In Tang Ling's room in Dvesha Moha.
Everyone's mood was heavy. It had been almost an hour, yet Tang Ling had not woken up.
Every time he entered the dream, a normal calculation would take around 10 minutes to get the result.
Anyone who entered the dream a few times would realize that the time in the Dream Domain had very little effect on the real world. It was impossible to accurately calculate the time flow in the dream.
Usually, staying in the Dream Domain for a day would take around 2 to 3 seconds. Three to five days would also take around 2 to 3 seconds, but the number was fluctuating. As long as it did not exceed a certain number of days, it would not exceed 10 seconds.
The 10 minutes were usually wasted in the Mysterious Store.
It was the same for everyone.
If there were no special circumstances or accidents, it would only take a short amount of time to choose an item from the list given by the Mysterious Store.
What was Tang Ling's situation? He had not woken up for an hour?
Was he in trouble? I can't get out of here anymore? Had he been in the Dream Domain for more than a hundred years?
Could it be considered as a mission failure? The chances of him waking up were slim.
However, Tang Ling's breathing was still stable. There were wounds on his body, but they suddenly healed in an instant and he had been in the same state ever since.
Could the wounds be interpreted as Tang Ling being trapped in the dream for a long time? Did he recover on his own after a long time?
"Boss, can you check if Little Tang Tang has any internal injuries? Didn't you say that the external injuries are healed but not the internal ones? If he's trapped, there's no one to treat him … "Ding Ling pleaded with Boss Huang with tears on her face.
Ding Dong's eyes were also filled with tears as she looked at Boss Huang.
They were not naive to the point that anyone could develop a deep relationship with them after spending a month with them.
As a matter of fact, before Tang Ling appeared in their world, the only person they were familiar with was Boss Huang.
Tang Ling was the first outsider and newcomer in their world, so the meaning was different.
What was different was that Tang Ling unexpectedly made them feel like he was in tune with them and they liked him, so their relationship deepened.
However, why did Little Tang Tang get into an accident so soon? With that thought in mind, Ding Ling and Ding Dong felt sad again as they looked at Boss Huang with puppy eyes.
Han Xing sighed. He could not help but hug the two glutinous balls. He was also a Dream Seed, so he knew what Boss Huang meant. Unless the situation was as extreme as it could be, no one would consider it.
This was because no one could guarantee that touching the Dream Seed's body would affect the dream.
Tang Ling's situation was strange to begin with, and if they were to touch him recklessly …
"Let's wait a little longer." Han Xing did not know how to comfort people, but his voice was very gentle. He could only use this method to comfort the two Tangyuan.
Even when Han Xing saw Tang Ling's condition, other than anxiety, there was also a heavy sense of worry in his heart. It was not easy for him to make up his mind to go forward with Tang Ling. Was it going to be destroyed just like that?
Han Xing was a little dazed and found it hard to accept.
However, he could not show his emotions at the moment because the two little plump girls hugged his neck tightly. Thanks to him, it was the first time the two little plump girls were so intimate with Han Xing.
Boss Huang looked at the scene and listened to the two Glutinous Dumplings' pleading. A sense of anxiety finally grew in his heart.
Is Tang Ling really that bad? No, even if he is not Tang Feng's son, everything that he did in Dvesha Moha proved that he is extraordinary. How many times has he entered the dream? Can't he get through it? Did I make a mistake in my judgment?
Aside from the coldness in his heart, humans have feelings. Boss Huang's anxiety was because he valued Tang Ling more and more and he liked him.
After a deep breath, Boss Huang, the pillar of support, said, "15 more minutes. If Tang Ling doesn't wake up by then, I'll check whether he has any internal injuries.
If he's not dead, I'll try to think of something. "
As a matter of fact, what else could Boss Huang do? Given his abilities, he was not powerful enough to influence the Dream Domain.
However, he could still go to him, could he? Boss Huang tilted his head up as he thought of a certain someone.
Then, Dvesha Moha trembled unnoticeably.
Other than Boss Huang, no one else noticed it.
What a coincidence. I just thought of that person and he's here? Does he know about Tang Ling's unusual condition?
With that in mind, Boss Huang said, "Before that, I'll have to make some preparations. You two stay here and watch over Tang Ling. I'll be there in 15 minutes. "
**
The dream felt like a long time had passed, but in reality, it had only been an hour since then in reality.
Before this, it was early in the night.
Now, the Purple Moon was not in the middle of the sky. It was still hanging in a slanted angle.
Inside Boss Huang's room, the copper-faced man was sitting on a chair by the window as if he was enjoying the moonlight. He did not even notice Boss Huang come in.
"Something happened to Tang Ling." Boss Huang went straight to the point when he saw the copper-faced man.
In this world, there were only a few people who could interfere with the Dream Domain, but the copper-faced man should have the ability.
"He's fine." The copper-faced man's voice was as unpleasant as ever. It sounded like a grinding machine, but his tone was firm.
"Really?" Boss Huang was in disbelief. He had been in the dream for an hour and yet the copper-faced man was telling him that Tang Ling was fine?
However, at the next moment, Boss Huang laughed in self-mockery.
What reason did he have to doubt the copper-faced man? If something really happened to Tang Ling, the copper-faced man would be more concerned than he was.
"It's my fault for not being calm enough." The arrogant Boss Huang was so humble when he spoke to the copper-faced man and even admitted his mistake.
The copper-faced man did not comment. Two seconds later, he said, "Nothing. Among the same generation, you are the smartest and the most capable."
"Don't ever talk about that again." Boss Huang smiled, but his smile was filled with loneliness, avoidance, and resistance.
Since Boss Huang did not want to talk about it, the copper-faced man would not continue the topic.
Soon enough, Boss Huang suppressed his emotions and instinctively changed the topic. "If you're not here for Tang Ling, then what are you here for?"
"The latest battle report from the frontline. It's a top-secret one. At least, no one in Darkness Port received the news earlier than me. " As he spoke, the copper-faced man fished out a small newspaper from his pocket and passed it to Boss Huang.
Boss Huang recalled what the copper-faced man told him when he first came to see him, and his expression changed slightly.
He did not want to take the small newspaper, but he could not resist the temptation and took it in his hand.
As he started to read, his expression turned uglier. What did that mean? Was the only calm and delicate balance going to be broken by an external force? Or did something even more terrifying than breaking the balance happen?
Boss Huang's hands started to tremble. It was not like him at all.
As if he wanted to confirm something, Boss Huang picked up the small newspaper and read it again. Then, he went into a daze in silence.
**
Every bone in Van Persie's body was broken.
He was lying in the top-class ward of Iron-Blooded City like a pile of mud.
He was just a little major, so how could he be qualified to lie in such a top-class ward? It was the treatment that he had earned with his bravery on the battlefield.
Yes, he had been recognized.
Anyone who led a 500-man team against tens of thousands of Alto tiger-bulls and fought until the end would be recognized, right?
Unfortunately, he had survived and gained recognition. What about his brothers who had died? What about his aide who had chatted and joked with him before the battle?
How many of the 500-man team were left? Seven? Eight? Or ten? If he guessed any further, it would be like a joke from the Arabian Nights.
Van Persie suddenly felt like crying, but his body was like a pile of mud, so he did not even have the strength to cry. All he could do was let the tears swirl in his eyes before they slowly gathered and slid out of his eyes.
Damn it, those who died were his soldiers, but also his friends, his comrades, his brothers, weren't they?
Unfortunately, he did not even have the strength to cry for them!
Any Rank 3 Purple Moon Warrior who was trampled by hundreds of Alto tiger-bulls would not have the strength to cry, would they?
Outside the ward, the hot-tempered Major General Li Lie was still ranting, "I said, give him the best cell regeneration serum! Don't tell me it's in short supply! If not for heroes, who are you going to give it to? Even if it's in short supply, at least squeeze two out for me! I need at least two … "
Two? How much could he recover from? The best outcome would be becoming a cripple, right?
Being a cripple was not bad either. He would have the right to live a peaceful life, and his identity as a hero would be treated well too.
Wasn't it what he had always been pursuing? It was just that the more tears flowed, the sadder and sadder one became?
Van Persie, who could not move, choked. His mucus was stuck in his nose, almost suffocating him.
He was in such a fragile state.
The device that was monitoring his condition at all times sounded an alarm. The nurse rushed in, followed by Major Li Lie.
The nurse hurriedly cleaned his snot away. A Rank 3 Purple Moon Warrior was so useless.
Still, he could not stop crying. Damn it, my brothers! You're buried in the snow, your flesh and blood mixed in the mud. Are you cold? Or is it comfortable? I want to give it a try! At least I'm not separated from you guys!
Why the hell am I reluctant to leave this place? Is it because you guys are sleeping in the corner?
To be honest, I'm scared because we saw the devil, the devil hiding among the Alto tiger-bulls!
The battle will not stop. It will come fiercely, but I … Can I still stand on the land mixed with your flesh and blood and continue to guard this place with my spear?
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