just know each other. Many people who know them have tacitly assumed that they will be together in the future... They all regard the other side as a woman appointed by Tang Long. As for the Star Council, I don't know if it's also..."Han Xing's words became quieter and quieter, as he saw Tang Ling's expression change.

Yes, Tang Ling was stung again.

But, but...

"Does the other side approve of this matter? Did she take a stand? Tang Ling couldn't help but feel sad and asked.

"Not really." Han Xing told the truth.

"Well, then I see." Tang Ling snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, and the drizzle that had been falling in the sky drenched his and Han Xing's hair and clothes.

"Okay, you know." Han Xing didn't say much anymore, what could he say?

"Let's go back." At this point, from the other end of the Huanhai Road, entering the entrance to the cabin area, the noise of the crowd reached its peak.

Was that dragon shao completely victorious? Who knows, Tang Ling walked in the direction of the station in the drizzle.

Han Xing followed behind Tang Ling.

"Polymerized conch mud, selling polymerized conch mud, does anyone want it?" Huanhai Road is still lively over there, and there are still all kinds of shops, all kinds of stalls, and all kinds of people selling messy things on the roadside.

Polymerized conch mud? Tang Ling's heart moved, and he stopped.

This kind of polymerized conch mud is a specialty of the seaside in the Purple Moon Era, although it is not too precious, but it is definitely not common.

It sounds strange to hear the name, it seems to be a kind of earth, and it looks like a kind of conch.

In fact, it is a 'waste' formed by the death of a conch called a snail that decomposes after the death of a snail shell that is eaten by a pre-civilized polyp variant.

It can also be understood as the feces of that mutant creature.

Doesn't sound like much! But in fact, as long as it is involved in metal production, whether it is a metal maker like Boss Huang who maintains an ancient charm, or a super-technological metal manufacturing factory, they all value this material very much.

Because it is a super adhesive, it can be blended to form a wonderful fusion agent.

Since the process of formation is not easy, it is not common, and the price cannot be said to be cheap.

Selling something like this on Huanhai Road? In fact, it doesn't have to worry about sales.

Tang Ling thought about it as he stopped and walked up to the man who was yelling to buy conch mud.

The man's clothes were still wet, and he looked like a seafarer who had just gotten his harvest and had come ashore to sell it.

This ancient profession has not changed from the previous civilization to the present, because the sea still exists.

The man was a little shivering at this time, thinking that he had just returned from the sea, and it was a little cold in this drizzly weather.

Seeing Tang Ling coming, he shouted directly: "No sale, no two prices, this piece is 90 Black Sea coins." ”

Tang Ling squatted down and looked at a fist-sized piece of aggregate conch mud in his frame, no wonder he would sell it here.

Because whether it is the blacksmith shop or the metal factory, it is the wholesale price of this thing, and if you take more and take less, the price is the same, and people don't have to worry about running out of supply.

Therefore, no one wants to sell this small amount at wholesale price, which is really a loss.

It depends on whether there is someone who happens to have the demand and can come up with a good price.

Tang Ling picked up this piece of conch mud, and after carefully identifying the authenticity and fakeness, he did not bargain, and directly gave the sea catcher ninety Black Sea coins.

The price is reasonable.

"I'm X, so expensive, what are you buying it for?" Han Xing doesn't understand Tang Ling's behavior pattern, could it be that he is out of love and uses shopping to vent?! Even if you vent, you don't have to do it, do you? Buy a thing you don't know what to use it for, and pay back 90 Black Sea coins?

"I'm useful." Tang Ling didn't explain.

In fact, he has always been concerned about giving the other side a gift, and the original plan was to ask Luo Xin to help him choose it.

But suddenly meeting a man selling conch mud made Tang Ling change his mind.

He is now striking iron, and some basic books about ironing, Boss Huang is open to him, so that he can take a break between occasional breaks.

These books are not anything profound, they are nothing more than the identification of some rough metals, some alloys, and some materials.

There are also a variety of iron-striking patterns.

Tang Ling does not refuse to come, even if it is something that is not profound, his speed is very fast anyway.

He still remembers that there was an interesting thing in the catalogue that made a deep impression on him, which was a colorful magnetic flower carved out of metal.

The petals can mimic the appearance of fluttering in the wind, but they are always controlled by the stamens in the center, a superalloy-grade magnet.

At that time, Tang Ling felt very luxurious, because the materials needed for this colorful magnetic flower not only involved super alloys, but also needed conch mud to blend some alloys with rich colors, and the cost was too high, just to make a toy-like thing.

But... The other side will like it, right? Tang Ling didn't plan to give the kind of magnetic flower that he had in the original picture on the other side, he thought of a plant that was difficult to erase in his memory-Four-Colored Rongying.

He wanted to use the principle of the colorful magnetic flower to create a four-colored velvet flower to give to the other side.

In fact, this plant involved precious memories of him and his sister, and it was impossible for Tang Ling to take out such memories and share them.

It's just that he just wants to create such a four-colored velvet and give it to the other side, there is no reason, and he doesn't want to ask the reason.

Well, the four-colored velvet Ying actually doesn't exist, if there is, I'm afraid there is only one in the world that he will create in the future, a unique one.

Will the other side like it?

Tang Ling pondered, but Han Xing, who was standing beside him, suddenly grabbed the conch mud in his hand, and Tang Ling, who was a little stunned, ran directly towards the other end of the Huanhai Road.

What are you doing? Tang Ling was a little puzzled and grabbed Han Xing.

But he heard a very lively sound behind him, the incessant noise of the crowd, gradually approaching the place where he stood.

Tang Ling frowned and instinctively turned his head.

Then he saw that Tang Long, who was wearing a white uniform, was walking in the center of the crowd like a prince, and there were countless people surrounding him, chasing him, looking at him with adoring eyes, and talking about something enthusiastically.

Around Tang Long, there were many bodyguards isolating Tang Long and the crowd, so that Tang Long could walk elegantly and calmly in such a crowded situation.

Really, after playing three battles, the white clothes on his body are still spotless, how powerful is it?

Han Xing thought so, and slowly, he frowned.

The two teenagers who also have the instinct of precision, Tang Ling's strength is probably weaker than Tang Long.

But Tang Ling didn't think about it, his eyes fell on the person beside Tang Long.

Who else can walk beside Tang Long, let Tang Long hold an umbrella for her all the time, and his eyes have been on her? Isn't it the other side?

She is still very beautiful, walking in the crowd with Tang Long, like a prince and princess, like an idol in the crazy star-making period of the former civilization.

But he, a guy standing in the rain with a piece of black conch mud, his hair soaked and his clothes wet, looks very unobtrusive, right?

However, the other side saw Tang Ling.

Similarly, Tang Long also turned his head and saw Tang Ling, and the smile on his face gradually solidified.