Dark Moon Era

I was really ridiculous, Tang Ling looked at Su Yao in front of him, only this idea in his heart.

He couldn't describe his despair, how hard he tried to live with his mother-in-law and sister in the safe zone, but after waking up, he found that he was only alive, still in the safe zone, facing a completely strange, like a bull Generally strong man.

What are you saying? What is the response? Tang Ling has no fear at all! Without the inner pillar, he is not afraid of death.

"Okay." After staring at Tang Ling with an empty eye for almost a minute, Su Yao felt a deep frustration and threw Tang Ling into the bed.

"That's how you treat your life-saving benefactor." Su Yao was a little angry, but more helpless, he nestled in the sofa, put his long, strong legs on the little table, and sent out '咚' A muffled sound.

I once again took out a cigarette and put it on. Su Yao felt that he needed a potion.

However, Tang Ling did not respond. What kind of posture did Su Yao throw him on the bed, and what posture did he maintain? In fact, Tang Ling could not move anymore, and the weakness of his body was stronger than before when he woke up. .

Besides, he stood still at the window for almost eight hours.

That is the only belief that supports him. If there is really hell, when he gets there, he can at least tell his mother-in-law and sister what the No. 17 security zone looks like.

Actually, this place is not like heaven.

The muddy roads are densely layered with stone houses, some are tall and some are short, but all are like ant boxes, which are depressing.

My gaze is not too far away, and this kind of congestion is so dark that many places can not even see the light, as dark as the evening.

Even if this is just the corner of No. 17 security zone, where can they go happier than the people in the settlement?

Perhaps a sense of security?

The desperate numbness appeared in Tong Ling's heartache, and there was no sense of knocking outside the house at this time.

Suddenly Su Yao glanced at Tang Ling like a dead dog on the bed and opened the door.

It turned out that the chef was twisting her waist and carrying a pot of fragrant broth into the room.

She didn't care about Tang Ling. After putting Tang on the table, she just watched Su Yao twisting and refused to leave, but was dismissed by Su Yao's bad eyes, so she had to leave.

"Drink." Su Yao put the broth in front of Tang Ling and felt that his tone was very gentle.

In fact, this broth sells very well, boiled for almost a whole day, boiled with steam, and the milky soup is exuded with oily flowers, and the originally strong and strong gluten has been softened. The flesh is about to separate.

The emerald green, precious vegetables were probably put in last, floating on the milky soup.

Tang Ling lived for fifteen years. Don't say I've seen it, it doesn't even sound imaginable.

But even so, Tang Ling didn't even turn his eyes.

"Oh, in this era, there is not even basic piety in the face of food! It seems that after you recover, I will treat you with this attitude, and I will need to beat you a few times." Su Yao was surprisingly no longer Annoyed, he squeezed his fists and made a loud noise.

He was calm and didn't talk anymore, but walked to the corner of the room, opened the cabinet, took out a backpack, and then picked up Tang Ling and threw it in front of the backpack.

There was a muffled sound on the hard ground, but Tang Ling was surprisingly lacking even the pain in his body, but Su Yao squatted down without a hurry and pulled open his backpack.

He carried a **** skirt to Tang Ling's eyes.

Tang Ling looked up sharply, even though the skirt was shabby and shabby, but the familiar pattern and patches were still recognizable at a glance.

The cloth skirt, Shanshan's favorite and most luxurious one.

Even if she fled, she deliberately put on her skirt inside.

I almost grabbed the skirt, Tang Ling held it tightly in her hands, her face buried in the skirt, and she seemed to be able to smell the familiar aroma of dried clover.

"Shanshan ..." Tang Ling uttered something awkward in his throat. He wanted to cry without tears, and his eyes hurt terribly.

"It's a pity that I only found this. In this era, you may have to get used to a living person, and there will be nothing left in the eyes." Su Yao's tone softened, and he could see that he wanted to be comforted, but he could speak only Makes people more desperate.

Tang Ling didn't talk about it, but there was a trace of gratitude in his eyes. He didn't care about his life, but he was grateful that this man could still find this tattered skirt.

"Here, it's for you too. There is no way, there is very little body left, so ..." Suddenly, Su Yao took a small jar from his backpack and put it in front of Tang Ling.

Tang Ling is not stupid. He understands what Su Yao is talking about. He took the clay jar in one hand and was incredibly light.

Tang Ling was too white and knuckled because of too much force ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ That was his only strength, all he could catch was the tattered skirt in front of him and the jar containing the mother-in-law's ashes.

"Thank you." Tang Ling bowed her head and spoke these two words hard, but her eyes became more empty.

The relics are not comfort, but they shatter the last trace of hope and fantasy.

"Thank you for the meaning of these two words? I thought hatred can support you." Su Yao took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes again.

Tang Ling is at a loss, hatred? Are you looking for those corpses? The life he longed for was to live with his sister and mother-in-law.

有意义 Does it make sense to find those corpses who are completely unconscious? Tang Ling has no motivation.

Su Suyao was not in a hurry. He just crossed his knees in front of Tang Ling, exhaled a thick smoke, and then took something out of his arms and handed it to Tang Ling.

"You don't think everything is a coincidence, right? Come take a look at this, everything is wrong, and the debtor is the owner! If you are a man, even if you want to die, you should have an account. ? "

或许 "Perhaps it is hard to blame these stupid seniors in the No. 17 safety zone?" It seems that the fire was not fierce enough, Su Yao added it deliberately.

Looking at the things in Su Yao's hands, Tang Ling's eyes widened sharply. He was so shocked that he wanted to stand up, and his weakness made him kneel on the ground.

"Where, where did you come from?" Tang Ling's breathing became extremely rapid, and his weakness made it difficult to speak. Now when he asked this sentence, he exhausted his energy and flushed his face.

"It's a pity that the battle came. I didn't win, but I lost my life! But, in the future, why do you not win?" Su Yao underplayed.

Tang Ling caught the things in Su Yao's hands, and that was a strand of silver-white hair.