"Little brat, I guess he won't be back early today." Boss Huang leaned against the entrance of Dvesha Moha and sighed as he watched the women walking on the street.
He then added softly, "He's so young, yet he's already stirring up trouble. I hope he understands that no matter how young he is, a man has his own persistence. Don't let the ignorant girl waste her efforts. "
"Sigh, what's love in this world? Straight people go on a hunger strike every day! I've been on a hunger strike for two days … "Boss Huang slowly walked back to Dvesha Moha as he growled.
**
Sea Road.
Tang Ling squatted by the roadside and smoked quietly.
Han Xing was beside Tang Ling, smoking quietly. Of course, he was the one who begged Tang Ling for the cigarettes.
The cheers from the first floor of the cabin area rose one after another and even reached Sea Road. It was obvious how exciting the match in the Desperado Ring was.
The Pearl Sector was close to Sea Road to begin with.
Tang Ling had no idea why he was there. He just wanted to feel Higan's genuine attitude, so he decided to come.
"Bro, I won't stop you. I've thought about it for a long time, and there's something I have to tell you. "Han Xing hesitated for a while before he decided to tell Tang Ling what he knew.
Tang Ling remained silent.
Han Xing scratched his head awkwardly and said, "I think we might not have known each other for long, but we'll be spending a lot of time together."
"I like it! So, we should be friends now. "
Tang Ling did not deny it.
"Since we're friends, I have to tell you about Higan and Tang Long …"
"Tang Long?" Tang Ling raised a brow. He did hear someone in the audience call out Tang Long's name, and now that Han Xing mentioned it, he was sure that Young Master Long's real name was Tang Long.
What a coincidence! Both of them have the same surname? Still, it was not enough for Tang Ling to ponder.
As a matter of fact, there were only a handful of people who knew that Tang Long was Tang Feng's son, so it was impossible for Han Xing to know.
"Yes, Tang Long," Han Xing replied. Suddenly, doubt bloomed in his heart. Why are they both surnamed Tang? Why do they all have Precise Instinct? How could it be such a coincidence?
However, the whole world knew that Tang Feng only had one son, Tang Ling.
Tang Long had made a name for himself a long time ago. He was one of the people that the Stardust Council focused on nurturing, and the leader of the council was even his godfather.
Even if his background was mysterious, it shouldn't have anything to do with Tang Feng, right? The Dragon Army and the Stardust Council were once mortal enemies!
However, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was … Indescribably bizarre.
Of course, Han Xing would not simply voice his thoughts out. He just wanted to express his thoughts clearly to Tang Ling.
"Fine, Tang Long and Higan are not just acquaintances. A lot of people who knew them tacitly agreed that they would be together in the future. They treated Higan as Tang Long's woman. I wonder if the Stardust Council is also … "Han Xing's voice grew softer because he saw Tang Ling's expression change.
Tang Ling felt a stab of pain again.
But, but …
"Does Higan approve of this? Did she say anything? "Tang Ling held back his sadness and asked.
"I really don't have that," Han Xing said honestly.
"Okay, I got it." Tang Ling put out the cigarette in his hand. The drizzle from the sky drenched both his and Han Xing's hair and clothes.
"Fine, it's good that you got it." Han Xing did not say anything else. What else could he say?
"Let's go back." At the other end of Huanhai Road, at the entrance of the cabin area, the noise from the crowd had reached its peak.
Did that Young Master Long win? Who knew? Tang Ling walked back to the train station in the drizzle.
Han Xing was right behind Tang Ling.
"Polymerized Conch Mud! Selling Polymerized Conch Mud! Anyone?" Huanhai Road was still as lively as before. There were all kinds of shops, stalls, and people selling all kinds of things.
Polymerized Conch Mud? Tang Ling's heart skipped a beat as he stopped.
Polymerized Conch Mud was a specialty of the seaside in the Purple Moon era. Although it was not considered precious, it was definitely not common either.
The name sounded strange. It sounded like a type of mud or a type of conch.
As a matter of fact, it was actually the shell of a dead conch called the sticky bubble conch. The shell was gnawed by a mutated polyp from the old civilization and broken down into waste.
It could also be understood as the excrement of the mutated polyp.
It did not sound like much! However, as long as one was involved in metal crafting, be it Boss Huang, a metal craftsman who maintained his ancient style or those super high-tech metal craftsmen, all of them valued this material because it was a super adhesive.
That was because it was a super adhesive, and with a little mixing, it could form a wonderful fusion agent.
Due to the difficult process of forming it, it was not common and it was not cheap either.
Selling it at Huanhai Road? As a matter of fact, it would not have to worry about sales.
With that in mind, Tang Ling stopped walking and walked to the man who was shouting about buying Polymerized Conch Mud.
The man's clothes were still wet. He seemed like a fisherman who came ashore to sell his harvest.
It was an ancient profession that had not changed since the ancient civilization because the sea was still around.
The man was shivering. He must have just returned from the sea and it was a little cold in the drizzling weather.
When he saw Tang Ling walk over, he shouted, "I'm selling it at a fixed price. This piece is 90 Black Sea coins."
Tang Ling squatted down and saw a fist-sized piece of Polymerized Conch Mud in the man's basket. No wonder he was selling it here.
Whether it was the blacksmith shop or the metal factory, they would sell it at the wholesale price. No matter how much you bought or how little you bought, the price would always be the same, and they would not have to worry about running out of supplies.
Therefore, no one would be willing to sell it at the wholesale price when they harvested such a small amount because it would be a loss.
It all depended on whether there was someone who needed it and could offer a good price.
Tang Ling picked up the piece of Polymerized Conch Mud and carefully checked its authenticity. Without bargaining, he paid the fisherman 90 Black Sea coins.
The price was within a reasonable range.
"F * ck! It's so expensive! Why are you buying it?" Han Xing did not understand Tang Ling's behavior. Is he venting his frustration by shopping?! Even if he wants to vent his frustration, he should not be doing this, right? Spending 90 Black Sea coins to buy something I don't even know how to use?
"I have a use for it." Tang Ling did not explain.
As a matter of fact, he had been thinking about getting a gift for Higan. His original plan was to get Ro Xin to help him pick one.
However, he changed his mind when he ran into a man selling Polymerized Conch Mud.
He was currently smithing, and Boss Huang had given him access to some basic smithing books so that he could read them during his breaks.
The books were not anything profound. They were nothing more than raw ores, alloys, and the identification of other materials.
There were also all kinds of smithing drawings.
Tang Ling did not reject anyone. Even if they were not too profound, he was fast enough.
He still remembered that there was an interesting item in the drawing collection that left a deep impression on him. It was a seven-colored magnetic flower carved out of metal.
The petals could dance in the wind, but the stamen in the center was a type of superalloy magnet that kept the movement within a certain range.
Back then, Tang Ling thought it was extravagant because the seven-colored magnetic flower did not only require superalloy, but it also required conch mud to be mixed with some colorful alloys. The cost was too high, and it was just a toy.
But … would Higan like it? Tang Ling did not plan to give Higan the same kind of magnetic flower as the original drawing. Instead, he thought of a plant that he could not erase from his memory — the four-colored dandelion.
He wanted to use the principle of the seven-colored magnetic flower to craft a four-colored dandelion for Higan.
As a matter of fact, the plant was related to the precious memories between him and his sister, so Tang Ling could not share the memories.
However, he wanted to craft a four-colored dandelion for Higan. There was no reason for him to do so, and he did not want to ask.
The four-colored dandelion did not actually exist. If it did, there would only be one in the world, and it would be the one and only one that he could craft in the future.
Would Higan like it?
While Tang Ling was deep in thought, Han Xing beside him suddenly grabbed the conch mud in his hand and ran to the other end of the Sea Ring Road in a daze.
What's going on? Confused, Tang Ling pulled Han Xing back.
Suddenly, he heard a commotion behind him. It was the chatter of the crowd, and it was getting closer to where he was standing.
Frowning, Tang Ling turned around instinctively.
Then, he saw Tang Long, who was wearing a white uniform, walking in the middle of the crowd like a prince. Countless people surrounded him, chasing after him, looking at him with worship in their eyes, and discussing something enthusiastically.
Around Tang Long, there were many bodyguards separating Tang Long from the crowd, so that Tang Long could walk gracefully and calmly in such a crowded situation.
Seriously, even after three rounds of arena battles, his white robes are still spotless. Just how powerful is he?
Han Xing thought, and slowly, he furrowed his brows.
Both of them had Precise Instinct, but Tang Ling was probably weaker than Tang Long.
Tang Ling did not think about the question though. His eyes were glued to the person beside Tang Long.
Who else could walk beside Tang Long, have Tang Long hold an umbrella for her, and keep his eyes on her? It was Higan.
She was still as beautiful as ever. When she walked in the crowd with Tang Long, she looked like a princess or an idol from the old civilization.
Tang Ling, on the other hand, stood in the rain with a piece of black conch mud in his hand. His hair was drenched, and his clothes were wet. Was he not eye-catching?
However, Higan saw Tang Ling.
Likewise, Tang Long also turned around and saw Tang Ling. The smile on his face slowly froze.
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