When Tang Ling left the secret shop, Security Zone 17 was still stuck in the evening.

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

Looking back, the wooden house that didn't fit in place had disappeared, and to outsiders, Tang Ling was just a young man standing at the end of the alley a little dazed.

"In a real dream, life and death are only on the line. I hope to see you again. ”

This was the last thing Kun said to Tang Ling, and after he finished speaking, he did not allow Tang Ling to resist, and pushed him out of the mysterious shop with a gentle force.

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

Tang Ling moved his steps and walked towards the room where he lived temporarily, but his eyes were empty.

He couldn't digest so much information very quickly, and he couldn't care about the cruelty of the next dream.

There are only two words circling in his mind - era.

Yes, what kind of era is this?

The crudest of the settlements is the creature and simple, only a little better than the beasts.

The bomb in the hands of Quark, the Desert Eagle, reveals the pre-civilization.

In the mystery shop, everything exaggerated is far beyond the civilization power that quarks have mastered.

Is it just a small wooden house? How much space does it have? The fifteen seconds of movement, the wooden cabinet with no end in sight... All give people the illusion of subversion.

How did it come about? How could it go unnoticed?

A lot of questions can't be thought about, as soon as I think about it deeply, Tang Ling has a strong sense of tearing, the feeling of being torn apart by the times, just like the person standing at the bottom and the person standing on the height, the difference is not the distance, but the time of tens of millions of years, which cannot be broken through.

So, what kind of era is this?

Some numbly entered the house, the evening sky gradually dimmed, and a purple moon appeared outside the window, and the faint moonlight sprinkled down, enveloping Tang Ling's figure sitting in front of the window, reflecting a heavy black silhouette.

Like a huge question mark.

Loneliness will make people more helpless and confused, and thoughts will come back into their minds at this time.

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

In fact, since the tragedy of that night, Tang Ling has been constantly subverted, and when he thinks that he has accepted everything and is no longer shocked, more shocking things will appear again.

"So, we need to know more." Tang Ling stood up, and when he realized that he was young and small, the more he felt powerless in the face of the times.

And revenge, is it as easy as you imagined?

After washing his face, Tang Ling's gaze finally fell on the piece of third-level fierce beast meat that he had placed at the head of the bed.

This is his reward, a reward for enduring great mental pressure in his dreams, and scars.

It is precious, but only when it is turned into power can it make itself grow.

Tang Ling couldn't forget Su Yao's pot of broth, the feeling after drinking it!

Let the weak self become full, the strength flows through, and then the body is scorched.

A sharp recovery, even surpassing the former peak.

Otherwise, it is impossible for you to survive the dream smoothly.

If the dream is refracted to reality, then reality will be reflected in the dream.

This kind of cognition, Tang Ling is extremely sure, only those who have been in a dream will know this subtlety.

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

But thinking about the stinging pain when drinking the broth, Tang Ling cautiously tore off another thin shredded piece of meat from the meat strip, and then put it in his mouth, swallowing it without even tasting the taste.

Negligible servings.

But as soon as he entered his abdomen, Tang Ling felt a heat source quickly form in his lower abdomen, and it burst open in an instant, like a burning flame at an extremely fast speed, instantly filling his whole body, and the limbs began to flow violently.

"Hmm!" A huge pain enveloped Tang Ling with a scorching and tearing aura.

Even with some psychological preparation, Tang Ling couldn't help but let out a low breath, and the whole person curled up on the ground, his skin was red, like a ripe shrimp.

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

Tang Ling could only grit his teeth and endure...

Are you still too abrupt?

The temperature was still rising rapidly, and the speed of energy flow was getting faster and faster, it felt like a burning knife cutting through the muscles at a moment, and then desperately burrowing into the bone marrow, so painful that Tang Ling almost fainted.

But Tang Ling could feel with his precise instinct that in this kind of unbearable pain, his strength was improving.

The bones have become stronger, the muscles have become stronger and more elastic, even the blood has become thicker, and the sound of gurgling and flowing is like a metallic liquid...

"Then bear with me!" Tang Ling slammed his fist to the ground.

"Ahh ”

Tang Ling roared, his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and his eyes were vicious like wolf calves.

He wants strength, he wants revenge!!

Time passed slowly and rapidly at this moment, and I don't know how long it took, the heat finally began to slowly subside, and the force of the rapid flow began to become gentle.

Tang Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, still lying on the ground, the confrontation just now made him not want to move a tired finger.

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

The instinct of precision made him clearly feel that in fact, most of the energy was expelled from the body with the pores and dissipated in the air.

"There must be some way to avoid wasting at all, right? So what's the solution? Tang Ling thought about it attentively, and the passing physical strength began to recover little by little.

At this moment, in the room where Tang Ling was, there was the sound of opening the door and undisguised footsteps.

'Squeak', the door was pushed open by a loud horn, and the person who came was Su Yao, who was holding a cigarette.

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

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

Besides, Tang Ling had no one to talk to, but Su Yao seemed to know a lot.

Su Yi ignored Tang Ling, but picked up the third-level fierce beast meat on the table and put it down casually.

"Third-level fierce beast meat, boy, the harvest is good, I can get a few pieces a year." Su Yi said this very casually, and he didn't even look back at Tang Ling, he leaned back on the sofa directly, puffing out the smoke in silence.

The night was dark, and there was no light in the room, and in the silence, the figures of the two men seemed to be swallowed up by the purple and black night.