Indeed, with Tang Long's current strength, even if he is a genius, he will never be able to get involved in such a level of things.

Because, he was involved in this level of matter and could not even be qualified for cannon fodder.

But it doesn’t make sense to say that Hei Lao took Tang Long to die?

Hei Lao needs to use such troublesome means to mess with Tang Long? This is even more funny than a joke.

Therefore, the actions of Hei Lao are a little confused.

But now, guessing is useless. After all, Tang Long was rescued by Hei Lao, so it was his default to follow Hei Lao.

Jian Fei and No. 1 cannot discuss a single result, and no matter what era it is, life will always continue.

Where to go for the next stop? Well, go to Iron Blood City first! It’s time to go to Zhengjing City in winter.

This time, the road to God of War is not simple, right? Jian Fei thinks that he should also exercise his muscles and bones.

Yes, he also wants to participate in the God of War Road.

I just don’t know, will the nine city lords return by that time?

**

Harbor of Darkness, island area.

The real island area does not refer to a large island in Dark Island, but also includes many small islands around Dark Island.

In the island area, ordinary people live in a single-gate house on the island.

People with great abilities can own a small island alone.

Butterfly Wing Island is a small island belonging to the Dark Island. As its name suggests, the island is shaped like a butterfly wing, and looks like it spreads its wings and is about to fly.

Butterfly Wing Island is beautiful. It has two hills that look opposite and are not short. The mountains are rich in vegetation and extend to the beach.

The coastline is rare, most of the coastline is made of fine sand.

In the former civilization, this is definitely a niche and top tourist destination.

But this is the Purple Moon Age, it belongs to the Black Old Island.

Hei Lao's home is on the left wing hill among the two hills on this island, occupying a whole hill.

The main body of the building is composed of a special, large seashell, but the most main building is a large ship made of wood.

From a distance, Hei Lao's home is like a big ship surrounded by a pile of shells.

Hei Lao was sitting at the bow of the giant ship building, beside him was a servant who had been with him for almost thirty years, a fat chef who looked very strong.

Old Hei was sitting here basking in the sun, and the cook sat aside, peeling a delicious but extremely hard fish.

She peeled it very seriously. Every piece of fish cut from her hands was evenly oval, and each piece was so thin that it could penetrate the sun.

It is this thick and thin that makes this kind of fish less difficult to chew. If you don’t want to chew it, put it in your mouth and suck it slowly, and it also feels like it is salty and fragrant.

It is most suitable for serving wine.

However, peeling this kind of fish is hard skill and does not have enough power. Don’t even think of peeling a trace of meat from this fish. If it is peeled randomly, it will destroy the texture of the fish itself and taste will be much worse.

Nature has always been magical, and even just a piece of fish has hidden mystery.

Hei Lao likes to hold this kind of fish fillet in his mouth and drink it for two glasses.

This reminds him of the most embarrassing years of his youth. When he had no money to buy food, he took a pickled sea red grass, drank a glass, and took two sips of sea red grass, which was also considered as a wine.

Time flies so fast.

In a blink of an eye, the Ziyue era has established a new order, creating a civilization completely different from the previous civilization...

It's almost...he's leaving, and this era is about to turmoil again? Who knows? There will inevitably be turmoil when the emperor appears.

But where is the emperor? Maybe he is still playing mud in some unknown place? Or maybe he is... Tang Ling?

At this time, the fat cook cut another plate of fish fillets and placed them next to the old man.

After dealing with the fish fillet, she was preparing to quickly deal with the black-patterned silver shell in her hand next to the old man.

Many people pronounce black-lined silver shells as black-lined silver shells, but fat chefs are very particular about people. How can such precious ingredients be pronounced incorrectly? It feels like the ingredients that are pronounced incorrectly, and the dishes made are also disrespectful to the owner.

Thinking of this, the fat chef was a little proud and his hands were moving even faster.

The most important thing in cooking with black-printed silver shells is to be fresh. When it is thrown into boiling boiling water, it is best to be alive.

Otherwise, its meat will emit a fishy smell.

However, there is a black thread in the meat with black-printed silver shell. If it is not cleaned before eating, its meat will be filled with bitter taste, but if it is pulled out, it will basically die immediately.

Therefore, only experienced chefs can handle black-print silver shells!

How to deal with it? The word "fast" is the word "fast"! Use the fastest speed to pry open the shell, then use the fastest and most delicate method to grab one end of the black line, pull it out like lightning, and throw it into boiling hot water immediately before the last contraction of the black-print silver shell before it dies.

Such black-patterned silver shells have neither fishy smell nor bitterness.

As long as the boiling water boils its tender flesh, pick it up, and sprinkle a handful of purple green onions with the best taste in Ziyue Times, it will be a supreme delicacy.

The fat chef was very attentive because the old master did not hide anything from her, including that he was temporarily leaving the Dark Harbor for a period of not short time. I don’t know if he could come back smoothly?

The second half of the sentence was automatically ignored by the fat chef. The old master wanted to leave. Before leaving, she would definitely try her best to make all the wine and dishes that the old master liked the most. She just needs to wait for the rest.

She firmly believed that it was just like before, waiting for the old master to return one day, and then said to her: "You can do it by hot pot of wine and drink some side dishes."

A plate of black-patterned silver shells exuding the supreme deliciousness was processed.

The fat chef gave it to Hei Lao, but she found that Hei Lao didn't seem to have much appetite. Unlike before, when the black-patterned silver shell was on the table, she rushed to twist one and suck it into her mouth...and didn't even move the plate of fish fillets.

"Master, isn't it for your appetite?" The fat cook frowned, his facial features almost squeezed together.

"No, I want to invite someone to drink and eat. You can serve these two servings to Tang Long and a pot of snail and coconut wine. Then, make another serving for me. I am greedy. I endured my saliva and was about to flow out." Old Hei smiled.

"But he doesn't even eat." The fat cook shook his nose and said with some dissatisfaction.

She hates the guys who waste food the most.

"It's okay, just take it away. Tell him that he will leave, and it will be tomorrow. He has to drink some wine and eat some vegetables." Hei Lao said slowly.

"Then, isn't that a few days left? Why did it become tomorrow?" The fat chef's eyes immediately turned red.

"Three days ago, I said there will be 7 days at most. However, I didn't say how many days it would take to set off at first. Now it should be arranged faster than expected, so let's go as soon as possible." Having said this, the old man picked up the wine and took a sip: "I hope to go early and go back soon."

"Okay, go early and come back soon. I'll bring the wine and food here." The fat chef seemed to have received great comfort, and the tears in the red eyes slowly subsided.

She brought the wine and food to Tang Long's room.

And the black old drinks cup after cup with the infinitely beautiful sunset of this Dark Harbor...

One hour later.

The fat chef's remade fish fillets and black-patterned silver shells, and the black-brown old man finished all the food.

I also drank two small jars of my favorite snail and coconut wine.

With his strength reaching his level, even if the fat cook makes 100 times more portions, the black old man can finish it.

Even if the wine becomes the top ten jars, he can drink it cleanly.

However, at the age of his age, he also understands that some things are just right, too much is not enough.

So, I don’t know if this trip to the human ancestral temple is considered an act that is too much or too little?

Thinking of this, the old man had already walked to Tang Long's room...

This is a great room in the huge residence of Hei Lao. When you open the window, you can see the entire dark island and the hull area high above the cliff.

I saw the beach where the waves kept washing, and the infinitely beautiful sunrise and sunset.

However, Tang Long's window had never been opened, and he even pulled the thick curtains.

On the floor, on the table, you can see messy paper in any visible corner.

The Chinese characters are written on the paper, and the words are clean, powerful and restrained. It feels like seeing the words is like seeing the man Tang Long.

As for the content, it is the Buddhist scriptures of the previous civilizations, and it is the original treasured by Hei Lao.

At this time, Tang Long was sitting in the house, drinking all the wine and eating the food.

"Are you willing to eat and drink?" Old Hei walked to the window, opened the curtains, and kicked the window open.

The soft red light of the setting sun spread into the house and on Tang Long's handsome face, as if he had a layer of light for him.

Young people are still pretty good.

With this emotion, Old Hei sat opposite Tang Long.

"Well, the taste is very good." Tang Long raised his head and looked at Hei Lao, showing a rare smile.

"Why are you willing to eat and drink suddenly?"

"Because I'm going to set out tomorrow, I suddenly felt that I wanted to have a meal worth remembering before I died. I didn't care about these tastes before." Tang Long raised his eyebrows and smiled again: "I won't drink wine anymore. Later, I didn't know what it tasted, but I only remember my own sadness."

"It's not necessary to die." The black old man shook his head.

"You didn't hide it from me, how likely is it to survive?" Tang Long calmly and calmly.

"It seems that after you copied the Buddhist scriptures for a few days, your heart has calmed down a lot." Hei Lao did not deny it, just looking at the room full of paper.

"Maybe it's because of the Buddhist scriptures, or maybe it's just that I want to calm down." Tang Long turned his head and squinted his eyes at the sunset in the distance.

"I'm going to set out tomorrow. Is there anything I want to do in this Dark Harbor?" The black old man's eyes suddenly became deeper.

"Yes, I want to go out. Please send me to the deck area with the black veteran." Tang Long stood up.

"I'll sort it out and set off." It's a habit that Tang Long can't change when he sees people neatly and cleanly.
Chapter completed!