Dark Moon Era

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"Bug, little bug raised by a **** !!!"

"Why are you a bug forever!" Abber trembled so much, not because of anger, resentment, jealousy, or fear?

He can't be calm at this moment!

The fear that death would come at any time tortured him. Under this torture, think about the Ivy League United Academy and think about the great future, all kinds of complex emotions will intensify, how can he calm down?

In addition, Tang Ling's genius undoubtedly made Aber as if he had swallowed a poison.

He always had a high self-esteem, but he still had an inferiority complex in his heart that could not be mentioned.

He shouldn't have grown up in the backcountry's 17th safe zone. He should be by his mother's side and enjoy all the resources of his mother's stronger family.

However, he was looked down on, and he was not qualified.

The original words of the family over there were: "This child is not qualified for family training. His talent is too poor!"

Poor talent? How ridiculous the term is to be applied to itself.

What's wrong with his talent? The potential of the gene chain close to the five-star talent, although there is a partial door, but not a talent that is completely waste.

He refused.

But the facts do not allow him to disagree. When he met his peers and his cousins' dazzling strength, he could only shrink to become a 'rural' kid.

Only by staying in safe zone 17 can he find some self-esteem and balance.

So he was jealous of all geniuses.

He had asked Leinor to pass on his dagger stunt to himself, remembering that time, Leinor agreed very reluctantly, and said he only demonstrated 10 times.

Undoubtedly, since promised, Leno is afraid to perfuse.

After explaining the principle clearly, Leno also decomposed 10 times in slow motion and showed it to Aber. Unfortunately, Aber did not learn.

So far, Abbott hasn't learned it, although he often practices quietly and feels that he has achieved some results.

Tang Ling, why can Tang Ling learn? why? !! If he has his talent, what kind of treatment should he enjoy in the family of his mother?

Aber hated himself a little bit, still thinking about these things? He couldn't calm his torture, he stood up and turned the music in the room to the loudest.

He can only quiet down if he only fantasizes that he is the man he admires, falling into deep fantasies.

It is a pity that even this music is now a tortured tune, because the man turned out to be ...

The matter had been confirmed, and Aber's face had a weird smile.

"It's over." Tang Ling grabbed the last head and placed it in the lobby on the third floor.

There is no doubt that in the Anse family, the higher the ranks, the deeper the sin.

Tang Ling even found an interesting diary and just flipped through it. He found countless filthy things that involved many members of the Anse family, who even sold humans.

Babies born in settlements in Safe Zone No. 17.

Is there no trace of goodness in this family's genes? Tang Ling placed the last head.

The 73rd person.

Then, staring at the big screen smashed these evil heads one by one.

No insult is too much, they are not worthy of the peace of the dead.

Then, Tang Ling, carrying his sword, headed for the fourth floor.

How many are left? It should have been six, but he found a pinched corpse on the second floor, which must have been used by Su Yao to establish a prestige.

So, there are only five left.

Among them are Abbott and Cowleyn.

The killing of Abel completely endured the hatred of Vivian and Amir.

Kill Cowleyn and end it all.

Tang Ling's heart is full of inexplicable emotions. He needs to think about her mother-in-law's hands, the taste of her sister, the pain of Su Yao's kick on her body, and the warmth of getting along with the Raptors team, in order to suppress the negative effects of these killings influences.

Because the killing will never be his inner support, I am afraid he can never indulge in the sense of control brought by the killing.

‘Pah’, Tang Ling stood on the last step of the fourth floor.

Before the body stood still, the two figures attacked Tang Ling from two directions.

This is the maximum range allowed by Uncle Su Yao's rules, and the Ans family struggling in the end will definitely use it.

"Is this the beginning?" Tang Ling's body leaned back, and a huge standard sword drew across his face, bringing up a cold wind.

But at this time, even if the body leaned back, Tang Ling could kick out and kick the other sword to his standard sword.

Such monsters are always accurate and always have the peak fighting consciousness.

Cowleyn had a pair of glasses on his nose, and a booklet in his hand that read 'Top Secret', and watched the battle indifferently.

He wants to know what other cards Tang Ling hasn't dealt?

Now it seems that everything is within his judgment, and there should be no other hole cards? Except that state.

Well, that state ... he won't succeed.

With this in mind, Cowleyn bowed his head, and the page on which the book was read repeatedly contained a few simple lines.

Tang Feng—Talent is unknown. Suspected of ‘copy’ talent. Suspected of ‘sight’ talent. Suspected of ‘understanding’ talent.

But according to the information that I have circulated, he only acknowledges that he has the ‘precision’ talent.

With a slap, Cowlein closed the booklet. He would never believe that the man who once stood on top of the world had only one precise talent.

What a garbage talent? Can you communicate any of the powers of nature? Can increase wisdom and understanding? Or can they nurture themselves? Not to mention, more advanced, the ability called law talent, such as space talent.

What is precision talent? In Klein's understanding, from thousands of examples, it has been proven that it will only make people better at long-range attacks, and nothing more, it is a garbage talent in the garbage.

"Tang Ling? He exposed Tang Feng's secrets. Both their father and son should be capable of comprehending a class of talents. Very talented, unfortunately it is definitely not a‘ copy ’talent that people have delusional.” Coclain said to himself.

If there really is a talent for replication, all the powerful people in this world are afraid that there is no way out.

Thinking of this, Coclain calmly picked up the cigar placed on the edge of the ashtray and took another breath.

He is such a cautious person. While he feels that Tang Ling has only the talent of the wind system, he is also consulting the information and closely watching Tang Ling.

Then finally came to his own conclusion.

In the picture at this moment, the two Ziyue fighters who attacked Tang Ling were about to lose.

In fact, there is no possibility of victory. Tang Ling's basic ability absolutely reaches the ability of the third-order Ziyue soldier. Can these two guys who are less than second-order support the geometry?

They are no more powerful than Leno, and they can live on the fourth floor. They are noble because they were born noble. They are children of the Once family and other families.

The sad Once family, they have worked so hard for so long, and in the end they still only have a third-order Ziyue soldier.

The smoke lingered in Cowleyn's room, and he wouldn't be surprised by Tang Ling's state at this time.

He was only calculating time, and in what way Tang Ling actually improved so much? When will it end? What are the negative effects after the end?

This is the gap between short thoughts, and two heads fly up.

The Once family destroyed them again, and their heads were placed in the fourth floor hall.

Then, the next.

But soon, Tang Ling was surprised to find that this guy, the little white-faced, well-known in the safe area of ​​No. 17, his sister-in-law was actually driven crazy.

He was urinating from beach to beach next to his bed, carrying a terrifying pet cat, constantly yelling 'Mom, Mum'.

Tang Ling stepped forward, opened his hand, and let go of the innocent pet cat.

This may be one of the few clean creatures of this sinful Once family, and the crazy little white face was snatched away by the cat, and began to slap, bite Tang Ling, and shouted, 'You return my mother , Mother is going to sleep with the baby. ’

What disgusting dialogue is this? Tang Ling's disgusting frown, his sword raised, directly ended this nauseating discourse.

What a coincidence. The last one left to him by these four layers turned out to be Eber. He wondered, what kind of expression would Eber greet him?

With a bang, Tang Ling kicked the last door.

Although he only lived on the fourth floor, Aber's gates were all different, inlaid with a pattern made of pure gold. He was heir after all.

Then, Tang Ling saw Aibo.

He didn't wear standard armor, or any armor, and didn't take any weapons. He just sat on a wide chair, facing the door, and looked at Tang Ling with a weird smile.

There was a piece of pre-civilized music echoing in the room, of course Tang Ling could understand it, which was one of several languages ​​he knew.

In fact, the words spoken in the No. 17 safety zone are also a language developed on the basis of this language.

Aibo turned a blind eye to Tang Ling's arrival, he just hummed the song obsessively.

"

He plays cards like deep meditation

He never hesitates to play cards

hedoesn \ '

He does not play cards for money. "

Tang Ling stood in front of the door and listened quietly, and Abo suddenly stopped humming and looked at Tang Ling: "Listen to the lyrics, what do you think?"

Tang Ling frowned, but he didn't rush to do it. He found something interesting that he needed to observe.

And Aber didn't seem to care whether Tang Ling would answer, and he continued to say, "You will think, this is a piece of music that belongs to men."

"I listened to it thousands of times, ten thousand times? I really think so! A man is planning, a man is familiar with all the rules of the game, he sees everything, he is so easy to control."

"But none of this ultimately touched his heart."

"Do you hear this? I understand that spades are like sharp swords held by soldiers, plum blossoms are like roaring guns on the battlefield. In this art-like game, the blocks are like money ..."

"But in the end, butthat \ 'snottheshapeof? My? Heart."

"Isn't it interesting? Because you can't help but want to explore, a man above all else, unable to be touched by money, power, and victory. What is his heart in the end? How powerful is it? What is the tenderness in his inner castle? "

"And for a long time, you really want to be him. Even if it is just the surface, the man who treats everything as a game and plays it seriously, but is not restrained." Abel said a lot in one breath.

Tang Ling's face was calm: "Well, that's a good word."

"No, it's not good! Because this song represents the deepest heart of a man, but how many men in this world deserve it? Anyway, I don't deserve it, so I only listen to it often and go to fantasy."

"Tang Ling, do you want to know a secret?" Abb stood up, and he even had the mood to pour himself a glass of wine.

Tang Ling said nothing.

"This song is a song once loved by a hero and a big hero. At that time, I was still young, and the only scene I remember was this."

"Safe Zone 17 is in danger. A group of baddies, a group of fierce beasts, are about to be destroyed."

"A man with a group of people, a small group of people, just fifty, sixty? I'm not sure, and then resolved the crisis."

"Of course I can't forget his heroic appearance on the battlefield, but what I can't forget is that he stood under a pile of dead mountains, then slowly squatted down, and he even lost his mind."

"Of course, I do n’t know why he lost his mind? I did n’t even understand his eyes at that time. I was just held by my father, looking at him in worship, listening to the humming tone in his mouth, and remembering that sentence Lyrics-butthat \ 'snottheshapeof? My? Heart. "

Eber said here, drank the wine in his hand, tilted his head and looked at Tang Ling: "Interesting story, right? Do you want to hear it? A secret."

"You finished?" Tang Ling approached Aiber step by step, raised his sword, pointed directly at Aiber, and said word by word, "I don't want to hear any secrets."

"I don't need this secret in exchange for my life, I will die directly. I have only one request, to keep my complete body, I don't want my mother to be too sad when I see my body. So you are not interested?" Eber was a little flustered, and his hand pouring the bottle was shaking slightly.

"I don't want to listen, fight." Tang Ling's attitude was firm.

Abel sighed, drank the second glass of wine, and slowly took out a pistol from his clothes.

In fact, at the current speed of Tang Ling, it is difficult for a pistol to pose too much threat to him. He was not a top-level gunner, and it was difficult to maintain accuracy, let alone to capture a target at all.

If you don't hit it, just wait for death.

"Fight it with me?" Tang Ling taunted?

Eber said, "I absolutely believe that you are a promise keeper, and the piece of paper on which the secret is written is placed on my desk, leaving my entire body."

After speaking, Aibo didn't wait for Tang Ling to say any words, and directed a backhand shot directly at his heart, and fired.

It is a desert eagle, and the bullets it shoots are self-evident. The front may be a simple bullet hole, but the back will leave a large scar on the bowl.

Abel said something inexplicable, and just committed suicide? Do not doubt, even if it is a second-order Ziyue soldier, even if it is a talented defensive Ziyue soldier, at such a distance, shoot at the heart, it is impossible to survive.

The power of firearms is respectable! The reason why the threat to the Ziyue Warrior is not so much is only because of its speed and neural response ability.

Tang Ling looked at Abo, but there was no unexpected expression on his face.

He paced slowly to the side of Abb's body, picking his tiptoe slightly, Abb's body turned over, and his back was awful.

No heartbeat, no breathing, and the body slowly began to stiffen.

The choice left to Tang Ling is nothing more than to give him a decent integrity? Then I went directly to see the secret. In fact, it was not a loss. Anyway, Tang Ling finally planned to burn the house.

However, Tang Ling did not go to the desk, but sat down beside Aber's body. Here is a bar where the wine that Aber just opened is still on the bar.

Tang Ling was not a gentleman. He picked up this bottle of wine and took a big sip.

He didn't really want to delay time, he also needed a little alcohol to calm down some kind of complex mixed resistance in his heart.

"Do you know why you are inferior to Andrew?" Tang Ling put down the bottle, and he was talking to himself. Of course, it was impossible for Aber to die to respond to Tang Ling.

"Because Andrew is better than you, not just your head. He is more like a man. At least when he knows he can't escape, he dares to fight me upright."

"Then, he was more aware of the difference between small intelligence and great wisdom. Great wisdom forced the enemy to agree to his request. For example, in the end, I did not continue to hurt Andrew's partner, and did not even care about Genk's departure. "

"Little clever is like you." While Tang Ling was talking, the long knife of Class B alloy was placed on Aber's neck, but there was a certain distance from Aber's neck.

Tang Ling stopped talking, he paused for a second, and suddenly the sword was cut off directly, and Aber's head and body separated instantly.

But the brain's consciousness will not be interrupted because of this. At this moment, Abel even opened his eyes and looked at Tang Ling incredibly.

Tang Ling gave him a scornful look and took another sip of wine, saying, "I gave you a chance to fight, but the chance is often only once. So, this time you go straight to death."

"Do you think you said half of the so-called secret, which aroused my curiosity, I will definitely go to see the paper, and then be a person who keeps my promise? Anyway, I am not losing?"

"No. First, I hate the secrets in your mouth. Second, I hate people playing mental games with me, and I hate being led by the nose. Your layout is not exciting at all."

"Finally, you must be wondering, why did I see you through? Well, I won't tell you." Tang Ling talked, walked over and raised Aber's head, at this time Aber had completely lost consciousness.

But Tang Ling did not leave, but stood in the room and continued listening to the unfinished music.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and kept his head silent.

When the last lyrics were sung, he walked over, picked up the vinyl record in the record player, and shattered it without hesitation.

Then he walked out of the room, carrying Aber's head, and never went to the desk.

Su Xiao looked at the sky with a sad look, but a serious expression.

He 'sees' everything, and he understands what Tang Ling is doing, but this result is still expected.

"I actually lived a failure in this life. I think my son will resent me when he grows up. Maybe he won't understand me all his life." Tang Feng rarely felt sad, but this time he wanted to laugh, but in his eyes Deeply sad.

"What can I do for you? My brother?" Su Xiao is still looking at the sky ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but there is no answer in his heart.

He can't do anything but cheat! But can he deceive Tang Ling? No, and the kid won't be deceived.

The things in this world are so unpleasant. They often spend their entire lives seeing all the glory, power and desire, but they cannot wait for an understanding.

Take a look. At the last moment, I realized that what I wanted was very simple. Unlock the regrets and seek forgiveness ... as if I had returned to the birth and was not blinded by desire.

But where can time go back?

Then, will your daughter forgive herself?

Su Xiao didn't dare to think about it, not to mention his daughter, even if Rona had a relationship with herself, wouldn't he forgive herself?

Well, just forgive me. When I die, I can only see through and let go.

The battle is about to begin. (Dark Moon Era: 145145534)-(Dark Moon Era)